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Details | Concrete | |

The Eternal Tree

I am Alive    Forever and always         Essence        Rebirth        Renewal
          I have earth to ground me      I have wind to move me   I have fire to cleanse         
     my     spirit        I have rain      to quench    my thirst    for growth
                      I have sun to    enlighten me        feed me  I am my own mother
              and an extension of the whole     I am   Earth         wind
                       rain   sun  fire    I am as old as life  and I am     as young
   as time   I am shelter to those who seek me   I am a bird  a flower and  the breath
              of the earth itself        I am exactly where I want to be     I am life
       I am first and last  the beginning and the end   I am one from many
                        I am what I am   I live  I grow  and I die. I am  Reborn unto myself
                                                          I am the great circle                   
                                                           My limbs know no                          
                                                           Boundaries; while                            
                                                           My leaves whisper                      
                                                           The one truth of the                      
                                                           Whole  through the           
                                                           Seasons changing
                                                            Colors that I wear 
                                                            Upon my   heart's                  
                                                            Sleeve, I'm home
                                                           To Earth Mother’s
                                                           Melodious  Life; I
                                                           Sing for the whole
                                                         World to hear - trees
                                                       Are Earth Mother's Song
                                                       Blowing 'round the leafy            
                                                  Globe; eyes of the world song 
    {{{{{{{{{{{{{{ Of the Mother   breath of the living   soul of the earth }}}}}}}}}}}}

***Senses evoked here are: Touching, Tasting, Hearing, Smelling and Seeing
***Elements evoked are: Water, Wind, Earth Metal, and Fire

Details | I do not know? | |

That Bullet Was For You

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thanks, Veterans for your sacrifice.

Details | Narrative | |

Adult Child of an Alcoholic

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

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

Details | Rhyme | |

Of Fawn And Fairy

Inside this forest
so bright and mild 
a fairy lived
her name, Wonder Child

For all the forest
knew of this girl
to which they knew
she would change the world

A fawn she crept 
upon one day
it sensed no danger
no need to escape

Her acquired ability
to speak with those
on four legs with fur
scurrying would go

She was as a spirit
in the woods she did walk
she would talk to the animals
to her they would flock

She'd gentle reach down
and with the smallest of hands
much like the grains of sand
beside them she'd stand

Together as one
the fairy and fawn
if you close your eyes tight
you may see them at dawn

Donna G Fowler

by Donna G Fowler

"I have seen the fawn wake up at dawn...
and then she did not tarry.
This tiny deer so full of cheer
set out to find the fairy.

She knew that the winged one
would help her through the day
and with the sun at end of day
would quietly slip away.

But fawns grow into beautiful deer
and time just passes on.
Now the mother deer, it is so clear,
seeks the fairy to teach her own."

Donna, I hope you don't think I am presumptuous to think this would improve on your beautiful poem... No, It is just an example of how perfection can trigger creativity in the least of us...
You have my honest admiration and respect for this and many other fine works in your portfolio... Love Ya! Jake  

Reviewed by jakepayne  

Your review received: 
Very helpful

and the following comments about your review:
TY Jake. I admire your wit. What I'd like to see you do is write a continuation of this like you have started. Name it whatever you want, and post me back a message

Mother Doe and Fairy
Inspired by Donna G. Fowler’s
‘Of Fawn and Fairy’

I saw the fawn wake up at dawn...
and then she did not tarry.
This tiny deer so full of cheer
set out to find the fairy.

She knew that the winged one
would teach her the right ways
and with the sun at end of day
would quietly slip away.

 Fawns grow into beautiful deer
as time just passes on.
Now the mother deer, it is so clear,
seeks the fairy to teach her own.

The fairy knew her language
and all the others too.
She had tutored many youngsters
in the proper things to do.

The forest had been good to her
and the years had been kind too.
When the Doe felt life within her
she knew just what to do.

She knew just where the fairy should be
each and every day.
She wanted her to teach her fawn
to live the forest’s way.

The mother doe was nearing
the birth of her first fawn.
She arrived there at the clearing
just at break of dawn.

She sensed the fairy knew --
for she felt her presence there.
The comfort she had sought to find
Could be felt in the morning air.

She lay down in the comfort
of a nearby grove of trees
And quietly awaited there
in the cooling morning breeze.

Then she heard the quiet flutter
Of tiny little wings
She saw the fairy coming
as the birds began to sing.

She now relaxed and soon she knew
the peace the forest sends
And she found herself surrounded
by scores of tiny friends.

They all had heard the news
and all had been invited
To come and see the miracle
of  two friends reunited.

The fairy knew why she’d been called
to this very special place
She was here to help the deer
receive God’s special grace.

It was not long – it had begun
And quickly, it was over.
There lay the mother doe and fawn
in the comfort of the clover.

The fairy then took stardust
and sprinkled it in their eyes.
Now when they exchange gazes
their love is not disguised.

The fairy and the doe and fawn
then went their separate way
knowing this would not be the last
of many special days.

© Jacob Payne
October 20, 2006

Jake, I knew you could continue this after what you placed in my review. First I am honored that you were inspired by something I started. Secondly, this is an amazing continuation of my poem. You are so visual in this and I could see the field of clover and the new baby fawn. I felt as if I were there watching. Fantastic job my friend.. I'm so excited!!!!  

Reviewed by Donna G Fowler

Details | Ottava rima | |

Kanhapatra - WIN

Once upon a time there lived a dancer 
Shyama, a concubine of a feudal baron
Had a pretty girl Kanha, also a dancer
Quite excelled in playing of the Veena”s tune
Was mortified being Courtesan’s daughter
Sobbing, came to her mother with a question
Calming her down she pointed to God’s statue
HE is your soul-mate will take you away astute

She took to Lord Pandurangam thus advised
As her lover, owner of body, mind and soul
As the classical musician her she was praised
People came with offers, mother turned down all.
Sultan of Vidarbh by her beauty was charmed
Sent order to send Kanha to his serial
She left town at dawn as she had intimation
Went to Pandharpur temple for inspiration.

She wrote, composed and sang as blessed poet
Data was leaked when a man saw her singing
The Sultan besieged the town and held the priest
Quite engrossed she kept on Veena –playing
Chord broke, song disrupted, the statue split
God came out, carried her, the statue joining
Merged with God, piece of scarf stuck in a gap
Kanha got herself in her eternal lover wrap.

Once upon a time in the fourteen century, at Mangalwedhe ,Maharashtra State, 
India, the story has taken place. A temple was built later, in Kanhapatra’s name. 
The lucky visitors, who strongly believe in Lord Vithal and his miracles, can see or 
assume the tiny piece of cloth, stuck (at the place near the heart) on the Lord’s statue.
Contest: Any poem # 3              6th place win
*Name of a woman
** Kanha means a belle
*** Veena, an Indian musical instrument
****Pandurangam, a name of the Indian God
*****A feudal Lord of Ancient state Vidarbh of India
******Pandharpur name of the town where there is famous temple of the Lord 
Honorable mention
Contest: The ottowa Rima by Jared Pickett

Details | Rhyme | |


Many years ago, when we were all young,
We really thought life, would be so much fun.
While playing dress-up, trying on mom’s stuff,
Putting on make-up, we found to be tough.

Then came our schooling, and boy things would change,
“Those aren’t our parents”, when they acted strange.
Sometimes they were hip, but old-fashioned too,
That’s something I swore, I would never do.

Wishing you were older, adults had it made,
They would do nothing, yet still would be paid.
That is how little, we all had known,
We surely found out, once we were grown.

Loving the twenties, we’d go out with friends,
When we went shopping, we followed the trends.
Doing what we wanted, and staying out late,
It didn’t matter, what time we all ate.

Then came the thirties, and most of us wed,
Watch what you wish for, my parents had said.
We had to work hard, many bills to pay,
I guess they were right, what more can I say?

Raising your children, was hardest of all,
Needing some advice, your parent’s you’d call.
It seemed so easy, they needed no rest,
So now it’s your turn, you learned from the best.

The forties arrived, that was a shocker,
We’d spend lots of time, just at the doctor.
Back aches and headaches, so tired you’d be,
Trying not to cough, or else you would pee.

The fifties would come, and your grandkids too,
Where were your glasses? You hadn’t a clue.
You searched here and there, and under the bed,
“Hey grandma” they laughed, “They’re right on your head”.

Here come the sixties, now let’s have some fun,
You are retired; your work is all done.
To dinner with friends, you dressed and you wait,
They never show up, you have the wrong date.

Now the seventies, with friends playing games,
If only you could, remember their names.
You try hard to hide, those under-eye bags,
Gravity happens, and everything sags.

Enjoy every day, and have a good laugh,
All the steps you took, led down a new path.
Live life as it comes, each year a new page,
One thing is for sure, everyone will age.

Details | Bio | |

Diary Entry

Daddy was… I don’t even remember but he wasn’t there
I don’t even remember why you were so angry
I got back home that night and my dog was lying in front of the garage
AT NIGHT in front of the garage!
I dial the keypad to get in the house but the door was locked and you took the key from its place so I couldn’t get in
I rang the doorbell
Knocked on the door
Rang the doorbell
Knocked on the door
But I didn’t make a scene
I carried my dog to the door on the fence, climbed over the fence, let my dog in and looked through the sliding glass door
You were asleep
I’m very happy for everybody that the sliding glass door wasn’t locked
I get inside and noticed you were passed out drunk!
The Grey Goose revealed it all
I kissed my dog goodnight, gave him a treat and BOUNCED 
With YOUR keys and YOUR car 
I’m so fed up I’m just SO fed up
The Bible says honor thy mother and father it doesn’t mention son and daughter
BOLOGNA if you ask me 
NO child begged to be a part of this planet!
What does honor mean anyway?
Webster says merited respect… okay so maybe it’s not bologna!
I canNOT stop replaying my past
You are still here!
You are from the past!
I have let go but when you dig it up and throw it in my face 
I pick it back up!
I try to be strong 
I really do and EVERYONE notices I’ve made great improvements
You’re one of the people who’s praised me!
I’ve been having these occasional fluttering sensations in my heart for the past few years that I’ve mentioned to you recently
I still haven’t gone to the doctor
Neither of us will forget that time I was crying on the phone to Linnel about the two guys raping my semiconscious body and you busted in my room and said, “I hope your p____ fall’s off”
I can’t forget that time I confided in you about an unusual discharge and you said, “I’m just gonna let you suffer…”
Thanks for eventually taking me to go get tested but why did you have to say that?
I felt bad enough

Very true, Mom, I don’t have any friends…
I’m not even sure if I’m in excellent health and that I’ll make it many more years  
Still, while I’m here
I just want to be able to help my people… somehow

Details | Rhyme | |

The Waiting

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

Details | Free verse | |

Dear mum

Dear mum

I’m sorry faith didn’t give us
Much time together
For I long
Every time I sit at a table
For your delicacious

For every time I see 
A mother and child
I can’t help but wish
It were us

Every time I receive a hug
I wish it was from you

Every time I pick up
A picture of you
I wish you would talk to me

Every time I pick up
Your clothing
I wish I could see you in them

When I close my eyes
I see your face
Smiling at me

When I look in the mirror
I see you staring back at me

When I listen
To the song of the wind
I hear a string of your voice

Of course
 I love these things all
And treasure them
But I’ll also like to
Have the others

I’m selfish
And will love to have 
Them all
Everything you is 
Always welcome
I’ll never run out of space
For you.

Details | Free verse | |


On hearing your death
What creep in my head was
Akon's Pot of Gold
Its melody within heart
You have served your purpose
So Rest in Peace
Born to Love
But it enslaved and betrayed
And onwards you pressed
Your foils nurtured your old age
As strong as you were
Your battle on the thin line
You won hands down
I admire You
Last week I saw and greeted 
You were fit
What an awesome recovery
Indeed your Maker wiped your tears
But now it is finished
Well done
As a kid I run onto your bosom on visits
Then rained on me praises
But I lost contact
Next I saw you on life’s field of war
Then despised, not long
I grew wise to know
For with time all will grow
Was in turn and showered care
Hope you recognized
Thanks for your Blessings
My half seed of lineage
May God lay you to a Peaceful rest
Where Love will search to find you
Your foils cry
Swollen red are our fragile eyes
Thousand thorns within our hearts
Pain abounds here
May your Spirit comfort us
Smile down once again
Smile down once again
Memories well built would be well kept
Strong willed, Religious, Grateful 
Lord we are thankful
Yours forever
A Single Parent's sweat lay to Rest in Peace.

©Kofi Asokwa-Nkansah

Details | Light Poetry | |

The Wily Goat

The purple on his chin was tellin'
there was just no use to lie.
That pesky, good for nothin' goat
had eaten Mother's pie.
She  had set it on the porch 
jist to cool it down a bit,
and don't you know that goat had come
and calmly eaten it.

My little brother looked as if
he was inclined to cry.
They'd warned him things
would have to change
or Billy Goat would die.
I got a rag to help him scrub
that bright dye off his whisker.
He could appeal to Mom's good side,
but didn't want to risk her.

That goat had climbed on everythin'
from our new car to house.
He'd eaten nightshirts off the line.
No wonder Mom would grouse.
I'll kill that goat", our mother said
a dozen time or so.
Of course she didn't mean it but
our brother didn't know.

Now little brother'd come along
when most of us were growed.
He never seem to learn the ways 
the rest of us all knowed.
He didn't learn to work around
our mama's laws and such.
He had no wiles to pertect him.
His goat was sure in dutch.

Bein' so much younger must be tough
and not too easy sailin'.
His best friend was this pesky goat
and that was fast a failin'.
He guessed the only way to go
was take his goat and run.
He didn't think to take a coat
and weinies and a bun.

The rest of us when we run off,
we knowed enough to take
some warm clothes and some
sandwitches 'n even choclit cake.
We were all scared when brother
didn't turn up for a meal
and we could see the worry our
mama began to feel.

So Daddy got his good horse Dan
and took the dogs along,
and said he'd just go scout him out;
be sure nothin' was wrong.
It seemed a good long time before
we saw Dad ridin' back
with somethin' on his saddle.
It looked much like a sack.

But it was our little brother
and he was sound asleep.
Dad found him in the orchard
with apples in a heap.
His cunnin' goat had climbed up
in the ole apple tree
and flung down the ripe apples,
as nimble as can be.

So brother wasn' hungry
but he was mighty weary.
Our mother grabbed him in her arms
and all of us were teary.
That wily goat was smart enough
to prove himself a winner.
He'd saved our brother and himself
from becoming our goat dinner.

By: Joyce Johnson

Details | Lyric | |

Gotta Let Their Soul Cry

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

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

 They gotta let their soul cry

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

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

Details | Bio | |

The Moment Of Finality.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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
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
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
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
Today is terrible.


Details | I do not know? | |

God's Plan

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

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

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

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

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

Details | I do not know? | |

Moments with Momma--Soon again Shall be

As I look upon my Life
Moment I Treasure
With Love there is no measure

Precious in True
Moment with Momma
Yes.. was very few

Memo a long car ride
But then when I was four
Taken away.. 
but yet.. I always prayed
I would get to see.. 
My Momma.. once more...

Then when I was Ten..
I got to see her again
I got to spend
A Precious few years

Then was promised
Into marriage
At age of Sixteen
Away went the moment
Time and between
But as I prayed
Again.. I shall get to spend
Precious moment with my Momma

I memo the day
I said.. to Momma.. I can't wait
Till Jesus comes to take us home
I pray.. Momma that we together shall see
Precious moments of God's Glory
Then my Momma smiled at me
And said.. she hoped it would be too
But her time.. here soon be-threw
I said.. Oh.. Momma.. we then together shall be
Changed in a twinkle of an eye.. 
we together.. shall meet the Lord in the sky
I pray He comes.. before this day is done
Then my momma smiles..
Sweeet smile.. then she said
I won't be here.. for I shall be gone away
to be by our lords side.. 
But on that day
You my dear.. Shall be
With all Eyes.. shall surely see..
His Glorious moment 
Of His Appearing
Then tis be
I did get to see
God granted me
Such Precious moments
Tho may have been a Few
But seeing within her face 
twas such a-glow 
I know.. 
Tis of God's Divine Grace

Momma is Jewel
Precious and sweeet
Treasure's of Light 
God's tool.. complete
Last few moments..
Ever so Precious in sight

Tho.. tis soon.. I know..
As pray.. shall be.. 
Spend.. Precious moments again
Forever In Eternity
Jesus.. Glorious Moment 
Time soon be.. 
His Divine Appearing

Come to Jesus.. Time is Now at Hand

God's Glorious Appearing
Soon shall be.. For all Eyes to see

Where tis You and Your Loved one's Shall be?
Come to Jesus.. tell your Loved ones too
Then You all.. shall Spend in Eternity together
With Our Savior.. Forever

Dedicated.. My Precious.. Momma "I Love You"

Details | I do not know? | |

For You Mother

Taking this time to think rhetorically on all the things you’ve done for me.
Not going to make this a long-winded story, but appreciation is what is due on 
this day.
I won’t take more than two minutes of your time, so as the preacher says. . .
                                                                                                       Start my clock.
Thank you for encouraging me when no one else could even believe.
Thank you for being there for me when everyone else would simply leave.
Thank you for putting up with me when you really didn’t have to.
These are just a few of the reasons why I say thank you.

Thank you for your advice on things that I should do.
Thank you for being the example mother for me when it’s my turn too.
Thank you for trusting me and loving me in all my faults.
Thank you for doing what it took no matter the cost.

Thank you for taking the time to care about the things I do.
Thank you for just being there at the times I need you.
Thank you for the sacrifices you’ve made for me.
You know . . . not a lot of mothers would do these things.

Thank you for letting me go and learn things for myself.
Thank you for not denying me at times when I need help.
Thank you for encouraging me to do the best I can do.
I just pray that one day I can be a mother just like you.

Details | I do not know? | |

Mother Day In Heaven

Mothers day is fast approaching,Its the time to show we care,
 I look up towards the heavens ,because i know she is there.
She is probable watching over us, like she did when she was here,
Because a mothers love, is for always , not just one day a year.

As we get older ,and its our time to leave this world,
A place in heaven is set aside , for all good boys and girls.
I know my mother is waiting, for her family to be as one again,
So we can all pray together, like we did back then.

Its funny how we drift apart,as we try to find our strides,
But come together on mothers day,to watch her smile with pride.
For her it should be a day of rest, no cooking, cleaning,or washing clothes,
But for anyone who knew my mother, she did all of those.

She would say , just because its mothers day,
The choirs still have to be done,
The cattle still need thier hay,
Sweeping the barn out was no fun.

But she did it all with a smile,never once ask for help,
I guess she figured we had enough to do , looking after ourselves.
So for the times she spent ,and the sharing of care,
Im wishing my Mother ,a HAPPY MOTHERS DAY,for i know she will always be 

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Jesus You Know His Heart

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

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Angels Cry

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Trying Times

Trying Times

Can I maintain this life
Without begging Christ 
To save me 
From the life he gave me 
Can I walk to the plot
To where lays my father death spot
And stand over his grave 
His life is with me acknowledgement
I’m is daughter but I wasn’t with him his last dying days
Tears seem to not fall from my eyes 
Because I know emotion will not grow him back 
And the last words that utter from my mouth will be with me until the day that I’m 
dead they are now un-depart able bitter words that has now been said

They say Gods give you nothing you can’t bare 
Trying time he’s given me trying times is in me 

I dream of some better days 
As a young child proven educate with good grades
Wanted to be a woman at a young age 
Started working on my life 
Tried to blackout every thing in my life that went wrong 
Even as a minor I promise god that all my struggling was going to  make me 
But lost in the mine set that I had no one to carry with me 
Turn my back on the people that had given me life 
Told  them I didn’t need them so forget their advice 
I broke them down to the same feeling that rooted  bitterness 
Spoke for me took hostage over my pride 
But each heart beat I wanted I wanted them to reach for me because all I wanted 
was to be their child 

They say Gods give you nothing you can’t bare 
Trying times he’s given me trying times is in me 

Fast I was moving 
Tried I was getting 
Still I wasn’t not going to stop 
Because I  will never give up 
I instill in myself as long as I don’t misused my body and educate my mine 
There was nothing that could harm me Nothing
Suddenly  everything that  I was reaching for turn around and ran from me
And for the first time in my life I wanted good to save me 
I barely stop myself from falling to my knees begging him to free me 
For now I could see 
My daddy deceased 
My mother sickly 
And soon I will be a woman 
For I will be no ones child 
I feel as if I’m not ready 

They say Gods give you nothing you cant bare
Trying time he’s given me trying times is in me

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For the life I live
It is not of mine
It is of my young
For now, they can not see 
But it is of time
For this love I have of them
All that I have and all that I do
Time will be for them to see
So you see my young
It's always been for you
Though the hurting words 
From time to time
The laughter we shared
Its all because I cared
For this life I live
It is not of mine
It is of time
Time that will be
For you to see

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Given Time

Given time I just need to stand
let me see my parents smile 
trades what I couldn't do without
prayer of hope that I wouldn't leave them 
because some days I blur them out
I complain that life was hard 
But to see death come to them is even harder
let it bring the truth 
I no inside my eyes there lye's the proof
its me, they are who the should be 
my realization is weak 
my imagination is fiction 
but bring into life is what I fake and make is what is existing
trying to take control of the feeling
but to lose all that with the past times
makes the situation rewinds on my mine
forgive me god now I am trying 
I don't wan ta to leave u daddy 
But I think I can make it on my own
I don't wan ta see you weak momma 
I only wan ta image of  you as being strong
Yes I know the rain don't only wash away
The sun is not what brighten the day
and its good to place these things together
but my emotions is lost though all weather
bring me though 
don't let me blame 
just give me the strength to gain
let me be who I'm supposed to be
don't let me fall into the dictation of hurt
god bring me close to my identity

Details | I do not know? | |


The year was nineteen fifty
The century half gone
The first time that I met her
The lady I call Mom

My sister just turned two years old
About six months before
And they said the way she loved us two
There would probably be more

Well they were right
Two brothers first
Two sisters joined us too
Mom said that six was quite enough
Won't be no more, I'm through

But life's not always easy
She raised us all alone
I never once heard her complain
She gave us all a home

Now the Autumn of her life has come
And for us she's still there
To help us trough the hard times
And to show us she still cares

When her time on Earth is over
And her days with us are gone
Lord, give my share of heaven
To the lady I call Mom

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The Best day of My Life

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Details | Couplet | |

Beyond The Gates

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

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

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

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

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

People gathered from all around
My mother knew everyone in town

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Grandparents Before - But not today

Grandmothers and grandfathers how they look,
how can we see that there is a grandmother or a grandfather
When I was a little girl we could see a grandmother and a grandfather
Grandparents used hats, glasses, and walking stick
The skin of their face was weathered and wrinkled
Some had teeth they put in a glass in the evening

Grandmothers always had time for a glass of juice and a hug
She was never impatient, tie shoelaces with pleasure
Always in floral dresses, which smelled like grandma
Grandmothers wont not be at work tomorrow, she has time for an adventure
She does not skip a single word, to be finished soon
It was always sweets in grandmother's hand bag
She never spared, but shared with a beautiful smile

Grandfathers were a bit more restrained,
 bit concerned about the day's news in their newspaper
He would like to go for a walk, and he walks with small cautious steps
When he meet someone he knows, he lifts a bit on his hat and nod
He has very little hair on his head, and his head shines in the sun
Grandfathers have a strong hand to hold, I was confident in his hand
He could tell me what all the birds called, he was so wise

Everyone should experience an old-fashioned grandmother and grandfather
one that does not have a television, computer or washing machine
A grandmother and grandfather who always have good time

But it was in the past ..... not today...

A-L  Andresen :)

Details | I do not know? | |

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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My Mother

My dear darling mother…

I was not there when you needed me most
To hold your hand or to whisper soft words.

How can I ever be free from the guilt?
Or the pain that I feel.

There is never a moment that I don’t wish
I could turn back the clock.
Turn it back to a time when I was only a
Child and you a young woman.

Back to the days when you would sweep me up
In to your arms and call me your little boy.

Back to the days when all my troubles could be
Driven away by just the sound of your sweet reassuring voice.
A time when you could kiss away all my tears.

My dear darling mother I will be forever grateful
For the love and understanding you gave me.
For you were the rock on to which the foundations 
Of my very soul were built

And even though I will never again be able to 
Hold you as a son can a mother
Or hear you softly call out my name 
The beautiful memories I have of our life together
Will mean that you live on,
 Live on in the very essence of my sole 

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God created hands for building things. Sometimes before you build something, you must first destroy something else.

Wildfires are never supposed to be put out. Their sole purpose is to burn the entire forest to the ground, transform living things to fertilizer, making room and preparing the soil for new growth.
It is almost paradoxical, 
that there must be death before birth

My hands have stared the grim reaper’s reflection inside the pool of my best friends blood. An old student I used to tutor told me that I am the best brother she could have asked for
She said she will always love me
This was after I burned every bridge that traversed the gaps between us
Stared at her from across her desk
Told her that she will never be my sister. That our bloodlines will never match.
Our gene pools are just strangers that made the same wrong turn.
I spent so much time trying to find my way back that I never realized I was home in being lost I found something comfortable, without expectations. I only corrected myself after she spoke,
because I heard something familiar in her voice.
She sounded like family.

I have the scarred and wrinkled hands of a senior citizen
I’m only 22 years old
I once got my palm read
This gypsy woman told me that my lifeline should have been cut short when I hit 17.
That was a year ago.
What do gypsies know anyway
I have defied the odds my entire life.
Been broke down and built back up too many times to count
My fingernails chewed raw to the cuticle out of anxiety
I enjoy the taste of my own pain
Sometimes I use my own hands to destroy myself just to see who my real friends are who will build me back up when I can’t do it alone

My hands have a desire to learn how to cook, but I’m not that great.
So when I am alone,
I tend to be hungry, not just for food though.
I starve for someone to talk to
It never satiates, because it’s not you.
I know what it tastes like to completely give myself to someone.
My biggest fear is being abandoned.
When I look into your eyes, I am not afraid.
I need to cook you up a feast of myself, then feed it to you every day for the rest of our lives
Please tell me what I really taste like,
Be honest.

Years after my grandfather passed away, my grandmother moved into my aunt’s house.
Since I was 5, every time I speak to her she asks me:
“Spenser, did you thank God for waking you up today?”
I think to myself, I never did tell my eyes to open themselves. It just happened.
So I don’t know how to respond to her correctly.
I tell her that I love her, that I am writing a lot.
She tells me that she puts her hands together for me every night
Prays that I will get the job I want
I guess some prayers do get answered.
Sometimes two hands in the right position, matched with a conversation with God,
Can change things.
I even accidentally call that place home sometimes.

My dream is that my hands evolve into wolves, become part of a pack and work together with other hands to make a difference
Some days they will be the alpha male.
Full of confidence, at the head of the pack
Other days I need someone to show me the right way to go
Because if I’ve learned anything
It’s that I am not always right
I can not always be in control of everything
The only thing I have ever really wanted is to know
That my hands were truly
A part of something.

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I was your first born grandchild, the first grandchild to know you.
40 years of time passed before I was born.
You gave life to six children, built a home for your family to grow.
Your children embarked on their own life journeys.
They went in many directions, spread from one coast to another.
But always drawn back to that, Sugar Shack.
40 years passed. I was born.
I spent my time with you grandma, learning all the things little girls should.
I remember the music, oh the music!
You played your piano, and I was awed.
I have never forgotten sitting with you on your piano bench.
The calm, the music, the pages of music turning.
Your fingers floating over the piano keys like magic.
Nor have I forgotten the stories passed on, letting me learn my heritage.
You told me where I get my love of horses from. To follow my dream, to work at the racetrack,
Encouraging me to follow it through.
You knew what path I wanted to follow - thank you for believing.
I remember the years with a smile, with tears in my eyes.
 The laughter, summer vacations.
Those years will never be forgotten, but held close to my heart. 
Grandma, only 40 years has passed since I was born. 
I thank you for every one of those years!

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The eraser belonged to me; it was saved by my mother and returned along with many other 
childhood items when I became middle aged. I was curious as to why she would save a 
stubby old eraser from the primary grades, so she reminded me of its’ one and only use. My 
faded memory of that time suddenly became crystal clear, as my mother recounted for me a 
watershed episode from my formative years. 

I had, as they say these days “acted out in school once again,” this time by writing 
unspeakable words in a textbook. Without any hesitation or forethought, I chose as my 
repository the teachers’ edition of our English composition book. Quite frankly, at the time, I 
thought they were literary gems worthy of publication. That’s why I knowingly inscribed them 
there for all to see. Upon further review by more knowledgeable minds, it was determined 
corrective guidance and a phone call home was in order.
I was to spend several hours after school that day sweating in contemplative silence as I 
erased the teachers’ edition and many other similarly defaced books. It was during this time 
of reflection that I ground that eraser down to the stub as it remains today. The last visible 
vestiges of my bad expositions disappeared forever that hot afternoon, along with more than 
half of the eraser.

Mother then reminded me of what she overheard the Superintendent tell me, as she sat 
mortally ashamed and waiting for hours in the hallway outside that sweltering classroom. I 
can still visualize her ample adult size, trying in vain to get comfortable, in a sticky one 
armed desk made for a 5th grader.

“ John, I want you to try and remember this:
WHAT YOU SAY to others might last with them until THEY DIE.
But regretful WORDS YOU WRITE, the residue of which, will last long after YOU DIE. 
So you keep what’s left of this eraser and I hope you never need to use it again.”

*For the "Rub it out" contest, i still have the eraser.

Details | Italian Sonnet | |

A Dirty Basement Room

A Dirty Basement Room In a dirty basement room a baby cries Weakened mother was defiled Forced my law to birth a child Upon a dirty pillow she lies In a dirty room the mother dies Mother and son soon reconciled Victims of government gone wild A time to live a time to die Angry rapist walks streets free Will they listen to her plea? In a dirty basement room a baby cries Angry rapist runs streets free In a dirty basement room mother dies Will they listen to her plea?

Details | Villanelle | |

mother WHO i HATE

Mother, mother can't you see?
How much are you putting the needle,
Deep inside of  my heart?
I know the pain won't go away!
I know you are blind to see the truth!

Pain pain pain,
When will you go away?
Anger, hate & discouragement
Always comes my way!
What am I supposed to do?
I feel alone deep inside,
I feel the empty pressure against my chest,
In a prison of hate,
I am sick of the people who I love,
Betraying me & ruining the trust,
God above who sees your actions,
I hope He will never forgives you,
For you who keep on sin.

One day you will see 
Throw my eyes & my pain,
One day you will stop on pretend,
Realize your mistakes,
It will be too late,
I will be gone far away,
I will never come back again!

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...


(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)

Details | Epic | |

Mommy Why

 Molested the first fifteen years of my life. My mother remained silent the whole time. As the molesting continued all those years. Forced to live a pretend life all my childhood. Beaten and punished every other day. For no reason other than being a child. After all this I figured I was a unwanted child. My mother couldn't love me abusing me. She brought me fancy expensive clothes every year. To cover up all her verbal, mental, and physical abuse. She tried to hide me from people, family and friends. So that they wouldn't see the embarrassing scars and bruises. Sometimes so bad I couldn't even go to school the next day. Or I would get into fights or act rude to get a suspension notice. That would have allowed my body to heal. One time I even tried to get ex-spelled. However, it didn't work. I only came home to more beatings. Her boyfriend watched and help hold me down on the floor as she would beat, and beat, and beat. Maybe this gave him a idea that it was ok to abuse me. Being that my mother was already doing it. Yeah! From the outside looking in my childhood was perfect. Every child wanted my seat. Name-brand clothes, shoes, computers, and almost every toy in the Jc Penny catalog. From the inside looking out I was screaming to get out. Scared, alone, abused, and still a child. So there was nothing I could do. I had no brothers or sisters at the time. All my family wouldn't believe me.No! Not him they would say, and did say at age fifteen I started getting older, and more developed. I had to put a stop to this. So after talking to some school friends. I decided to talk to my mother about what was going on.  So later on that night I called my mother in to talk to her. I had told her what had been going on. while she was a work, and out late shopping. She in return asked me  to draw a picture of his *****. As if she didn't believe me on the spot. What! I thought to myself. How could she ask me a thing like that? After one hour she finally called the police. I was brung in also for video questioning. I told them what had been going on  in the house while my mother was away. The police in return asked me "what took so long for me to tell" I replied" I was scared, alone, and threatened. I had no one in the house to protect me. From my mothers abusive ways. I thought people would tease me." The next question was to my mother.  The police asked "How could you live in the same house, and not know that your child was being raped?" My mother sat quietly and had no answer. So she got charged with neglect. My mother's boyfriend got charged with child molestation, and a few other things. I can't remember them all. After all that I was still scared, but finally free. Free to be a kid again.
    Awh, hell the relationship between my mother and I went down the drain. After trial  she hated me even more. Every day she was threatening to kick me out of the house. I was only sixteen so she couldn't just kick me out. Yet! She even got so angry at times. She went as far as not letting me communicate with my newborn brother.  She even told people to keep him away from me. That hurt me so bad everyday. I prayed to God everyday to soften my mother's heart, but it never happened. When I turned eighteen she finally kicked me out the house for real. With no place to go, no money , and no food to eat.  I ended up living with family and friends until she let me back in. I don't know why, but I thought things had changed. About a week after moving she called the police and told them that I was prostituting. Which was a lie. Thank God I didn't spend time in jail. Due to her lies and deceit. I never thought I would have to leave my own mother alone. However, after that incident that was my final decision. Sporadically I call her to hear her voice, and check on my brother. Unfortunately she never answers the phone. Her guilt for abusing me won't let her answer the phone.
    I moved to Albany, NY for a fresh start. A new beginning! There I met  more friends, moved into a brand new apartment, and fell in love. I wasn't expecting to fall in love, but I did. With a adorable, hot, and sexy Italian guy. For the first time my life was great, and I was happy. I even tried some plus size modeling, nursing, and I started self-publishing my writings. I was accomplishing things that my mother never encouraged me to do.
 After about four years I started feeling homesick . So I came back to Virginia. Wow! What destruction was happening. My whole  family fell apart. Nothing or nobody were the same. They all became police property. That was a sign to continue to stay away from them. Continue my happy life. Continue self-publishing my stories. Praying to God everyday. that I remain successful. This is a true story. Unfortunately it happened to me. From a mother who brung me in this world. Only to use and abuse me my whole entire childhood. Then pretend that nothings even going on.

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Mother and son

I cherish you,
If you cherish me.

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

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

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

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Mother Earth

Mother Earth

An ancient, elegant – once jolly – old Lady,
deserving of so, very much more then
the rape and pillage, the destruction and pollution,
the chemical alterations – poisons,
the theft of, the abuse of
all her innocent, naked, natural beauty.
This old Lady, who has been – who will again –
as self-destructive as any of her daughters –
of man kind – and without the help of man kind’s
selfish, inconsiderate, thoughtless greed.

Will She, ?, will we ?, survive the turbulent throes
of an uncertain, an unpredictable, veiled future -
even if we ( as capable human inhabitants ),
even if she ( the energy, mother of us all ), -
are able ?, to curb our insatiable appetites,
are able ?, to thwart what may be inevitable - 
change and a world, -  her life time of changes.

Is her ?, is our ?, relationship to this universe
a foretold tale of unavoidable doom.
Is our evolution ?, life ?, destiny ?, our development ?,
upon the breasts of Mother Earth,
to come to an end in a daze, a haze of gloom ?,
as we all ( Mother Earth, Life, human kind )
are destined to become ( once again ) cosmic dust
blowing in the winds of memories hoard, of time –
passing into - becoming spirituality adrift on cosmic winds 
– ghostly souls, spirits  - once again sailing, searching, 
seeking solidity, - once again - of visible form
to walk upon the surface of a much better plane,
better then what has become of what we are now !

Next time around, will thoughtfulness ?, be the tought ! 
It has been thought of more that opened the door, 
that – if we do not, soon change - will be closed –
Forevermore !

B. J. “A” 2
May 23rd 2008

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Hey there Lillian
You with your auburn hair
The wonder of my life 

You taught me some things
On how to conduct myself  
I looked to you in tough times 

Called out to you to save me 
More then a time or two
We had that connection
Yes"   I'm sure of it

More then a time or two
I made you laugh with joy
I'm sure I made you cry as well
It wasn't because I was trying to
Not because I didn't love you

1/ 21/ 2012

I've always loved you 
I love you still
You were my golden butterfly  
Lillian -  my mother 

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I will always have faith in you

 Light my world with fantisies
For there shall be a day in a life 
Where the stars smile so bright 
cause I see your smile 
and I know my day will be all right 

cause your right there next to me 
as I go on my first day of school 
it may not be as easy as I thought it would be but 
I know your right there next to me 
And I smile at the thought of you smiling as I sing this song to you
I've always knew just what to do 

Someday I will be a superstar 
I will give us the life we never had
we will be a happy little family
no matter what I do I will always try 
cause I am not giving up on the lady who gave me life 

Cause your right there next to  me 
As  as I go off to high school 
 It may of got a little better since you been away 
I smile at thought of you looking down at me and saying "im proud of you, im proud of who you became, my sweet little angel 
is growing up" 

I am not letting go of what I used to have 
I am just being happier cuz I know its what you would want for me 

So look back at all we have been threw 
Its your time to shine and give that girl what she derves 
I have grown but she is still so young 
I will be there soon enough 
I only got a few years to go 

So while I am away
Make sure her happiness is still with you 
She  will love you forever just like I do
Cause I see your smile a thousand miles away 
I know we will meet again 
So for now I will remember 
that smile on tuesday night 
tucking me in and telling me "goodnight" 

cause your right there next to me 
as I am coming home
I have my own little family now 
We are coming to visit and say hello to you my dear 
I see that smile as I am driving home 
its been a long time since ive seen your beautiful smile

So dont forget that I love you 
I have always been here to help you understand how a kids heart 
can change so fast whens they have been threw a lot 
Someday they will tell you thank you 
I have a learned alot from you 
I dont know what or who I would be 

So I want you to understand that you dont have to be here for me 
I trust in you 
Like you can never see 
I can hear you saying "I love you" 
I have always had faith in you 
I hope you know you will always be in my heart

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The Women

The Women

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

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

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

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

and white was right in South Africa back then,

but, you did not cower, you stood resolute,

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

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

You stood firm, you stood tall.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I salute you!

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

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Ramen Noodles

:) now this is what Im talking bout .... nothin iz 2 uncommon when all you got 2 eat iz Ramen 
noodles 4 all y'all poodles
 seahorse sonar struggle with senses 
far beyond the realm 
of more than just whats common coinsidences
 crusade 2 overwhelm 
overcomin the fear2 pursuade
 Dominate prominiscent pre made 
cascade undelayed
 Just played it safe 4rum ur Fake-Aid 
you D grade 
ain't tasty Kool-aid 
sweet sugar serenade
 Your gunna need more than just a band-aid 
to fix whats tha matter with brain sprayed splatter
 Greater than or equal to straight trade
 Not wanting to leave wish I culd have stayed
 Don't we all....
 facade to fall..
 winter spring shoreline stahl 
nothin iz 2 uncommon 
when all you got 2 eat iz Ramen 
noodles 4 all y'all poodles
 seahorse sonar struggle with senses 
far beyond the realm 
of more than just whats common coinsidences 
crusade 2 overwhelm 
overcomin the fear2 pursuade..
 Dominate prominscent cascade undelayed
 Just played it safe frum your Fake-aid take to fade
 Greater than or equal to straight trade
 Gotta get paid 

         Warmth blanketing the bitter cold 
cUm•BU•lOnImBUs clouds 
forecast percipatation pretold
 Warning massive ThunderStorm for the following Counties prepare to unfold 
Dis pissed off cloud is about to take off a load 
head off road 
And all you'll hear is rain falling in ode
 Kroak of a toad
 strikeof lighting bright N bold 
then counting the miles in mississippis gold 
till thunder explode
 Under protection of this roof 
behind these shudders
 Stricken sight candle lit light 
rain drainsN2all gutters
 Impaled beneath the moons clutters of the night

 :) now this is what Im talking bout ......
    nothin iz 2 uncommon
 when all you got 2 eat iz Ramen 
noodles 4 all y'all poodles
 seahorse sonar struggle with senses 
far beyond the realm 
of more than just whats common coinsidences
 crusade 2 overwhelm 
overcomin the fear2 pursuade.....
 ruby emerald sapphire diamond jade 
none of which fade
 Frum your fake aid 
fake lime to make lemonade
 Over time meat marinade
 For a stroll in the park serenade 
don't wanna leave wish I culd of stayed
Sonic is constantly tailed by a flying fox 
Speedyblue Hedgehog
 with a sack of magicalblue rox 
lookin to take down dat evil Dr Robotnox
 Impressing Goldie-locks 
Millionmile per hour hydraulics 
Off to replace the aftermath shocks
 Magneticly control the hands on all clocks
 To turn twist and rewind back waisted time
 Carry out foward to take what iz mine
 Insanity is 2 insane as Criminal is 2 crime
 Witherin to the weather then wetter 
is 2 whether 5150 if not 4 the better
 It is 4 the cheddar 

:) now this is what Im talking bout ....
 nothin iz 2 uncommon 
when all you got 2 eat iz Ramen 
noodles 4 all y'all poodles
 seahorse sonar struggle with senses
 far beyond the realm 
of more than just whats common coinsidences
 crusade 2 overwhelm 
overcomin the fear2 pursuade
 Dominate prominiscent pre made 
cascade undelayed
 Just played it safe 4rum ur Fake-Aid 
you D grade 
ain't tasty Kool-aid 
sweet sugar serenade
 Your gunna need more than just a band-aid 
to fix whats tha matter with brain sprayed splatter
 Greater than or equal to straight trade
 Not wanting to leave wish I culd have stayed
 Don't we all....
 facade to fall..
 winter spring shoreline stahl 
nothin iz 2 uncommon
 when all you got 2 eat iz Ramen
 noodles 4 all y'all poodles
 seahorse sonar struggle with senses
 far beyond the realm 
of more than just whats common coinsidences
 crusade 2 overwhelm 
overcomin the fear2 pursuade..
 Dominate prominscent cascade undelayed
 Just played it safe frum your
 Fake-aid take to fade
 Greater than or equal to straight trade
 Gotta get paid 

:) now this is what Im talking bout ......
    nothin iz 2 uncommon 
when all you got 2 eat iz Ramen
 noodles 4 all y'all poodles
 seahorse sonar struggle with senses
 far beyond the realm 
of more than just whats common coinsidences
 crusade 2 overwhelm 
overcomin the fear2 pursuade.....
 ruby emerald sapphire diamond jade 
none of which fade
 Frum your fake aid fake lime to make lemonade
 Over time meat marinade
 For a stroll in the park serenade 
don't wanna leave wish I culd of stayed
:) now this is what Im talking bout ....
 nothin iz 2 uncommon 
when all you got 2 eat iz Ramen
 noodles 4 all y'all poodles

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Time to Go in loving memory of my mother

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Missing You

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

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The Rain and Wind

The wind blew events all over the place.
Intense emotions and it gave chase.
Lightning lighting to show us the sky.
People try to sleep and not cry.
Wisping by the wind keeps us awake.
The time trying to sleep the storms take.
Chills in everyone gives all shiver.
The clouds surrounded by moonlight is silver.
Heavenly prayers that the rain will stop.
The flood stopped a car the person in it was a cop.
People have seen such devastation.
The road that people made was week in creation.
Rivers near by was over flowing.
Trees that were there was not showing.
By the hour it claimed many.
My father woke up and did not see any.
Floating by was a boat.
Keeping people above water and a float.
My father kept a canoe.  
That some day we would use it, that he knew.
Time to paddle up and down the street.
The rain water kept getting on our seat.
It was so dark after the moon was behind the cloud.
Still the noise of thunder still covered the ears loud.
The smell of moist water never seem to go away.
My brothers seem to still sleep anyway.
My head was bobbing up and down.
I was so tired that I could not hear a sound.
The wind blew back and fourth.
It seems that my mom and dad paddle their worth.
Till all the people we saw with grace.
Help us out with embrace.
The time was so late at night.
Everyone was so sleepy and losing sight.
The fight with the weather was so hectic.
The feelings of energy was electric.
Losing to such natural disaster is hard to understand.
When people working hard to block the river with bags of sand.
With hard workers like my mom and dad.
They make things happen that is not bad.
Rough with weather they experience more than ever.
Leaders they are they are very clever.
From the night light of street lights to the morning glow.
The wind did not stop so.
Bringing in more clouds that ill.
The people who were still tired still had will.
The rush of water and waves blasting push the wall side.
Pushing and the force brought water inside.
The battle of our hour was getting long.
Backup people came to aid us was strong.
Rested they were to keep everyone with hope.
The people stopped the water with the strength of rope.
Heavy rain and loss of homes bring people together.
It is kind of sad that this was the only time to gather.
Chaos comes happiness how true.
This is why we are human that gives us a clue.
It is our nature to keep rain falling.
To know when it is time for our calling.
The winds bring such pain and sorrow.
That is why rain sometimes fallow.

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Is It God We Trust Or Leave In the Dust

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

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You said you'd always be there, but how long will that last?
I'm over here living the present and preparing for the future,
while you're still stuck in the past.
I don't want to do this, but I guess I have no choice.
Keep on sitting there silently, but I still have a voice.
I'll tell you how I'm feeling, then after I will disappear.
The sound of my fading footsteps will be the last thing, from me, you'll hear.
My wings have grown, so it's time for me to soar.
I waited for you to teach me, but that's not an option, not anymore.
Just know you'll never be forgotten, you'll always be in my heart.
But I can't reach the finish line if I never start.

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Concrete Lily

I ‘m stuck here were sometimes the sun never shines and my only relief is a drop of 
rain from time to time, I fear someone may step on me and crush me into the 
ground…my pedals tremble as people pass me by. I return every year around the 
same time every year, only to witness man’s inhumanity to his fellow man. Yet I hear 
them proclaim he is my brother and then the next day spread his brains across the 
concrete and stones with a single shot from a single handgun. As mother leaned over 
his lifeless body with tears of dreams that now are deferred falling down her face, 
her once lovely smile replace the face of a man whom had been lost for nearly fifteen 
if not longer. It was her last time to say good bye to her only son. But for some 
reason she just started looking at me…her eyes all glazed and empty. As the police 
pulled her off her son put him in the ambulance… as she scream at the fireman and 
the cops who held her back from being able to get one last farewell or a single last 
embrace. I didn’t cry, but a single drop of water did fall off my pedal as they covered 
his face. This place that I’m in, I once heard someone say, “This is ghetto you better 
get use to this place.” how can people live in this place? I then fell a tug at the base 
of my stem…as his mother pluck me and later place me on his grave. As she laid me 
there on his casket and said, “A lily for my baby, a sign of continued life in uncertain 

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Thanks for that Memorable Day

Written by:  Florence McMillian (Flo)
Dedicated and written for my friend, Lisa Giessinger, as a special message from her to her mother, Hazel – about a most memorable day they spent together.

To My Mother Hazel Thanks for that Memorable Day This poem is specifically Being written just for you I requested it from a friend For she knows just what to do That special day we spent together Is so very memorable for me, I’d say I want it to be memorable for you too With a poem written in a rhyming way We’ve had our ups and downs in life With probably most of them being down You raised me to know how life can be Not easy to cope, with down things all around Well I’ve stepped up to a new level To be happy no matter what the hell Of any negative surroundings to be I live thankful that my life is all well That special day started out so bad for me As I was headed for back injections again I was really happy you were taking me there With a comfort feeling knowing we are kin It seemed like the first time in a very long time Where we just enjoyed each other that day You were kind of like that sweet rose One stops to smell along the way In this path I have traveled Through many overgrown weeds It was refreshing and pleasant this time With no discussion of what someone needs We got along together talking and laughing It gave me such a lasting good impression We even ate at Don Julio’s afterwards I sure hope you had just as much fun I want you to know how much I appreciate this time we spent together Making this a most memorable day for me To truly cherish for always and forever Now let me tell you, that day did get worse With everyone putting me down everywhere You were the rose amongst the trash talkers It felt good to know my Mom really does care Even if everything dips to the downside Within the journeys of my life I may go through No one could ever take our shared moments away They’re in my heart forever and I’ll always love you I had the best time with me and my Mom If I told the world, that’s what I’d say So I really want to thank you Mom For that most memorable day Love, Lisa Florence McMillian (Flo)

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I understand the hearts of romantics,
The rapture of their words written on a blank piece of paper
Wrapped in pink ribbon to send to a lover
	 who only existed in the throes of imaginary adventure.
How the girl with the tattered spirit like a moth-infested closet
	Sprouted wings in a butterfly-like metamorphosis
Only to find a hole in the dusted wings that sent her sailing to the floor in a
frightening free-fall only followed by her teardrops.
How she dusted her knees and asked the teddy bear to kiss it better who only answered her
with the silent glint in his button eye.
How she patched herself up and continued flight.
How she broke her knees and heart in repetitiveness.   
	in a love unrequited.
I am the girl, I suffered, I mended.

The silent crisis deafening the city,
The boy with a glass pipe in his hand for an easy thrill
	lying in his own vomit across the street,
The grandmother weeping in the coldest room for hope and a time without need and addiction
	with a window seat to the neighboring event.

I am the boy that chases the dragon with a fearless anticipation,
Ignorant to the addiction that chews at my brain and teeth,
I scratch at the deposits in my arms and legs with a compulsive uneasiness
	to put on the sober face.
I fall on my knees in church,
Swear I believe in God and the Holy Ghost,
Pray to Jesus when it's unbearable,
Beg for the redemption of my fifteen year old soul because I know that my sins will reduce me
	to the burning pyre.

Adaptation, addiction abstinence, and absolution are all part of me,
I ask not of what the addict needs, for I become his heroin
	in his time of  relapse,
My cravings turn to pity for the men in withdrawal.

Beaming bright and beautiful,
My wings glow with the illumination that Mother graced me with long ago that I never
believed was

I am the warrior standing at the podium with words as my only ammo,
Facing my biggest fear.

Again the stares of inferiority.
Again the whispered thoughts against me.
Again the prejudice.

The knowledge overflows my being of terms I never analyzed completely,
An analysis of my inferiority to the people gazing at me with glazed eyes and polite smiles,
The understanding that wealth is the status quo as I stand in my old clothes and shoes,
I have nothing better to do than feel uplifted.

Again, the knowledge bubbles up in an outlet of laughter as it soars through my spirit
like a lighthouse's beam
	over the ocean.
They may be wealthy, but I am far richer.

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Romancing Distant Moments

Romancing Distant Moments

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Mothers Day Is Special

Mother’s Day Is Special “Love is patient; love is kind. Love is not jealous; is not proud; is not conceited; does not act foolishly; is not selfish; is not easily provoked to anger; keeps no record of wrongs; takes no pleasure in unrighteousness, but rejoices in the truth; love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, and endures all things.” I Corinthians 13:4-7 Mother’s Day Is Special— It’s a time of remembrance. A time to thank our Mothers With gifts or flowers of fragrance. Our Mothers brought us life on earth And sacrificed so many years. They encouraged us through the tough times, And wiped away our tears. The unselfishness of Mothers, And their kindness without reward, Comes to each one of us, Straight from our Savior and Lord. The love of a Mother God uses to guide each soul. She’s our greatest teacher When eternity’s her goal. Without a Mother’s love, Not a single child would survive. She gives us courage and comfort From the Lord that is derived. A Mother’s love is awesome— Such earnestness and deep devotion. To the world an eternal secret— A mystery of creation. Because Mother’s Day Is Special, We remember it with love. Thank the good Lord for her beauty, Provided by heaven above. Her endless devotion and unselfishness Endures come what may. Let’s make all Mothers feel special With a very Happy Mother’s Day! © Copyright 2012 Maureen LeFanue
Entered Destroyer~Poet's Competition 13/5/2012 [Mother's Day in Southern Hemisphere]

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The Motherless Child

Whispers in your ear you fear

The child with no mother is near

As she promotes her soul within

To see you lifeless cunning grin

The warped faze and constant glaze

Undress your body with ever rage

As she smells fear from near your maze

Your mind at ease is restless peace

The clock strikes 12 tic toc heart stopped

She warms you up as her baby soft touch

Enters your cloned state of mind

From the cloned state of time

When things where in rhyme

Of a perfect loves chime

Ticking away the clock strikes 1

The motherless daughter shows you her fun

And see where it leads as she shows you who won

And see her heart bleed as her mother did once

The clock strikes 2 she reloads the gun

Points it at you as she smiles you hear the drum

Her heart beats loud keeping tune in her womb

As the trigger from her lonely motherless gun

Come to halt as the clock strikes back towards 1

She sees youuagain as you where back in time

Back in time when her mom was around showing prime

Back in time when she smiled at others with a crime

Back in time as she feels her heart stop in rhyme

Tick tock the gun pulled her shock

Back to time it did her

As the motherless deter

Bring your pain

Bring your shame

For we all are motherless sons

For we are all cowards of none

The same said for her

As the motherless daughter

Could fear nothing more

Than her shadow on the wall

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In Gods arms

Month one


I am only 8 inches long

but I have all my organs.

I love the sound of your voice.

Every time I hear it

I wave my arms and legs.

The sound of your heart beat

is my favorite lullaby.

Month Two


today I learned how to suck my thumb.

If you could see me

you could definitely tell that I am a baby.

I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.

It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three

You know what Mommy

I'm a boy!!

I hope that makes you happy.

I always want you to be happy.

I don't like it when you cry.

You sound so sad.

It makes me sad too

and I cry with you even though

you can't hear me.

Month Four


my hair is starting to grow.

It is very short and fine

but I will have a lot of it.

I spend a lot of my time exercising.

I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes

and stretch my arms and legs.

I am becoming quite good at it too.

Month Five

You went to the doctor today.

Mommy, he lied to you.

He said that I'm not a baby.

I am a baby Mommy, your baby.

I think and feel.

Mommy, what's abortion?

Month Six

I can hear that doctor again.

I don't like him.

He seems cold and heartless.

Something is intruding my home.

The doctor called it a needle.

Mommy what is it? It burns!

Please make him stop!

I can't get away from it!

Mommy! HELP me!

Month Seven


I am okay.

I am in God's arms.

He is holding me.

He told me about abortion.

Why didn't you want me Mommy?

Every Abortion Is Just . . .

One more heart that was stopped.

Two more eyes that will never see.

Two more hands that will never touch.

Two more legs that will never run.

One more mouth that will never speak.


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

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

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

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

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

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To My Bestfriennd, Daddy, Sister, Mentor, Idol, Role Model,Strength, and Everythang else: Momma

Okay, tomorrow Father's dayy & i'm sitting here thankingg about all my father's done for me . . Yeaa, he gave me money from time to time, but it wus nuthang compared to what momma gave (: , she gave up her teenage life just to raise me how she wanted me and she worked hard to keep a roof over my head with plenty of food . . if i had a personal problem, momma was first to know and momma knows me better than ANYONE..! Yess, i tell my friend about this & that, but believe it or not ;; my momma gone always know ! If i lost my viginity, momma knows & momma can try to stop me, but most likely imaa listen to myself & go down the wrong road.. my momma keeps my head up and on tha right track . . she's my motivation and righht hand ;; i may act a fool from time to time, but my momma gone ALWAYS be here ! whn friendss walk away and family is no where to be found, momma gone always be right by my side with a shoulder to cry on, a smile to share, and a ear to listenn;; Whenever my inquiring mind wants to know something.. momma knows the answer and its the best one in tha world (: her love is like no other andd she's my EVERYTHING !! she carries her label "Momma" to the fullest and ionn care what NOBODY says, " MY MOMMA IS THE BEST ONE AROUND : D " .! 
- if you wnna get respected by youur label "Momma OR Daddy"; Yu gotta takee care of your responsibilities (: , 
momma took care of BOTH sides of responsibilites, so i stand here today as a young adult in the making wishing her a happy father's dayy (: , i love yu mommiee !
*Oan' Happy Fatherss day Gmaa ` Dana Davis` 
&& Happy father's day to all the othr mothers out making thangs happen and working hard for their kidss . . .!
"Happy father's to the brave men, the real men, the men that accept their responsibilities and never turned their back on their children, and thank you to the great mothers that embrace the challenges of playing the role of both mother and father for their children when those cowardly men were never there to face their own responsibilities... Happy father's day!" - LexussJonessSaid It Bestt (: -

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Wisdom of Heights---Climb with Me

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

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

some days...

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

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

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

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

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

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Oh! Humanity,

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

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Birds Told Us The Time

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Ninth Of December

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By Karla Null~Godsgift~

Your "Saddest" Christmas Ever Contest

Sponsored by Constance LaFrance~A Rambling Poet~

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

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

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Time is of the essence

Time wasted cannot be regained, am going to make the most 
Of life while breathe, and time remain. Death is a 
 Subject blocked from the mind, I only pass
Through this life once and am going to enjoy, and make the most, 
And appreciate life more, while there is still time.

This morning I stood by my window, thinking on
A situation am in. I prayed to God and the topic came to mind, 
Time is of the essence and I must make a start. Now is the time, to do something important
with four special people so dear to my heart. 

Yesterday is gone and I will not see it again, I’ll do all in my power today.
Time is of the essence, and a precious commodity; I’ll let nothing, or no one
Deter me; I am determine so let it be. 

I'll spend quality time with my children, freinds and family too
I'll tell them that I love them, and show them I care. Time is a healer
and I'll have nothing but regrets, if I fail to do what matters most to me
now is the time, time is of the essence, and  I won't let it slip from my grasp.

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Threshold-s- Hail Thee

Threshold(s) Hail thee

The path that delivers I will elevate;
For the life that lives deserves whole eternal,
In the place of rest that saints will dominate.

The many battles fought to safeguard a trait,
To let a brood with no lore of nominal.
The path that delivers I must elevate.

Not she rests assured by nature’s salvage date.
This life yet renders bosoms for cardinal:
To nourish…, enrich this trait to dominate.

From ‘yes’ I breathe to still ‘no’ I defecate.
These, I owe house of notional tribunal.
For that life’s deliverance I will elevate.

Progenies I, owe this life that promulgate
News of me to flora and fauna’s astral.
I owe this life for those gifts to dominate.

Nerve not she got, to stand tests to procreate
Won’t my lines have been thrown in lone nocturnal?
This path that delivers I will elevate,
To the place of rest that saints will dominate.

©A.O, 4/4/2014.
Dedicated to my mother and my father. And parents alike.

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Maybe the Guff was empty, cancer full moon eclipse

Maybe the guff was empty—Cancer full moon eclipse

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

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Mom's Last Words

“when I left her side she said something, nothing of great importance, I did not know those were her last words...” It’s been three years since you have spoken to me, Your voice I hear in my head, is now only a memory, Lying in bed so still and quiet, your chest slowly rises and falls, I sit in silence and listen to your world, all the noises in the halls. You once walked the halls so proud and well dressed, Loving life, enjoying people and feeling so blessed. How can a disease rob you of your heart and soul, I look in your eyes, are you in there, its taken such a toll. I visit you often to sit and talk endlessly about nothing, I wonder if you still enjoy music, oh, how you could sing. The nursing home now does not seem like such a cruel place, You have lost everything in this world, all but your body space. I hug your tiny frame so frail, seems like I may break a bone, The nurses come and go, calling you Junebug, I don’t condone, Your name is June and you’d be unwilling to develop a bond, But now you lie there with arms straight, unable to respond. You guided me in life and loved me well and so strong, But your spirit time with me, loving me was not long. How would I know the last words were really your last, You know nothing now, not me or anything from your past. I want to ask you about your pies, or how to make a curtain, You could answer almost anything, or so it seemed I’m certain. Having a coffee at night when Dad was in bed, we’d just sit and talk, Oh, I miss you so very much, your mind I wish I could unlock. Although I hate to see you fade and lose that last spark in your eye, I know that I’ll see you again one day, when it is my time to die. This disease means losing you twice but that I can endure, For now I know you are at peace in heaven, for that I am sure. Written by Lee Ramage August 27, 2011 Constance LaFrance Contest "Mother" *Placed First*

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When I met Maizie, she was about eight years old.  We were living in Kentucky and my wife's mother and brother lived near us.  Her mom was a widow and suffered from some physical problems that restricted her to her home.  Her son was an unemployed n'er do well who spent a lot of time drinking and living off of his mothers income.  He had been married several times, none of which lasted.

It was a pleasant summer day when my mother in law called and said that her sons first wife had showed up to visit, along with her current husband and their daughter, Maizie.  Since we normally were over to her house several times a week to clean and shop, we soon met all of them.  It turns out that the husband was “between jobs” and it soon became apparent that they were there for whatever they could get, and quickly settled in.  Her mother accepted everyone at face value and couldn't see that she was being used.

We kept a close eye on the situation, stopping by more often to see what was going on.  It was during these visits that I noticed that Maizie was odd man out.  She was a very affectionate child, but was usually ignored and or yelled at by her mom.  She would frequently sit quietly on the periphery, swinging her feet and observing.  I felt sorry for her and started to pay her some attention.  We would talk, and laugh, and take short walks around the apartment project.  Sometimes, when I would go shopping, I would take her with me.

One day we found out that they were going to move on.  When we went over, Maizie seemed despondent.  I asked if she would like to take one last walk and she eagerly agreed.  While on our walk, Daisy suddenly blurted “would you like to be my daddy”?

I was at a loss for words, but finally said “Maizie, you have a father”.

“I know” she said.  “But I want a daddy”.

That's the last time I saw Maizie.  Today she would be a woman in her twenties and I can only hope she found the love she so richly deserved.

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Our qualms doth not live aloft our dreams to confer 
Upon heavenly horizons where every soul shall dwell

Twas meant to turneth thy sight away from a lovers stare
Should sunshine always show, should seas forever break swell

Thou and thou maketh one long vow bound before holy eyes
As fate end lives to lure in new casts God maketh so endears

Why hath ye been sojourned in secrecy of where thine truest treasure lies
When in that divine next place, you will sigh at thine sight of no fears

Mustn't time only tell tales lived on by unvanquished surrenderers
Sailing cordially lost with us, addled no more but paddled on pent in pain 

Or herein reap rewards wrought upon death’s frozen oar bearers
Shores to shores, we promised ourselves cradles to returneth once again

Thus as adventure unfolds amongst ocean graves hushed we see
Where perpetual peace reigneth forever we are at last in love at sea

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They say that time heals all
Yet there never seems enough
To say the words, to give your love
A mother always dies too soon

You try to make it linger
As her age increases yearly
You pray that God will spare her
Because you love her dearly

But when the days get tedious
She’s sick, alone and weary
You pray that God may take her
Because you love her dearly

Mother, we will miss you,
Your love, your care and support
You have given us your all
And triumphantly defied life’s challenges

You were so busy caring for others 
That you forgot about yourself
In honour and in gratefulness, we say
Sweet mother, dearest oma*, may you rest in peace

Rest peacefully now your time has come 
May angels guide your way
The time has come...yet 'tis oh so hard
To see you on your way

*Oma is dutch for Grandmother

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' Golden Harvest ... ' 40th Senryu

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

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Mother Nature and Old Father Time

Mother Nature met Old Father Time, and what a good time they had
They cavorted for quite along while, she a girl, him a bit of a lad.
Then one day when Father Time, a wrinkle set in mother natures plan
All those things she gave birth too, he decided he's not a fan.
The renewal of all things good, Mother Nature sent our way
Father time lets them flourish, and then sends them on their way.
Mother Nature keeps giving birth, a wondrous mother she proves to be
But Old Father Time throws his tantrums, he tries to be the boss of she.
So the mother and father that we all know are still battling day by day
But let’s let them get on with it, and try not to get in either ones way.
© ~GG~ 07’03’2013

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Three days Saved

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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On the Floor

On the floor
And in my way
Countless artifacts of children’s play
Clothes of every size and color
Wrap themselves around one another
Popcorn pieces from movie night
And dry cereal at morning’s light
Bouncy balls and plastic jacks
Barbie dresses and other knick knacks
Laundry baskets in every room
I’m hoping to empty some of them soon
The kitten naps in warm sun rays
While I collect sippy cups from yesterday

On the floor 
I sit by myself
And put all of the toys back on the shelf
It’s late at night and children sleep
While I sneak around quietly, like a thief
Trying to clean up bedroom floors
So no one will trip at half past four
On their way to wake me up
To tell me they need water in their cup

I press on...diligent duty
For soon there will be no more clutter
And I will sit and softly mutter
To myself and wish for more
Days with children…

On the floor

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A Fathers Love and his Mistakes

I am all alone in this great big world
My destiny is being unfurled
I am responsible for my plight
And what I may do tonight

There is no one else to put my shame
Only me, myself, and I to blame
What did I do wrong you may ask
Only I can unburden my task

She is gone so you maybe you can see
Her lost dreams are my reality
She passed on an October day
Leaving my boy behind with me to stay

It is a daunting thing this boy of mine
Looks like his mother time after time
I love my boy he is much like me
I just want him to be happy

I have been told time and time again
That I need to reel my boy in
I don’t see that he is doing any harm
He has gone through hell, that’s his yarn

His mom’s dreams were so easy to see
She wanted the best for him and me.
I have a big guilt because she is gone
And left me the ability to carry on

I only wish that I would have done the same
A love like hers was hard to explain
I left her for another a long time ago
Before I knew about the cancer so you know

When the news came that she was ill
I really wanted to take a bunch of pills
Pills to ease my guilty pain
Of leaving the woman I loved out in the rain.

To my son, if you ever read these words of prose
Please take the time to ensure that everybody knows
That I loved your mother very much indeed
And you were the product of love not a misdeed

I sit here with a tear running down my face
Trying to find another to replace
The girl I loved more than anything at all
Except you my son, you are the apple

The apple of my eye the fruit of my loom
My entire existence is for you to bloom
Your mother and I are proud of you
And are happy you are succeeding in all you do.

Son I hope you will forgive me for things I’ve done
I have one life to live and mistakes can’t be undone
I hope I will be forgiven in the afterlife
And be reunited with your mother and my wife.

I hope your pain eases as you grow older
Never forget, but get bolder
You are almost a man in this big world
Please learn from my mistakes before you unfurl

Your mother and I will be waiting for you
With our arms wide open to rescue
Rescue you from this world of pain
To come live in heaven with us again

Duane LaChance Sr.  -  2012

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We Went to Grandma's House

We went to Grandma’s house the other day! And brought some gifts along the way! We enjoyed our time and our wonderful visit We’re glad we had time with her! We wouldn’t miss it! We took her out and did some shopping in town… There were some good buys waiting to be found! We had a chance to have dinner with her too! This was an opportunity we wanted to do! We had a chance to talk about the days of past. Our memories of her, is something that will last! We enjoyed our time with grandma! Yes we did! She always has something worthwhile to give! We thank the Lord for a special grandma like this! Our times together have been happy and bliss! Please take good care of her Lord, is our prayer! Keep her in your tender mercy and care! We look forward to the next time we spend together! She’ll always be our grandma! Today and forever! By Jim Pemberton

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My father painted
western landscapes and bluebonnets
in a manner that can be described as “primitive.” 
He painted with his heart to stay sane 
in the never-sane world 
of the mens’ tubercular sanitarium.
From what little I actually know of him
he was a man of conscience 
and strength 
and love for his family.
He may have been other things too, 
but I can’t possibly know for certain 
except from the stories I’ve been told.
In these stories he was almost a saint.

When I was twelve he was sent home to die,
although no one told me. 
I remember him lying in bed in our front room. 
I touched his puffy leg, leaving a white dimple.
We laughed. 
He said we would make plans for time together,
just the family,
when he was better. 

One anonymous night 
I stayed with my grandmother 
for no reason I could figure out, 
although I really didn’t give it much thought. 
In the darkest part of that night 
my mother woke me 
to tell me he was dead. 
I don’t remember my reaction,
but I don’t think I cried. 
Men didn’t do that, you see. 
I do remember eating cake after his funeral 
at what I recently heard called 
a “funeral party.” 

I have a way of forgetting painful times.
For a long time after his death
my memory is a blank. 

Now, I am a painter. 
I don’t paint his landscapes or bluebonnets, 
but, like my father, 
it brings a breath of sanity to my world, 
completing the long-delayed circle of his life.

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My Kashmir Burns (Part 1)

I picture Kashmir through lightened KL. News of another massacre darkens my eyes
Winds are thirsty there. They continue to taste the young blood.
I groom myself with exquisite things,
Sipping ice tea in ac room, I comfort myself
And Kashmir burns. Kashmir set ablaze

I can smell the warm blood of beaten corpse
Where from winds bought this smell. Somewhere Karbala reborn.
Mosques are being slammed
There windows stoned. And the black boots leave their footprints on Mimber
Even God judges on evidence
There is one Imaam left now; he hides her daughters in his shadow
A blunt knife in his hands; soon he will sacrifice them to keep their innocence
Kashmir is burning. Kashmir is bleeding
And I write.

Army jeep chases the tracks. To find the associated bodies
They are alive now. Soon they will be dead
From Patan to Sopor, And in narrow passages of nostalgic downtown
Ghosts of curfew
Haunt the houses for young souls.

From the Kupwara cantonments, search lights chase emptiness
Nothing is left now. Search lights can’t see inside the graves
A boy there went missing for two days. His father starts digging his grave.
I put my earphones on and I close my eyes. I sleep
While my Kashmir is ablaze
“It’s me poor farmer’s son. Kupwara’s charm, I feel no pain”.
I see him so alive in my dreams.
He chants songs of Mahjoor from his burnt lips. My hands shiver. He has no finger nails.
I see his smoke tanned skin. Same as that of Khayam’s barbeques
He stands at a distance from me. I can still smell kerosene
“Tell my mother to let her heart become cold. Her heart will not bear my state.
Tell my mother to let her eyes become blind. Her eyes will not withstand my sight.”
I follow him towards his tortured body. He tells me to follow the spilled blood.
His blood has made its own Jhelum. I row on it. Until it gets lost in black boots
The story will turn into legend. I find his body no more.

On the streets silence prevails. Nobody has permission to wail.
Sisters are beatifying coffins while brothers look for stones.
For bullets there will be stones
Kashmir is ablaze. She is wailing in grotesque tones.
In Lal Ded hospital a new born cries: Father register me at cantonment then take me out
Death is recruiting in dozens at a time.
Tomorrow is curfew. Death has no curfew pass.
How they want to identity you. Becomes your identity
People burn up all you identity cards.

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From England's dark blackout
We came to these shores
I and my siblings
In refuge from war.
How enchanted we were
With all we saw.

First Sydney's fine harbour
And her bridge of one span
Then the azure blue sea
The long beaches of sand
The beautiful city lit up at night
To our youthful eyes a wondrous sight.

The Aussie soldier in his famous slouch hat
The long train journey to the far outback
The Cockies screech the Kookaburra's cackle
New sights and sounds for my brain to tackle.
The grazing sheep the fields of wheat
The fun of the master the blistering heat
The long hot summers with respite at the sea
Where we swam and surfed in unspoilt glee.

School days were spent in city or mountain retreat
Strict was the discipline our uniforms neat.
Happy the friendships spacious the grounds
Nuns telling rosary beads flitting around.
With firmness and patience they taught us well
Recreation was announced by the tolling bell.

Oh the joy when the holidays came
What fun we had on the old school train.
It trundled along past wilga and gum
Past meandering creeks and billabongs
Past Emus grazing and Roos hopping along
Through wide open spaces rich in bird song.

At the graceful homestead with veranda surround
Stood the welcoming grandmother so recently found.
With parents far off she gave care and love
How proud we were of her pioneer blood.
She cooked and scrubbed and chopped the wood
She could do everything she really could.

But tragedy stuck
With her soldier son killed.
She grieved and withered and lost her will.
No longer in her life
Would he take part
Months later she died of a broken heart.

There came a time when with many tears
I bade farewell to this life so dear.
I had no choice I had to go.
The years passed on
I missed it all so.

This time when I came
I touched down by plane.
New visions flood my startled brain
Australia I find is absorbed in change
it makes me feel so very strange.

The laid back Aussie with his old world charm
A computer wiz now and amazingly calm.
The coastline is cluttered highrises abound
The noise of the traffic an ugly sound.
But the song of the Bellbird is still a wonder
It soothes my senses as I ponder.

For no land on earth has so much to offer.
So I’ll settle here I will not hover.
Perhaps the maternal ancestors smile from above.
For at last I'm here In the land they loved.
And I'll spend the twilight of my years
In this country I've always held so dear.

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Parents Need To Be In Church With Their Children

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

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Ever since I can remember we visit my grandmother´s house every Sunday.  In the dinning room were we usually spend the while there, she has always had this big glass carved showcase lying against the wall. This big showcase of hers has all types of dolls you can imagine. Is a collection a hobby of her that since I can remember it grows bigger every time. From Matryoshka dolls until Mariachi dolls we can see up there in her collection. Dolls from many places around de world: France, Russia, China and Germany are some examples. My father tells me she collects this dolls since he was a kid, from house to house they have lived on she has taken this big showcase of hers. My grandmother is a collector, and yes she has probably more than 20 different nationality dolls, but this doesn’t mean she has been all around the world. People that know her and care for her always bring her a doll as present when they come back from a vacation. Sometimes I ask her things about the dolls, and every single time no matter her age she always remember the dolls that are the most special to her. Some are presents from other people, and others were bought by herself, but from this special dolls she can give all the exact information. Off course the majority of the dolls she doesn’t even remember from which place they come from or who gave them to her, but I see the smile on her face every time we talk about this showcase, and I feel happy myself only by thinking how an object that she has save for so many years have a great value to her. But most of all I feel happy that one of this special dolls is a present from me and every once in a while when she remembers she thanks me for this doll and tells me that is one of her favorites. 

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Close your eyes my sleepy head its time to go to sleep.
Our love for you is vast… and very, very deep.
Angels and fairies are dancing with stars twinkling all around.
Comfort comes as mama holds them then gently lays them down.

A lullaby from mama will set the stage for baby’s sleep.
A soothing caress gently touches and crosses baby’s cheek.
Warm and so contented with a tummy full of love.
A quiet moment with mama as the sun sets from above.

Then the Sandman joins them, as the singing is sweet and slow.
A kiss for little baby and then the lights are turning low.
The eyes begin to close as nature takes its course.
Dreams will be of teddy bears, bunnies, and a little rocking horse.

But best of all they know that mama will keep them safe and warm.
And the world will be theirs again with mama in the morn.
Precious they are to mama with that resting, innocent face.
Happy with the knowledge that love is in this place. 

Close your eyes my sleepy head its time to go to sleep.
Our love for you is vast… and very, very deep.
Angels and fairies are dancing with stars twinkling all around.
Comfort comes as mama holds them then gently lays them down.

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Stay At Home Mom

I spend my time changing diapers
Wiping tiny faces and drying little tears
My days are filled with giggles and wails
Nights are symphonies of snuggles and hugs
Never do I get time off or a needed vacation
Even sick days are not granted to my position

But I would never leave my position
Not even if it meant no more diapers
Or a three week long tropical vacation
I don't mind quieting the tears
I love getting paid in kisses and hugs
Though I could still do without the wails

I would love peace but I take the wails
Because they come as part of the position
They are often at least paired with the hugs
Yes, I get tired of wet, stinky diapers
But I get to be there to ease the tears
And a toothless grin is better than a vacation

Time at the park is like an all day vacation
Sometimes those days pass with no wails
And unless we skin a knee even no tears
Then we get to cuddle in a sleepy position 
With sand and gravel still stuck to the diapers
Holding each other tight in hour long hugs

I love when they wake up and bring me hugs
Naps are my own little mommy vacation
Then off come grimy shirts and wet diapers
Of course taking off tops always bring wails
Until they see the bath toys all in position 
Then immediately giggles replace the tears

We scrub away dirt and wash away tears 
Wrap up in soft cotton towels and hugs
These are the moments I love my position
And cannot image why I would need a vacation
Then clothes being put on bring still more wails
As they wiggle and turn while I fasten diapers

Soon they won't need me for tears and I'll be able to take a vacation
But I'll miss all the hugs and I'll even miss the I need you wails
So I'll cherish every moment of my position until the next stinky diapers

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Losing Myself

I cry myself awake
In the middle of the day
Because of a decision I made
Not to spend time with you.
And now everything I am
Is falling apart into pieces;
I feel like I am losing you
Because I am losing myself.

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Lullaby a bit tongue in cheek though

Rock- a- by Baby don’t say a word,
Mummy wants a gin and not you to be heard.
You have been a little pain all day
Its time you went to bed out of the way.
The gin is dry I would like some ice.
And don’t forget the lemon, it makes it taste nice.
So little baby it's time you slept,
Cos mummies really tired, you can bet.
Don’t worry baby you are the love of my life,
But mummy is daddy’s very tired wife.
So we’ll get daddy to sing this song to you 
While I get another glass of gin or too.
Night night baby don’t say a word.
Its time to sleep my precious little humming bird

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i can see her so clearly
blue eyes blazing 
mist falling
the fog of the
ozark mountains
making the scene

each time a car
past us i simply
saw her shimmer

she stood there until
my husband arrived
to meet us so i could
go home earlier
than i intended. 

she didn't know that
i was sick to death to
know how he was
treating her

the wisps of blonde hair
danced and blew and
wet tangled curls stuck
to her head

it was not because i
was her mother, you know?
but she looked translucent...
an angel.  i breathed sharp
as i listened to her.

you know what i mean...
it is a snapshot in time
that shall always be with
me, i need no camera.

she said "momma,
i am going to have to
leave him", almost
like she needed permission
to do so.  she looked
down, so sad.....

i just tried to give her
some of my strength;
hugged her fiercely.

she was only 27.

my darling i will love
you until the stars 
erase them selves
out of the sky ...
and even after
i die

i thought that 
would be alright.

not so.  the stars must
have fell out of the sky
when i was not looking.

and....i didn't die

my love has been complete
and time standing even tho
he killed her as surely
as if he had taken a gun
of his choice and blew her

he took,....her children
her money, her shelter
even her food and the
life she was trying
to rebuild.  

the miserable creature
who said she was not
good enought married
a new woman on the
day that they were 

so now....for many 
years she was wandered
here and there and really
has no home. she lives
in pods at different peoples'
homes that love her.

then she moves on in a
cycle again.

her life seems to be
motivated by a fear she
is unwilling to discuss.

i know that she is certain
that if she stops she will die.

oh, God, i love her, i love
her, i love her.

by janetta

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

i don't want to be just marking

time.  i died on november 20,

2008, during surgery.  i was

on a vent when i awakened 

december 2, sisters'

birthday. what made me llive

i'll never know.  i know there

are things to do on this side

of death.

i have no time for marking time.

i have a stupid bag hanging from

my side now.  i am supposed to

"get comfortable with it".  well

that was a laugh.

that was a laugh until i thought

of the people that had these

things with no hope of ever

getting away from them.

i am so lucky.  14 days i laid

on a vent, then 22 more.

i came home 3 days, 


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

a pulmonary emboli, 15 more

days, three days home.

then back to e.r. blood pressure

too high.  this bought me 

4 more days in e.r.

i am home now and finally 

have spent 19 days home.

i feel every pain and i feel

every time that i feel good

yes, i am never marking

time again.....there is

something about fighting

for your life and your sanity

that straightens things out.

i don't recommend it but

i wish i could let your hearts

know what i know.


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Something good

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

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

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

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

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

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Nature's Single Dads - The Australian Emu

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

to be continued...

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Dear Mom

Dear Mom, upon your brow He'll place a well-deserved crown!

These are thoughts I should've shared with you many years ago,
To express my love and affection - so very much to you I owe!
Alas, I didn't tell you I loved you enough, that I'll ever rue.
The things I want to tell you now are so very long over due.

Thanks for all the pain you suffered just to give me breath,
And that time you prayed for me when I was nearing death.
I shall always remember your sweet and tender smile.
Your words of encouragement have made my life worthwhile.

I treasure the many times you shared your faith with me,
Especially hearing about His love as I sat upon your knee.
Though at times I rebelled at attending church and Sunday school,
I'm thankful for those who taught me to follow the Golden Rule.

Mom, I treasure many precious memories growing up as a lad.
I know the Great Depression sapped the resources of you and Dad.
You sacrificed so much to see us kids schooled, fed and clad,
And thanks to you, the good times far out-weighed the bad!

Though we had little worldly pelf, there was abundant love suffice.
When I faced Y's in the road, you always offered sage advice.
Though your time here on earth was, Oh, so very fleet,
I know that you have found perfect peace sitting at Jesus' feet!

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

Tied for No. 4 in Contance LaFrance's "Mother" Contest - August 2010

Details | Light Poetry | |

Petals In The Wind

Petals In The Wind

As the chrysalis splits open and squeezes out the butterfly
Its wings wet and wrinkled until they have the time to dry
As the bud bursts in the first warm sun of spring
Opens up its petal and accepts the bee without a ring.

As the blossoms open one by one to bloom and grow
Petals opening wide revealing all they have to show
Waiting their turn until it’s then their time to fall
As all in turn wither, and cover the ground as a shawl.

The petals slowly wither and dry as sure as the bee
Did his pollinating job so well and so beautifully 
The petal dries no longer needed, its job now done
It leaves the branch floats on the breeze, catches the last ray of sun.

As it floats with each gasp that Mother Nature blows
It twists and turns flirting with life wherever it goes
Till its trapped and it falls back to the ground in decay
Feeding back its mother earth, nutrients for another fine day.

© 22/01/2013 ~GG~

Contest Entry: Petals In The Wind

Details | Lyric | |

Trees and Dirt

Trees and dirt I sleep on the earth, the dust the sand, longing to birth.
Oil on skin, bare, 
sweat on your back, 
feels amazing.
Yes! Im back on track.
Sleeping cosy as a worm, 
unencumbered by any material possession or fixed term.
Free to explore, a magical universe, 
I must implore.
No home, no chores, no bills to pay. 
Just water, food gathered and warmth today.
A dusty cave, cute as a button, no slamming door, 
just love in your belly, to the very core.
I love this realm, 
just need more time, 
time to explore.
Trees and dirt  I sleep on the earth, the dust, the sand, longing to birth.
And return once again to mother earth.

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my old mother

Don't be afraid,
my little old mother,
worried about me,
all the time,
being all alone in this strange world,
not having a friend to lean on,
when I am scared
or crying quietly in my heart,
not having you as I use to,
your love is all I need,

to walk me through my misery,
through my life.

My little old mother
don't worry, and
don't wait for me to long,
I'm not  ready, not yet,
'cause I live in a promised land,
full of dreams, and
my dreams are waiting for me,
to live them,
'cause I might die
if I don't reach them

So please, my dearest mother,
be patient with me,
and don't worry to much,
don't cry I am still alive,
and I promise you,
I'll be back to see you
at list one more time,
before I die.

In mean time write those long letters,
write to me what is new, and who died,
if someone ask about me,
or did they already forget about me,
write me what do you cook and how grampa is doing lately,
write me if my old love still is waiting for me,
or did he get  married and got his first child.

Write me my dear mother, 'cause I would love to know,
and don't you worry to much about me,
I will be back to see you one more time before I die,
I promise you that.


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Black Leather Pouch

I stood before the mirror
in my violet cotton shirt
and jeans from the Gap,
with combed brown hair 
falling just below my shoulders,
my backpack in tow.
Small but mighty,
there I was,
ready to be one of 
the big kids now.

I held on tightly to my mom's hand
on the corner of Hazel and Greenleaf,
anxiously awaiting the arrival 
of the yellow school bus
to take me off to my first day
as a 1st grader. 

She sensed my nerves
and knelt down beside me,
placing a small black leather pouch necklace
in my hand.
"Put this around your neck
and whenever you start to feel
scared or lonely at school,
just rub the pouch and I'll be there,"
she said with a smile.

I clutched the pouch 
in my hand as the school bus
pulled up to the corner
and opened its doors. 
Charlie the bus driver
welcomed kids with a warm smile,
but I didn't want to let go of mom's hand.
With the pouch in my right hand,
and her hand in my left,
everything was right.
But as the last of the other kids
boarded the bus,
I knew it was time to let go
of mom's hand.

I waved one more time from the bus
as I sat down on the sticky brown
school bus seats.
I looked out the window
trying to hold onto my mom
with my eyes until
I couldn't see her anymore.

I felt the tears begin to well,
and my lower lip trembled,
the only thing I wanted 
was to be back with my mom.
I took the pouch out of my hand,
and slipped it over my head
onto my neck.
Closing my eyes
I rubbed the pouch,
and just like she said,
she was there with me
holding my hand.

Years later 
on a humid day in late September
I stood in front of the mirror
in my apartment,
wearing a yellow tank top 
and a loose brown skirt,
my short hair pulled back
in a ponytail.
As the time came for me to leave,
all I wanted to do was cry.
I wish mom was here to hold my hand,
I thought, looking down at my
empty hands.
I grabbed my bag from my chair,
and a worn black leather pouch
fell from the chair onto the carpet.
I stared at it for just a moment,
and then picked it up and tied it tightly 
to the strap on my bag.
As I walked into the room
for my first day as a big girl
in the real world.
I realized I was rubbing the pouch
with the fingers on my right hand,
just as I did on the first day of 
the 1st grade.

I knew she was there with me
holding my hand through my struggles,
just like she promised me years earlier
while waiting for the bus
on the corner of Hazel and Greenleaf.

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There is Life Beyond Death's Door Part IV- (Most Awesome Paranormal Experience)

stammered, “Because, if Brian ran away, I saw him earlier today, downtown!  And  
he bought me an ice cream cone! And we talked and were even laughing at a joke 
I’d just told!  He was all dressed up and I asked him where he was going all 
dressed up on a Saturday. He just laughed and said that, he was on an errand and 
he was going back home. He said that he would see me later.  Then I said that I 
would come by to tell him about the trip. We said good bye and he walked away!

Papa’s face turned to stone as he starred in silence, and poor Thomas just stood in 
that spot like a statute.  My oldest sister or someone asked him what kind of 
clothing Brian was wearing.  He answered that Brian was wearing a grey suit, white 
shirt and a burgundy bow tie! He described the outfit down to the shoes Brian 
wore. With that said, Papa, wide-eyed called was rising out of his chair in slow 
motion as he called out to Mama to come and hear this.  Slowly, his tall frame stood 
in silence. Those were the exact clothes that Brian was buried in. There is no way 
Thomas could have known what kind of clothing Brian had been buried in because; 
his parents weren’t at home when he returned from camp.  He had returned much 
earlier than was expected. He didn’t unpack his bags, being in a hurry to get to the 
store downtown as they closed early on Saturdays. After, he would go and visit 
Brian to share about the trip.  Brian’s burial clothes were all new and made by the 
local tailor!  Thomas ran out of the house and my Father ran after him. The grieving 
had begun all over again. We never did see our dog, Blackie again.  The following 
year we moved away.  I am grateful for memories because even though my brother 
Brian died long ago, I still remember his handsome face, even his voice, the way he 
walked, his beautiful smile, and the many times he would carry me up on his 
shoulders to safety in escaping from an abusive uncle.

Next time I see my brother Brian, we will be together again, this time forever.

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

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Celestial Mother

Once great always great I say to you.
Upside down or right side up you be.
Once upon a time and a time once was she.
Gathering the universe and shining a Star or two.
Then one day She shot down to Earth out of the blue.
She gathered Her crops and made circles wide and free.
She made them so big the whole of the world could see.
She took the Stars the Sun and Moon making them new.
She shined talents never quite seen.
Amazing and sparkling from up above,
She is the smartest thing ever so keen.
She is abundant in spreading Her love.
She is our Celestial Mother in Heaven,
Separated by the empty shells of leaven!
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2007

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Father/Dad/Mother/Mom (Birthday/Father's Day/Mother's Day/Thankyou/Thinking of you/Across the miles

I may not be at home with you
'though it does not mean that you're not near
I recollect those things you've done
For me throughout the years

You've picked me up when I've fell down
and soothed my broken spirit;
played games and taught me how to grow
Worked hard to feed us with it

So my heartfelt thanks are in these words
as I think of you this way;
and all my love is sent to you
All year, not just today.

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A sonnet to a faded little rose,
Could never hope to tell you how I feel.
The things you gave up just for me do show,
That parental love is your only seal.
Since birth you've been near just to protect me,
And help me up each time that I would fall,
And guide me with a hand on which I'd lean,
Depending as I start down lifes vast hall.
When I have gone from your home to my own,
To rear my family as you did rear me. 
I only hope that God will help me know,
The joy and sorrows, that I once caused thee.

My love for you is as endless as time itself,
And deeper than the oceans deepest cove.

                           Cile Beer

written l955

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Untitled (A Mother's Poem)

Last night I had a vision
of a magic hummingbird
Who’d come with mystic wisdom
to a question he once heard

My dream became a story 
that was written just for you
upon a prism rainbow   
he created as he flew

As he spun his magic tale 
it was painted on the sky
along with graceful notes of
an enchanted lullaby

The evanescent melody 
starts; “Once upon a time”
and generates perfection: 
unveiled memories, sublime

Long ago, and far away
you awoke and came to me
and commenced an epoch query
for a child of only three

I picked you up and kissed you
and you gave a kiss to me.
”Have we always been together, Mom?”
“Will we always be?” 

“I think so.  Don’t you?”   I asked
and my eyes filled up with tears
as if our lives could be summed up 
by the number of our years.

Your tired little eyes exposed
your innocence of youth 
but your brilliant mind brought 
peace, quickly reconciled by truth

Entranced in thought you pondered
then you turned to answer me
“I think so, for sure!”  
you insisted, most emphatically

Like links upon the chain of life
joined by unseen tether.
You chirped your explanation,
“We’ve always been together!”

“When Mema was so tiny,
that you couldn’t even see,
Nana was seed in her,  
You were in that seed, with me!”

I closed my eyes and held you
then I kissed your little head 
“Yep.  It’s true.”  you said.  “Always.”
and you shuffled back to bed

Just when you think it’s over
and it’s reached a wondrous end
The end is a beginning
and we round the magic bend

I dreamed about a hummingbird
luminous and blue
Who emanated mystic wisdom 
into rainbows as he flew

The melody diffuses
as a harmony of hues.
Surrender then crescendo
into eternities’ good news

The orchestra of life explodes
and our hummingbird returns
to weave his final tapestry
sprouting life from ashes burned

This is a perfect story
and it has a perfect end
giving rise to new creation
and the bird will fly again

Many, many years from now
As you gaze at the night sky
You’ll think about this story
then remember me and sigh

Glance up to the crescent moon
In its’ stead you’ll see my smile
tell me all about your day
and we’ll visit for a while

Gently I’ll caress your cheek
with breeze upon the air
and sprinkle you with moonlight 
so you know that I am there

We’ve always been together,
and we shall always be.
A little birdie told me so,
as you did, when you were three.

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That All The World May Know

From The time I was a boy
when mother raised me at her knee,
from the time I was a boy
I was already beginning to see

From the time I was a boy
I’d walk with mother to the well,
from the time I was a boy
I was already beginning to tell

The call upon my life
as to manhood I would grow,
the call upon my life
that all the world may know

The call upon my life 
would lead me to the cross,
the call upon my life; 
my Father’s greatest cost.

And now I am with Him
though I drank the dreaded cup,
and now I am with Him
as by Him I was raised up.

And now I am with Him
seated at My Father’s Right Hand,
and now I am with Him
as the Door to Heavenly Lands.

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Summer's Slumber -Kissing The Moon


  The balmy summer breeze 
Gently caresses the harvest saffron moon
  While it dreams memories of autumn’s golden red kiss
Trees are shedding their emerald green summer tresses
  Kindly kissing the Earth as their garments fall gently below
And flowers have shed their vivid colorful dresses
  As crimson amber leaves gently anoint the ground for show
While Summer sheds her beautiful clothes -
  Mother Nature lovingly seduces her to dream
She's kissed the shore with her elegant colorful attire
  She has painted the world with her exquisite apparel 
So now it's time for her yearly seasonal retire
  She paraded us with her resplendent painted scenes
Blessed the birds in their angelic symphony of songs
  So now -it’s time for her to drink the dreams of slumber
Taking the cup of restful sleep - is now where she belongs
She asks the moon to wait patiently...
  For her splendid colorful return
When she'll paint the world with her radiant painted tresses
  Where once more her regal colors will burn
She'll brush the Earth in regal glorious colors 
  Dressing up again in her brilliant, picturesque dresses
As the ruby red blaze of autumn begins to kiss the Earth 
  With her dazzling hues of gold and coral valor 

But before she goes...
  She gently reaches out with her one last caress...
Softly whispering as she sweetly kisses the moon
  ”It’s time now for fall - it’s time for me to undress”
She softly breathes her dulcet ending tune...
  "Goodnight", she gently whispers ...
"I’ll see you soon Mr. Moon
   Please...will you wait for my return? 

Quietly - she drifts into her splendid, peaceful dreams…
  Slumbering peacefully - 
Safely harbored in Mother Nature’s loving arms 
  As mellow zephyrs gently caress autumn's waiting whispers
While the moon drizzles its shimmering dusty charms
  Serenading nature with his soft silvery tune 
As this luminous gleaming Luna Mister 
  Cordially opens his welcoming hands 
To September's colors of orange and golden browns
Awaiting the arrival of dancing petals
As he gently embraces autumn's leaf draped lands 

Next he’ll greet the season’s sister 
  From the pristine silverblue Northern Isles...
Awaiting dancing ivory snowflakes he'll cheerfully greet winter 
  With his warm welcoming golden smile 


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Mother's Day

Mother’s Day

Mother’s Day is upon us. It’s time to give her what’s come due.
No more taking for granted everything that you know she can do.
Mom ties the family together, holding each in her safe, warm space.
She is everything to everyone as each day takes its place.
Nurse, cook, housewife, taxi, and part of your cheering squad,
Teacher, lover, and tender mom who’ll chase away the storms…
She’ll administer your fever while giving into your every need quite fast.
Then she’ll take you to the doctor, and be the first to sign your cast.
She’ll scold you when you’re wrong, and applaud you when you’re right…
Then still be there to be your friend each and every night.
Then give you a kiss as it’s off to bed while her eyes hold that warming spark.
She’s held your hand, and scared away the monsters each time in the dark.
But better… she’s held you heart forever so close and warm against the daily wars.
And even when she’s gone she’s sworn to be your guardian angel ever more.

All she asks once a year is a simple smile and hug from her special people so true.
So here I am Mother… to say that I Truly Do Love You.

Details | I do not know? | |

Woman's Day

Women's Day

wiping away those tears

of the brutal truths of your past

wiping away those tears

your spirit rises up, far beyond your scars

and your strength resides deep within you 

with an unshakeable resolve that shall forever last

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

and that has always been in your face

are now nothing but specks of aging, obsolete rust

flitting past you, for you hold it all together

as you always have 

rising up firm and strong from being shoved into the dust are a mother, a lover, a daughter, a wife, and a worker ... above all a worker you have been

tying the loose ends together time after time

always there 

yet unseen

...a woman you are 

of fibre 

of courage

of being the bedrock on which we trample 

on whose shoulders this world stands

as you continue to work ceaselessly on

with lines on your face

and with raw wounds on your hands


now your time has come

and no longer will you silently bear

the jabs and taunts of men

for now you proudly declare

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

and now the time has come for them to awaken

to the tolling a new bell

...a bell that tolls for you

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

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

through cities and homes and villages 

and in town after nameless town

for now the bell has tolled

and the time has passed for you

to be ever
put down

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In Lost Time

I write to you my self, 
Sending you myself 
With words that I long for you
Need you and care about you 
Hope you, miss you, and want 
To share my heart, my life 
With you, all these written
On a piece of paper 
Capsule in time, in a bottle 
On the way to you
Somewhere some time
You shall get it. 
Floating across 
The seven seas
In lost time…

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You Don't Know

You don't know about the ish that i been through  
You don't know why its like this with me and you
  you only see the ish you wanna see 
 But you dont know the half of whats in me 
 I'm much more than what meets ya eye
  I lay awake some nights tryin not to cry
  Wishin we were close like you and your second child
  Maybe i should have rebelled and been a lil wild 
 Perhaps i should a pissed you off every chance i got  
Make you angry, get you pissed off and pippin hot
  Cause it did wonders fa y'all relationship 
 I always felt i got left over ish
 You told me i was a surprise 
 Rarely could i ever read love in your eyes
  And when i did i knew it wasn't there to stay
  Feelings for me change from day to day 
 Bet you didn't know i tried to take my own life 
Bet you didn't know i was once gone be a womans wife
  And i know you dont know about the time i was raped 
 Or about the time i was forced to make a video tape 
You couldn't know your baby girl should be a mother 
 Didn't know i was till i saw blood on the covers  
And there is still a list of ish you could never see  
Cause i keep all of this ish down deep inside of me 
 No it's not all your fault we're not like mom an daughter
  When i saw how things worked i could have tried harder 
  But yet and still this is the woman you raised 
 Taught to live on my terms , do things my way 
 I really  cant help how i am you see  
The best i can do is simply be me  
But you dont know the ish that i been through  
Only concerned about whats up with you 
But if you took the time to look under, not just above 
 Look deep inside, my heart is full of love 
And if you used more than just your eyes to see 
Maybe you could see the wonder known as Kimberly

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Death's Door

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

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

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

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

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Tear in My Heart

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

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So much on my mind,
So much to do,
So little time,
Can't wait to unwind, 
sit back  that time,
And know that all of these trials, 
Will be worth our wild.
I love my kids..

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City Two

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

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When will I see you again

She places her life In the care of her doctor A shot and a haze fills her eyes And her thoughts wonder. Images arise Inside her, she remembers When twice upon a time She had carried them. Had given birth to them Now grown, with children of their own In a couple of hours it would be gone It was for the best. A matter of health Yet eyes now shut, her heart wails Wasn’t the first time she needed doctors A smile’s on her face She can feel him near Her better half gone before her Would not mind joining him. Softly, he whispers, “Where is that woman so brave? That fought through many a pain, Survived each time. It’s not your time yet You are still needed, and you know I’m always there, and I’ll wait For the day we are Together again.” In honor of my mother, having surgery today, a hysterectomy. I was home last month for 2 weeks, wish I could have stayed longer. Speedy recovery, mom!

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I Come From Southern Fire

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

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Can't Let U Go

"You brought me into this world. You guided me the best you knew how to. You watched me 
grow before your very eyes and yet you still can't seem to let me go. Now the tables have 
turned, for I've watched you live your life with out me there. Watching you live your life 
alone and free. Now its my turn to lend you my hand. As I guide you on your way and watch 
you leave this world when the time comes even though I still can't let you go." 

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He Left These Here for You

Granddad saved change under the paper in his dresser drawer.
We never dared to look and see how much he had to share.
He saved it there with a purpose; to give when I was there.
For a nickel I would comb his hair; a quarter bought a shave.
He loved to give me money; I loved the way he cared.
A playful sort, he loved to laugh; he always teased and joked.
There was endless time to play with me; that’s how my granddad was.

My granddad grew a garden, the prettiest one in town.
I would help him plant the rows of corn.
Three seeds dropped in each hole that he made.
Row after row, together we worked our way down.
And when the work was completely done, it was time for fun!
A shave, hair comb, and a pedicure would make him fall asleep.
Grandma brought bright red polish to decorate his feet!

When he'd wake up, I’d sit on the floor, knowing what was next.
He would bring out coins from his dresser drawer
And laugh about his toes…  (A tradition as my grandmother knows.)
He was always amused while I counted all of my loot.  
He would tease and laugh and taunt.  To me, he was number one!
At age eighteen, while in the Army, the horrible message came.
Granddad had died from an allergy; life would never be the same.

I tried not to cry, like I promised him; I could not bear the pain.
He loved me so and I loved him.  I felt so alone.
How could I go through life and never hear his voice.
I must go on; we had talked of this; even now, he still is missed.
I didn't go home for many years; when I did…he wasn’t there.
Emptiness came over me, and an ocean full of tears.
Then, Grandma took me to his drawer… “He left these here for you.”

© July 9, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen 

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Cold Shadows of Subconscious

Cold shadows form
Blacker bars from locked window
Fall upon the remaining light and I
Wake caged memories as animals
Metaphors arouse the senses
Silence louder grips regret
And all I can do
Is think to run
But, instead I again hold on tighter
To my waning sanity
No signs insist on warning
Moments like rocks are falling
Always continue to pile up images within
That now stirs the soup thick dark 
And begin to play out
An unspeakable act 
Every year upon this very day
I watch from balconies, stuck 
In tragedies portrayed
And now I see…
What I forgot
Mother, lying
Covered about her sins
Beneath, I’m a child crying
Guilt turning always finds its way 
Around the coo-coo clock
Of hands and helpless
To time’s army, life’s ending, ticking, plot
If, but for an instance
I could be free
Free from what
A reality without her
And her needed love
When is enough, enough!
Please, subconscious just let me go…
And I promise
I’ll keep on… going and forgetting

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A Note Left Behind (to a Son)

I was born underwater with lungs oversized,
With gills immature in a world full of smog,
I'm filling petition to be cauterized,
And end other chapter in life’s fragile log.

I was born black and white with extremities gray,
The plaintiff accuses what I might hide,
It's nothing but SOUL constantly at play,
With spoonfuls of turquoise rolling down off life's slide...

Implosion of rainbows will probably be
The cause of my passing unknown and alone.
When thrown overboard and deep into sea
I'll finally return to my home long time gone...

I've moved in a place with no windowless chamber,
Where time has no meaning and waiting is painless,
If I had any hopes, I swear - don't remember...
And don't recognize him, his sorrow is senseless.

I have died underwater, reborn in blue nights,
Don't need oxygen to play with the whales.
Remember when watching those great Northern Lights
That Mother is smiling behind Nature’s veils.

for Constances contest "Mother"

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My Family and Me

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

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June 01/1916
So it’s off to war!  
By they were glad  
Singing and whistling a tune every lad
With a swing of their arms 
and a smile on their lips
And a shine in their eyes
For the gals in white slips
So it’s march down to the station
To board for the front
With a hiss and a whistle
And pull and a shunt
Then just one last look
At the girls with a tear in their eyes
We will be home for Christmas
So no need to cry
The Germans can’t shoot straight
Their bullets are rubber
So hold your tears girl
There is no need to blubber

At the front ONE MONTH LATER July 01-1916 
Battle of the Somme

So we will dig our trenches
And sleep in the mud
The weather’s quite cold
And the food’s not that good
Sarge blows a whistle
And over we go
One at a time or all in a row
The noise is quite deafening
The bullets whiz by
A strange sort of noise hearing men die
Some they go quickly with not even a whimper
Some take all night caught in the moons
Trapped in the wire, trod in the mud
Guts lay beside them leaking life’s blood.
Screams and cry’s 
They cut through the cold night air
For a man to end his life this way just don’t seem fair

Please Don’t leave me alone
I want to go home! 
My tummy’s hurting
Please don’t leave me alone

So I lay in my trench, hands over my ears
The rain on my face hiding my tears
While somebody’s father somebody’s son
Somebody’s sweetheart
Who’s life’s just begun
Pleads for his mother to stop his pain
And hold him in her arms
Just once again
But she will never hear
Her boys last request
She will never again see his boyish zest
never to hold him in her arms again
Or ruffle his hair or soothe his pain

‘Whistle Whistle‘
Well there’s no time to day dream
And no time to dither
‘Cause the Sergeant is calling
And so through the mud we must slither
Over the top keep your head down
Try not to trod on those laying down
Past little Jimmy stuck on the fence
This bloody war don’t make any sense
I feel a slight tingle running down my spine
My legs are numb they don’t feel like mine
It’s all going dark now
I think I’ll just lay down here
Feel really tired but mam will soon be here
To tuck me in and ruffle my hair
And tell me a story about ‘Rabbit Brer’
Lights fading fast now
Time to sleep
Good night sweet Jesus
My soul pray you keep

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Sex Sells

You asked,
“Daddy, where’d I come from?” in your cute and charming way
The time was early morning ‘bout 6 bells
Confused you looked at my reply I guess you had to bat an eye
When I turned and said, “Because my dear, sex sells”.

You sat there for a moment thinking long and hard
Until a light bulb lit up overhead 
“Did you purchase mommy?”
“No” I laughed out loud and with that look upon your face
I knew an explanation further need be said

You see, about eight years ago while we were up real late
You’re mommy said “Let’s watch the Late, Late Show”
There was music from a band and a brunette finely tanned
And a skit about a giant talking taco
When the guests were interviewed the conversation turned quite lewd
And your mother said “Why don’t you get some beers”
I put on my coat and hat, grabbed my keys, hurdled the cat
and headed to the liquor store most near

Upon my arrival, I headed for the cooler
Looking for your mommy’s favorite brand
Along the way I got distracted (this part will have to be redacted)
But the blond really turned your daddy on
Then to make the matters worse I bumped into a nurse 
Who was wearing a provocative bikini
I covered up my eyes and much to my surprise
It was a cardboard ad for some no name brand martini

Now don’t misunderstand, I’m an ordinary man
And I’m as loyal as loyal can be
But just that simple trip, like the cat with her catnip
Made me really, really, really frisky 
Which just to prove my point, don’t let your nose get out of joint
There is no myth here that one can dispel
It’s now a part of life and it often causes strife
The simple fact is that its true… sells

So home I did return and found your mother on the couch
She had changed into a teddy black and red
We popped open the beer, she placed a kiss upon my ear
So I picked her up and whisked her off to bed
To your imagination the next part will be left
Save to say that we had a lot of fun
By the time that we were through we started creating you
And in less than twenty minutes we were done

Well that look upon your face says you didn’t understand
So I’ll tell you what my father told my brother
When it comes to birds and bees and making new babies
All I can say is “Go and ask your mother”
So you did that very thing and a surprise to me did bring
That makes my chest two times begin to swell
For your mother’s answer too, just like what I had said to you
It’s a simple fact of life… cells.

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The Bottom Drawer

An eight-drawer dresser sits in an attic corner
Under the east wall dormer
It has a drawer that's quite a bother
It's the bottom drawer, a pesky drawer
That the family tries to ignore
It won’t open, it sticks and is hard to reach
It’s the drawer that’s nearest the floor

The drawers are packed with odds and ends
And from time to time and now and again
Family members get an urge
To climb the aging attic stairs that wobble and slightly bow
To rifle through these odds and ends discarded long ago
Underneath a faded hat they find a painting on a rock
Here’s a broken knife, a run down watch and a key stuck in a lock
A piece of chocolate that still looks fresh, old pennies and a sock
A receipt for rent and a bent and rusted bell
Hands are dirty, clothes are dusty and they hate that musty smell
The desire to pry wanes, their interest is considerably cooled
And the bottom drawer won’t open no matter how hard it’s pulled

There are times I want to get away from my worries and my cares
And from time to time and now and again I climb the attic stairs
With my coffee cup, some toast on a plate I quietly retire
To renew my center and the balance I require
Sighing in pleasure for the time I’ll be here even if it’s just for an hour
About that pesky bottom drawer that the family tries to ignore?
It’s really not hard to open if you know it’s braced
With sturdy pegs behind the dresser that keeps the drawer in place
A simple solution to stop careless hands and prying eyes
From disturbing cherished mementos I’ve saved and deeply prize

I open the drawer and lovingly smooth my Mother’s rosary beads
Here’s the last picture of my Mom and Dad taken at the table as they read
Lying in the corner is a birthday card given to me by my husband
That says I’m the best, most wonderful wife
And the greatest love of his life
A fragile, very old scarf wrapped carefully in tissue
Handed down by my grandmother to my mother to me
That traveled on a ship from Portugal at the turn of the century
Here's a photo of my kids taken when they were grown
Oh my, how fast the years have flown
Coffee and toast long gone, I’m ready to set a new pace
Feeling energized, I’m prepared to get back in the race
I put my treasured mementos back in place
Including the pegs that hold the secret brace
On the bottom drawer, the pesky drawer 
That the family tries to ignore
It won’t open, it sticks and is hard to reach
It’s the drawer that’s nearest the floor

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It Was Just

It was just the other day when you were born 
When your father cut the umbilical cord
when I heard your first cry
When I held you in my arms for the first time to feed you
When I heard your first burp
When I laid you on my chest to sing you to sleep
When I brushed your long brown curly hair
When I changed your first diaper
Time has past and memories have been formed to have me realize that time has flown by
You are about graduate high school
You have learned to keep positive friends
You have chosen to surrender your life to Christ 
You have joined the choir without me even asking if you wanted to
You have decided not be the average teenager but take the challenge of studying Chinese
You have decided to keep your virginity even though it's not the popular thing to do
watching all of these transitions before my eyes leaves me with gratification that GOD saw fit for me to experience all of these wonderful stages of your life and to that I say THANK YOU GOD may you see favor upon me for me to see this wonderful gift obtain a carrier that she desires, see her walk down the isle with a God fearing man and allow me to become a grandmother with your blessings IF IT IS YOUR WILL

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A mothers love

She left me in the empty darkness
So lost in the world I search for her,
An invisible force drags me to the forlorn eagle,
Both our chains bond together
And Eagle and I entwine our souls, 
Thus we embark on our desperate journey,
We ascend over peaked rising mountains,
And failing White clouds,
Searching for the unknown piece,
That has chained us to the ground,
Gazing through his eyes in the sky, we see her,
We watch her nurture the flowers on the land,
So provoked we christen to her in the weightless air,
Sensing my voice she lifts her porcelain head,
Familiar of her smile I sense a separation commence,
Zooming in on her face I feel the knots tighten,
Disillusioned By the sight of her eyes, 
There is nothing but despair,
And once again we ascend over peaked rising mountains,
And failing white Clouds,
Searching for that unknown piece,
That has chained us to the ground,
And fixated on the earth we spot her,
And once again we christen to her in the weightless air,
Discerning us in the Violet sky,
She Smiles and signals us to come,
The knots begin to loosen,
But as we progress closer I hear her call my name
Listening to her foreign voice I flee,
So distressed by this misconstrue event,
My hope begins to diminish with the clouds,
So we flee to the forgotten rock,
And sit on the rusted gray stone looking unto the sky
And watch history reveals itself through the stars,
And we travel back in time to obtain her,
We wish to feel her presence,
To touch her delicate soft skin,
And to have her hold us once more in her arms,
But as we search through time and space,
I cannot find one sole essence of her Existence

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Falling down

Plotting my new existences
living off hope and sheer willpower.
who knew, their would be this resistance.
I tell the loved ones in my life,
this will take persistence.
Pray my kids wont end up as misfits,
and living this life doesn’t put us at a distance.

Falling down now is not an option.
Groveling at the feet of others is,
but to proud to admit.
Quick to bring it up in my face,
here I come in defense.
Putting you in your place,
I'll leave you with the proverbial kiss of death.

Please busy yourself
with someone else and there business.
I don’t think you know what nice is.
Maybe next time you’ll find this,
but in the meantime
find joy in someone else and there crisis’s.

Falling down,
well that’s what got us into this.
Not your fault,
I’m your best wittiness.
Don’t you think I will live the rest of my life
forever in debt to this.
Spend my time regretfully ashamed by the actions
that lead this consequence.
Like the loss of my one true love.
Talk about shame,
this story will give you chills.
Believe me when I say,
it will leave you with emotional ills.

How about the missing moments
I will never get back.
Six birthdays, Three Christmases,
Two for new years,
Or the loss of the life,
that made breath late that night.
For a moment all of her thoughts were on me
Waiting on me to breathe.
I wonder what she’s thinking of me.
Surely disappointed in everything.

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You are not my life

The life I'm living is really tragic,
I'm just glad I didn't get hit by static.
As these words pass through my mind,
to these funny verses is what you'll find.
Days past, and i still feel like this,
and what you see, is what this is.
As your words seem to attack,
I know now what matters most is how i act.
See how you push us farther apart,
now I'm cursed with this versing art.
It's like you don't trust me anymore,
I did most things right, but what for?
I know you'll never believe me,
you just need to look deep inside and see.
So why am I writing this down today?
Maybe I want to take this pain away.
I know your going to read this,
you might yell, and ask what this is.
But I can't keep it in,
It's better than us screamin'.
I just wanted to let you know,
that I want to leave, and you should let me go.
As I sit in class today,
questioning myself, is there another way.
There's so many things going through my head,
I just want to erase it all, and go to bed.
Soon I'll make my life great,
make all the mistakes straight.
I always ask myself, how?
Looking back and thinking wow!
You always glare at me,
trying to see what I'll be.
All I ever wanted to be was you,
but all you ever gave me were open wounds.
I want to know so tell me,
what you always wanted me to be.
'Cause you think you know it all,
but if I take your advice, just don't let me fall.
As this cursed poem goes on,
I wonder what went wrong.
This time I'll make you see,
what I want you to let me be.
As time passes by,
I still wonder why?
I just wanted to let you know,
before I let all of this go.
       That you are not my life

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The Hourglass of Life

A new season begun, a new life, a new birth,
engraving our story here upon earth.
The pages turn slowly.
Each day will pass.
Life is measured by the hourglass.
The sands of time pass graciously.
The book is written of mystery.
Echoes of silence, the pages are blank.
For the hourglass of life holds no rank.
Let today be today.
Look not to tomorrow.
For life will fade on the pages of sorrow.
Read the story,
you must go on.
Turn the pages of a new dawn.
To every beginning there is an end.
Your spirit will soar high in the wind.
Hurry before time runs out.
For life surely fades without a doubt.
The clock counts down each grain of sand.
Turn the page and understand.
Reflections of love and holding hands.
This page though so innocent,
a beautiful child of heaven scent,
happiness in a life well spent.
Turn the page again once more,
to find the key to all closed doors.
This page tells of mom and me,
the many cherished memories,
undying love for family.
Turn the page, see all my friends,
from around the world and all nations.
This page tells of sacred marriage,
to have, to hold, and also cherish.
This page tells of many great storms,
the sea of tears, and the thunder roars.
This page holds the photographs,
of many dreams that once was had.
Though some memories of life you can't recall.
The book of seasons, winter, spring, summer, and fall.
The last page to turn, so there's a stall.
The last grain of sand that slowly falls.
Now for a moment don't you cry,
the hourglass of life told us no lie.
For all is born and then must die.
God grant me the time to say goodbye.

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I can remember every time 
I've watched the sun rise.
Each time so much
different from the last.
The awakening of the world,
the pulse of it all,
always the same.
I can feel the rumble of her heart
beat right through me.
Oh how I cherish 
these moments of peace.

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My aunty Gerty Gribble was a true blue pioneer 
as she and husband Harold ran a place called 'Bendemere'. 
Two dinkum Aussie battlers, who had given their life's blood 
to fifty years of toiling on their outback cattle stud. 
So constant had the struggle been that Gert would often quote, 
she'd worked her tiny butt off just to keep the place afloat. 
The hours were so demanding she had no time for romance  
and motherhood had passed her by, she never got the chance. 
Old Gert was old and wrinkled when they gave the game away, 
though fit as any Mallee bull and jogged ten k a day. 
They bought a little donga in a Queensland coastal town, 
but sadly, being childless often got old Gerty down. 
She knew that her poor Harold was beyond it, without doubt, 
so Gert would try a new technique that she had read about.   
"You're far too old for IVF," the Doctor kindly said, 
but Gert was not to be put off, she forged on right ahead.  
"It happens that my Harold has been looking to donate  
a hundred thousand dollars to a worthy cause of late. 
However if you cannot help".  "You'll make a lovely Mum 
I'm sure ... so may I ask would next week be to burdensome?" 
Aunt Gert she fell first time it seems and had a little boy, 
which left her Harold overwhelmed and Gerty filled with joy. 
This news then spread like fowl manure and folk were left enthralled, 
The Premier and local Mayor among the first who called. 
One day while I was driving past I thought I'd duck in too 
and see my little cousin ... sort of pop in out the blue. 
Aunt Gert was glad to see me, but she asked if I could wait  
until he woke from sleeping, though did not elaborate.  

Within the hour to my surprise ten other folk called by 
and aunty Gert told them the same and I was dumbstruck why. 
We sat and dunked our biscuits in the tea she'd kindly made 
while Gert was scratching her old head and looked somewhat dismayed. 
The Doctor from the clinic, who'd been playing basketball, 
had wondered how Gert's baby was and thought he'd make a call. 
"It's nice your dropping in" she said, "but Doctor would you mind 
just waiting till the baby wakes - I'm in a  kind of bind." 
"A problem Gert?" the Doctor said, "There something I can do?" 
"Not really Doc.  He's sound asleep,  these folk are waiting too. 
I'd show you him asleep and all, if that is what you'd like,  
but Doc, I can't recall just where I put the little tyke."

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Rest in peace, Mom

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

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

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

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

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

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A Kaleidoscope

A kaleidoscope, a mixture of colors and light
So hard to describe so hard to write
Just like a life just like mine
Here is mine my time to shine

The colors change just like time
A life goes on to hit its prime
No matter what it keeps on changing
Just like life keeps on arranging

My story begins at age six
When life was suddenly no easy fix
The Kaleidoscope began to turn
And its center began to churn

My father left our family home
He left alone to go and roam
Suddenly the Kaleidoscope went dark
Even now it’s left its mark

It remained unturned for about two years
And the movement became quite severe
My Mother moved away from home 
To improve her new teaching career

The shades of blue came into play
As most of my family had passed away
My mother was strong and held my hand
Even though nothing had gone as planned

My family will always be in my heart
Those small blue beads will play their part
At that time I was almost nine
I pretended that I was just fine

The colors changed from blue to red
I went on with almost no dread
At age eleven I moved once more
I moved again to the California core

I spent the next year in shades of green
All the kids were just too mean
I went to Junior and then Senior High
Then it was time to say goodbye

The Kaleidoscope turned and made a painting
My life became very entertaining
That’s when I met you for the first time
My hope and happiness began to climb

But My Father turned my Kaleidoscope for me
And I asked and cried my pitiful plea
On the weekends the kaleidoscope turns black
With nothing there to change it back

There are ups and downs, lights and darks
With many blond moments and smart remarks
My life will always be turning fast
Even so I have time to look back at my past

If I remember one thing it is that
My life was nothing like combat
But I still fought wars of my own
Without them my world would still be unknown

There is nothing quite like a kaleidoscope
It’s a symbol of change and hope
I like to think my life is like this
So look back and reminisce

Look back at your thoughts and dreams
But remember nothing is as it seems
The Kaleidoscope will turn to show your past
What was boring and what was a blast

Mine shows everything you’ve done for me
You showed me how fun life can be
You made my life what it is now
To this day I still wonder how

Thank you for turning my Kaleidoscope
And giving me strength and the power to cope
You made my life a beautiful rainbow
You deserve more than you will ever know

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Our lives are like stories 
Like the ones found in books
We all play our part in the plot
But you were a bit more than just a character
Babe, you were a chapter

Chapters begin and end so quickly
So fleeting, like the way we would flirt
A heart-pounding beginning with a dry, cold close

I'm saying good bye 
This is for every time I could have cried
This is for every night that you forgot I exist
But I haven't shed a tear on you and, boy, I'm not gonna try
This is for every single mean thing you say
This is me deciding not to pretend I'm looking the other way
This is something I'm doing for me
So good bye, cause no longer will I be the girl who is blind

The chapter has sealed itself shut
So sit in your room and play some mean songs about me
I don't care, I know somebody with nicer hair

As a kid you must have been the bully on the playground
I'm done being the girl you give affection to and push down 
And I'm tired of standing on the sidelines while you try to run the show
I'm gonna move on with my life 
Prove there are things you will never know
There are things that books can't tell you 
Things only the heart can understand
You don't have one of those
So, pardon me, if I don't consider you a man

The chapter has ended but I won't shed a tear
The future's too bright for me to look back to darkness

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Mama's Soft Music

When tears rolled down little Mia's cheeks 
mama's soft music was always there to sing her lullabies to sleep 
during the summer, winter, and even in the springs 
mama's music still sang even when mama wasn't around to speak 

Her music sufficed 
and was always there to inscribe a melodious picture in her little Mia's eyes 
they reflected mama's feelings, her teachings, her conscience, her thoughts, her hopes, and her pride 
the music emerged as Mama danced her subtle fingers gently between her favorite harp's hips 
gradually entertaining and inviting courage, comfort and laughter to surge around her little Mia's teeth 
quietly sending little Mia to sleep 

Mama's composition and words made little Mia wonder what vanished fear from her little feet, 
and mama silently hoped that her little baby would grow to attain the legacy left within her reach.

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Mother's Day

I've been dreading it for a while,
now. Well it's that time of year,

and so every time I go to the grocery store
and see all the cards and little gift

bags, I feel like I've come this close
to losing my ever-living-mind.

I recall my first car crash - in an
instant, watching the car in front of

me get closer and closer, slamming
the breaks even though I know they

won't be enough, and thinking
"this is going to hurt". It feels that

way again, only slow this time,
frame-by-frame. I'll buy her

a card this year, and maybe a box
of chocolates, and I'll lay them

by her grave, regretting all the
horrible things that she loved me

in spite of.

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from mother to daughter

some mothers are so close to
their daughters, that they can
crack dirty jokes together, that
the daughter will come to mom
for anything---
certainly the result of mother
remembering what it was like to be
younger, spending the time with
her child in order to form an
unbreakable bond of trust & 
the want to not repeat the things
she hated that her own mother did
to her, or neglected, as the case
may have been.

can’t imagine that the birds n’ bees
are a hard subject to go over when
such a bond exists, where the daughter
is always asking mom about everything
from the first kiss to further involvement---
but still, what must it be like for
such a mom to wake up in the morning &
know that the innocence is gone?

is it easier for the mother who has a deep
bond, to know that her daughter is 
having sex, than a mother who doesn’t
have it together?  

certainly the ignorance of a child
might allow for less knowledge considering
the point & so what does it mean for the
both of them, when the innocence is 

a man cannot know---
he cannot look into a young one’s eyes &
know the same as the woman who has
given birth to this child,
he cannot step outside the young man
that he himself was---
all he has is the hindsight that those
particular days were wrought with raging
hormones & all the time in the world to
reap the benefits of being young.

when mother looks in her daughter’s eyes,
does she begin to worry more?
how much worry must past through on a
daily basis, before she goes to bed, before
she goes to work,
wondering if her child is alright?
how much of the time does she just sigh from
being overwhelmed &
sensory overloaded with stress
that never seems to relent
from mother to daughter &
daughter to mother.

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The only Mother

I wake up another day on my bed
A bed crudely made of stones and rocks
It's dark outside as usual, and again
I'm awaken by tremors and aftershocks
It's the same from the day I was born
There was no one to care for me, except her
She always shelter me and clothe me
Who is she, you ask; she is my Good Mother
The days are hot and dangerous here
The sun burns and blisters my skin; I cannot go out
I have to remain in the womb of the Mother
From sunrise to sunset, in a fetal position throughout
In the night I roam for food with efforts futile
Many a times I starve, few lucky instances I eat soil
There is no animal, no bird, no river, no lake, no tree
Not even a hint of grass, which makes my blood boil
Where there used to be trees, there are withered roots
Where there used to be grass, there is scorched earth
Where there used to be water, there is baked land
And I haven't seen a single animal since the time of my birth
There are no rains to fight the endless summers,
No flowers to distinguish scents and colors,
No sounds which feel music to your ears,
There is only darkness to see and all you feel are tremors
The mountains give you a view of agony and distortion
The earth has opened up with pockets of hell inviting you
The air is stale and you feel dizzy when you breathe
The world has shades of red and black 'stead of green and blue
Today I walk the scorched earth staring at Hell below
Wondering what the Devil might be thinking of me
Cursing my destiny, when I tripped over something
And I saw a defiant sapling aspiring to be the biggest tree
I saw it more closely, watched the young one fight all odds
It had strong roots stretching far beyond the horizon
I wondered where it found that much energy and life
And it came to me, that it was the Mother who had it chosen
A Mother who creates the best out of her children
A Mother who always cares for all, young or mature
A Mother who always gives but asks for nothing in return
Who is her, you ask; I say - She is Mother Nature

Unlike God, she never forgets her children,
Unlike Humans, she is never selfish,
Unlike me, she never gives up,
Unlike mortals, she will never perish.

A new world will rise on the ashes of old,
Life will again find a humble abode,
This time there will be no races and religions,
Because Nature will be our "GOD".

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Be Good to Them,Protect Them and Love Them

(Chain Poetry) 

I hate to see what's taking place all over this planet here 
Here in this world are happening just too many bad things 
Things that make me truly concerned and very worried
Worried and very sick to my stomach all the time 
Time and time again I hear all these horrible and very sad stories 
Stories so bad they sicken my heart and soul and truly make me shiver 
Shiver with fear and concern for the safety of all the children 
Children are in extreme danger all the time, anywhere and every day 
Day in and night out we all need to protect the life of our precious children 
Children all over the world need lots of love, attention and hugs plus understanding 
Understanding, shower them with all your loving care and protection 
Protection we should provide them and give them no matter what 
What we have to do for them to receive it as we bring them up and they grow up 
Up too soon we see them go, tick, tock, tick, tock, the clock never stops for you or me 
Me and you should never stop saying "I love you" or not showing for our children our love 
Love for God, love for family and friends, love for people and love for all of the children 
Children need us to teach them and  guide them all about God's awesome love! 
Love through God is so beautiful, true and awesome and will turn them into better adults 
Adults they will be one day and more matured if we just raise them with morals and right 
Right from wrong we have to and need to teach them all the time and everyday you see 
See now and  make sure that they never get  hurt or abused  in any way  by anyone! 
Anyone could hurt them,so be careful,be good to them,protect them and love them all! 

Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 

August 2,2009

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The Umbrella

Raining, sloshing go all the kids The bus stop blocks away But a dear mother stands with her umbrella For the daughter on that rainy day She walked all the way over there That day the rain did fall She cared enough and gave enough For her Kids this mom gave all But the daughter was very rebellious And cringed to see her there For her reputation she thought was ruined The embarrassment she could not bare She was only thinking of herself Not caring about her mom So insecure of what others thought She got off and just stomped on Few words she said to her precious mom She didn’t want her there She walked right by without saying much The thought now is hard to bare For yes I was that spoiled young child And 40 years have passed I think about how wonderful she was And how our time didn’t last To have that day back with mom To hug her as I should And thank her for all the love she gave Tell her now that I understood For I have children of my own And mom is home with God I have that love a mother feels For her child and the path they trod Stepping back and looking at this It’s an example of Gods love For many times we walk right by Not knowing this love from above He is so precious, He is always there With an umbrella of mercy and Grace But as a spoiled child so many times We turn from his loving face Our Father in Heaven is by our side Through all the storms of life He calls our name to come to Him Few come and soon face strife…. “It’s not the right time for me right now” “My friends will not understand” “Just leave me alone this embarrasses me” “Hang on to your Great Plan” But Oh dear friend there will come a day When troubles around you flow Or His call you will not hear anymore Will you cry for His love to know? Oh mom was always there for me Even though I was so wrong Our God will always be there for you When you find where you belong Just as my mom stood there for me So much more God loves us so Oh get under His Umbrella of Love and Grace And His Mercy for you will flow

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Love me why - Thoughtful

I've never time for me,
as I'm always thinking of others.
Busy being a mother, a wife and daughter too.
Always on time for appointments,
never like to keep people waiting you see.
I seem to put up with waiting for life around me.
I never say anything, I don't really mind.
I try my best to keep loved ones happy.
Favorite things, I know what they like.
And not forgetting coffee and cake with mum and dad.
I'll always have time for them.
I'm a shoulder to cry on and an ear to lend,
Hold my hand and talk to me, I'll be there.
I've never time for me,
except on Sunday's.
When I'll have a lovely soak in the tub with a good book.
And a do not disturb sign on the door.

By Emma Buckeridge
For contest : Love me why

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When you outgrow your shoes

Just to sit and look at you,
To admire the person you have become.
To see how much you have grown--
Makes me happy and sad all at the same time. 
I am happy because you followed my directions,
And you are succeeding in your life. 
You have set goals and have overcome obstacles. 
You neve give up and you do the very best you can. 
It makes me happy when I see that smile on your face,
To hear your voice giggle and to know that I can still 
Hug and squeeze you like the little child you once were. 
But my heart is sad because
You can't walk and dance on my feet no more,
You cant sit on my lap and play pat-a-cake like you use to, 
And I cant carry you in my arms like I use to. 
You are growing up, and although there is a 
great big world out there for you to discover, 
Each new day is a new leaf turned , 
And an old memory put into the past. 
There is such a unique bond between a mother and her child,
It is too special to fathom or even explain. 
You want your children to grow up and become someone special, 
But you dont want it to happen too fast. 
And before you know it, their whole infant and toddler years 
Have flashed by in a moments time --
And you are looking and thinking back of when you use to 
Hold and cuddle them and sing them lullabies to soothe them to sleep. 
So, my dear daughter, although you got some time still to grow, 
When you outgrow your shoes and you have left home---
I will still be looking back and will remember
The person you were and the wonderful person
 You've grown to become. 

Alicia Griego 

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A Surprise at the Family Reunion

An Unwelcome Surprise at the Family Reunion

By Elton Camp 

“We certainly do hope that all his descendents will choose
To attend the reunion of the family of Grandfather Hughes.”
The newspaper announced the gathering’s time & location
To recall and praise a man so distinguished, with admiration

Grandfather has been a prominent and wealthy physician 
Who had all that was expected of a man in his position 
He and Grandmother resided in a most imposing estate
They were tended by maids, butlers and servants galore
For an honored ancestor they couldn’t really ask for more

But I must admit that most relatives looked down their nose
At those who didn’t have, as a noble ancestor, one of those
For snobs to say, “Of course you know that I am a Hughes”
Was a request for deference that very few would dare refuse

The family gathering began in the ballroom of the finest hotel
Men with tuxes and women in long dresses, looking so swell
All, their professions, wealth and accomplishments did mention
To inspire jealously with pretentiousness was their intention

At that moment, a family of blacks walked through the door
Their very presence the Hughes family did quite openly abhor
“It is obvious that you people made a mistake in coming here.
The service entrance for menial hotel workers is in the rear.”

“You mean this here ain’t the Hughes family’s big meeting?
I thought it was high time that my relatives I was greeting.”
Through the room gasps and expressions of outrage spread
Two fine ladies fainted away almost as if they were dead

The oldest Hughes came over and quietly grasped his arm
“Let me show you out so that the reunion you don’t alarm.
Your mistake is natural and it’s not any cause for blame.
Many unrelated people actually will share the same name.”

“No, no this is the place I meant to come I definitely know.”
The black man then extended his hand and called him “bro”
“You are mistaken man, for it is clear that you are a spade.”
“Only partly, bro.  My father was from Mr. Hughes’ maid.”

Because of that, the reunion was never held any more
The Hughes clan felt it couldn’t be as it had been before
Bigotry was proved stronger than family ties that way
At least that is what all others in town did laugh and say

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they helped to look for little Caylee

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

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

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

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


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               F*****G DIFFENCE?

What happens when there are no more trees by Mother Nature grown?
Will humanity finally discover if we kill the trees we’ll all die together?
What happens when people discover only weeds from the seeds they’ve sewn,
While mankind is trying in vain to control the weather?

What happens when man awakes at dawn and all the plants won’t?
What will we do for beauty then?
What happens when daylilies should smile but don’t?
Because of neglect by both women and men

Superstition will  mean nothing for all the ladders we’ve walked under
And all the mirrors broken in the name of our legacy
“Grandma, why did all the flowers you describe have to die?”
 And our only logical response would be because of lunacy

Yet mankind continues to try and silence the thunder
When the thunder only gets angry  and starts a forest afire
There won’t be enough things to run under
And believe me, this wasn’t Mother Nature’s desire

What happens when our children and grandchildren begin asking why?
What happens when our honest answers are nil?
If we look toward the heavens you’ll only see a raging sky
Because we cfalsely blame tsunamis, hurricanes and whatever else mankind can kill

The Mideast is meddling in business they don’t belong and so are we
But all of us seniors should claim responsibility instead of playing golf
We need tens of millions of people to finally admit we made this be
And didn’t we learn anything from blood in Viet Nam and that war in the gulf?

So next time your child or grandchild sits upon your lap
And gently drops into dreams with tightly closed eyes
Next time you lay your little one down for a nap
Before you say “sleep well,” you should say “we all apologize”
 © 2011.….Phreepoetree


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Wake up from your sleep
Its about time we reap
The happiness of the moment
Going on and on like a current

Lets go out in the sun
Its time we take a run
The rain will soon drizzle
Everything will soon frizzle

Today its so bright
Hold my hand tight
Imagine we can fly
Up and Up so high

As the clock ticks ten
Lets go into the den
I know as time slides
The pain will subside!

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Mother's Seed

The seed was planted along time ago in her daughters mind.
She still remembers the smell of her perfume.
And most of all the trees her mother use to like looking at in the fall.
The colors was so viberate and full of life.
The leaves on the tree can tell us so much if we just listen and look somtimes.
It's alot like life we go through our ups and downs but the little things we never give thought to can bring so much joy to our lives it we only take the time to enjoy them but we do when the ones we love pass on.

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In Your Love

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

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

~ Leonard Napierskie

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Remembering Them

Will there be enough time to forget those lives
How could I think time would erase my pain
I miss them in the weeping sighing rain
I feel their presence as I watch the tides

As spring renews the earth on every side
And garden in even rows like country lane
The love they in helping plant remain
But on my heart, your laughter_love abides

So many places your quick laughter will disappear
Never to be heard again when I cross rim
So now I enter my quiet place
Where their being never set foot or showed face

Saying, "The memory of them is not here!".
And there weeping stricken remembering them...

(Remembering mine and my husbands parents)..

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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

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when i'm really old
will i smile when i 
see some lovely thing
or will i be sad?

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Here Without You

Here without you 
Paints me a realization that life isn't easy
It displaces the settling railroad
Taken away by the midnight train's calamity 

Waiting impatiently 
to face some inspiration given by God
Over the driver and I 

By the way you shrivel up in anger, 
I'm not ready to cross through the trampled street
Trampling over the infected cycle...unprepared to face reality's misfortune 
Swimming in its ungrateful punishment

Settling in my sorrow state...shaping my way away from ignorant fate
You lie in scrumptious desires, supposedly independent in your heart-seeking choices
To burn the aches and rashes for all the times you fooled us...took us for granite 
What do you have left to diminish?
To accomplish?

Here without you is like refusing an outspoken crowd, applauding in satisfaction
Ruining the family's reputation...flustering the gas station 
Jaded by your defiant outbursts

Holding up my clutched fists in shame
Holding back tears that reck a moment's peace

This betrayal...not deserving a name

You were passing near us, snickering and cursing our form...our completive family
You wish for scrumptious desires...shaping your heart in frightening lies that strike the innocence of your presence

All the years seem to leave us behind
Settling in the resistible past 
Passing our unachieved, future goals
Poverty splattering us in shapeless love 

Rummaging mad as a furious bear in danger of unyielding snares 

Are we on time to reach the morning train?
And start our life in a new cycle 
This family barely has anything to gain 
You aren't even offering us any advice...same be for you,
Pleasure-seeking mother

Here without you is competitive, but affordable and fair
We aren't crushed against your passionate glares

Here without you is an unhappy environment 
Too caught up in unbearable suffocation and useless bafflement 

Here without you 
Paints me a realization that life isn't easy
It displaces the settling railroad
Taken away by the midnight train's calamity 

Come home... face your fears and embarrassment 
Get away from the monstrous zoo, snatching away impressing love 
Help repair this tear between the whole family with our handyman
Giving it time to grow stable and secure

This family barely has anything to gain 
You aren't even offering us any advice...same be for you,
Pleasure-seeking mother

Good riddance

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The Train Ride Ended But Love Never Stops

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Did your mother ever tell you

Did your mother ever tell you,
Did you know?
(Some of us have a penchant for the inscrutable)
Did, your mother ever tell you
(These bonds are primordial and immutable)
In one of those intimate conversations
Between mother and child
(Mostly wasted on superficiality of dopamine significance)
About your origin and your age?
(Neither carbon-14 nor red shift light can date us)
I supposed 
With your superior knowledge written on official paper
That provide the data of your birth
You think it not worth the bother
To have such small talk about origin.
Mothers knew the world before the big banging bang 
Or you measure your life with time like baking flour.
Trivial, trivial, three scores and ten is distorted denial.
Did your mother ever tell you
About her memory of tomorrow?

Did you know
That every child comes mass produced from heaven
The female foetus has 7 million oocytes to begin
The tomb stalks us from the womb because of sin
Death comes early to siblings we forget tomorrow
When the memory of the future fades
She is born with only one million eggs later on
O that I could tell the brothers or sisters in one year we lost
That by puberty only 400, 000 eggs are not gone.
Was that random love
Or the beginning of my purpose driven life,
O mother, will you remember now?

Did you hear 
The whispering of my siblings telling me "go first!"
I was Jacob, coming last despite my bossy siblings
Who 7 million with me were only potential until my birth;
This perhaps, the Electra complexity eluding Freud
Matters not, mother knew
I never took orders very well
That is why on the Wanderer I was not in the hold
But many many died in the wretched womb of our beginning
When slaves grow green and slavers search for gold.
I came long after laughing 
And could not believe what birth certificates taught in writing
Did they not know the entire universe is one age
That God rested from all his work and his creation that he made from then
That time sequenced us like products on an assembly line
That all eggs existed simultaneously 
So that I age vicariously and erroneously
Mother said nothing to me
So I beg you, talk to your mother again.

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The Penny Jar

At almost every wedding you could count on my father telling the newly wed couple:

“You know, if you put a penny in a jar every time you make love during the first year of marriage and then removed a penny from the jar every time you make love thereafter …you will never empty the jar.”

One of my cousins didn’t quite understand the jest of the challenge and, for years, every time she saw my father she would say, “Uncle John, we’re still putting pennies in our jar.”

He tried to explain it to her a couple times before just giving up and responding, “That’s great, Becky.”

When my father passed away earlier this year, while helping my mother pack up some of his things from their room, I found an old glass jar with a few pennies in it under the night table on his side of the bed.

I chuckled, and, after showing it to his wife of fifty-nine years, my mother, I said, “Looks like you guys were just a few pennies short of emptying your jar.”

My mother shook her head and responded, “That old fool just kept putting his change in that jar and telling me; ‘We still got some work to do to empty this thing.’”

I dumped the few pennies into my hand and noticed two of them with wheat stems on the back, indicating they were old pennies.  I handed them to my mom and told her to look at the date on them.

1952 – the year they were married.

A tear came to her eyes again, as had happened often over the past few weeks, and she just said again, “That old fool.”

I dumped the pennies back into the jar and placed it over on her side of the bed.

We continued packing up his stuff in silence.

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The First Times With My Daughter

the first time the doctor said to me you're going to be a mom
the first time I felt my child stir in my womb
the first time I looked at her when they placed her on my stomach
the first time she smiled at me and I knew it was not gas
her first tooth, her first step
the first time she said "Mama"
her first sleep over and I called every hour to see if she wanted to come home
her first pajama party and she would not allow me in the room
her first crush, her first heartbreak and we talked about boys over ice cream
her first menstrual cycle and I gave her that talk about the birds and the bees
the time we went shopping for her first bra 
and she chose the one with the little pink bow on the front just like I did
her first car date and I had more information on that  boy than the FBI
her first prom and I took so many pictures 
that my husband snatched the camera out of my hands
the first night she was gone away to college and I cried and worried all night
until she called me in the morning and told me how great everything was 
the first time she told me she was seriously in love and asked for my sage advice
the first time I meet the young man, who I thought was taking away my baby
and found out he was perfect for her
the first time she told me she was getting married and she showed me the 
engagement ring and we both jumped up and down with glee
the first time I saw her in her wedding gown 
and I couldn't speak over the lump in my throat
the first time she told me she was pregnant 
and she was so scared and excited at the same time
the first time she placed my granddaughter in my arms
she looked at me, kissed my cheek and said "Mommy I love you
and I pray that I will be as great a mom to my child as you were to me"

the first time I realized that this vibrant, intelligent young woman 
is the essence of me, a legacy that will continue on in my grandchild
the first time I said, "Thank you God, we did good".

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The Night Was Young Part I

The Night Was Young... Part I In the City of Chicago in a bad part of the hood, a little boy about eight years old was growing up. He had a Mother and a Stepfather. The Stepfather didn't like him very much. Danny, was this little boy's name. His Stepfather was mean to him. his mother worked and didn't spend too much time with him. The Stepfather worked too , so he spend a lot of time alone. Soon he met two little boys at school and became good friends with them. These boys were my friend's sons. That's how I got to meet Danny. From then on - he would always go visit his new friends. There he would eat and a lot of times even spend the night. The boys would lend him some of their clothes to go to school. At his house, they knew where he was, so they didn't worry and just let him stay there. Danny was well liked by everyone. he had good manners. he would even visit my house with my friend and her kids. his Mother didn't worry and his Stepfather didn't care. he was well behaved. He would also spend sometime with his parents, but sometimes The Stepfather would throw him out, even in cold weather. At his friends home, he always had a place to stay. It was like that - that danny grew up. He became a very handsome young man. he would live with his Mother and Stepdad on and off. Then his two friends - Tony and Alex got married. Tony, that was closer to him - moved to Texas and Alex stood in Chicago. Tony had told him- as soon as I get settled I will send you some money and you can go to texas too. Danny said - that's good, but I just know that something bad is going to happen to me...
To be continued

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where are the things? he knew so young.
the taughts i gave and memories saved.
he always knew that i was strong. 
and was the one right on his side.
no time to stray ,no time for games.
his mind was changed , oh what a turn. 
he's totally gone his head is cracked.
why did he live me in the dark.
things he did i never knew. 
"so i taught".but one day to crack he flew.
i stood by him threw thick and thin. 
not knowing what he had within.
"a hit i need" his only phrase. 
almost to the top ! my mind he blew.
what do i do my seed is cracked.
where did they go the things i placed. 
the morals,the values, and all was said.
as time passed by , his life stood still.
all these years he has been cracked.

Bernadine Isaac 

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Face To Face

Joanna Davis

So many things to do today
My goodness I’ve no time to play
The washing, ironing, then the tea
tomorrow I’ll have more time for me!
Just let me get the shopping done,
can’t stop now…I’m on the run
So many things to hide behind
If there’s nothing to do~
Something I’ll find
I’ll dig myself in so deep
even my min’s no time to sleep
I can’t slow down or stop you see
or I might come face to face with me!

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My baby My angel

A beautiful soul inside and out, taken before your time. Never getting to see the life that was ment to be. You were apart of me, my own flesh and blood. There is no greater love than the love we shared. A bond between a mother and her child, an unbreakable bond till the end of time. I would do anything to protect you, from any and all harm, but you fate was sealed from the time you were conceived. My angel, my saving grace, the apple of my eye. I only had you for a short time but i loved you so muc, but now your gone. You will alway's have my heart till the end of time.

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The Look On My Child's Face

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

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'Bout Time

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

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

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

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

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

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

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New Beginning

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

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

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You know u got it hard
when ur a single bachelor heart broken with a bachelors
tell your mother in the eye you're considering moving faster, selling weed and coke its a disaster.
This happens in Astoria as the 7 rides by, true story , emotions real, **** the other mans lies.

Its not that i cant make it , just hate to have to prove it.
I got swag for days
mofo dnt make me come to the edge blast it and walk a way like its a peaceful movement 
U dnt know me, neither does my  mirror or the illuminati file
Have no time for puppy love i kick these biches out the bed faster than gile.
babygirl im not a player i just tell you what sounds best its the way i deal with life  
sometimes i pray by being depressed, 

no captain save a hoe thats just a crazy dedication you boys are devadasi lovers thats just the iceburg devastation 
So much pain in the world and  we need more liberals in Liberia Sometimes hurt people hurt people so we left to Monroe and taught  what we learned from those people 

This isnt the west point im talking bout the real west point the slum of the world where we get no worse and have no point , to live or to die just to live die when a grown man cries.
we come to  a point where its not biggie or 2 pac but we take a big look to the pot where aids getting busy , drinking blood from the body , same as the first , death is a lie,believe it or not. Aids is out to attack every women needs a man, every hand is on the shoulder, Mothers did loving, whats the point liberians, she never had money so she started sucking dick, a pretty young women is another mans slave, mother did loving now the pharaoh got aids on her face

In syria shits about to get serious, shutout to the fsa where *****doesn't go our way so farmers and colleges students pick up aks to let metal spray from a triger to a hand made bomb made out of pieces from the ash tray. embreasing death happy as can be, the fastest and shortest drug int the world is dying for your family. Hustling hard to breath at a time where interest has replaced everything including humanity, **** the richs robots have replaced leaders and thats paratly for me to blame cuz i havent prayed properly. He looks at where his interest are and works there. But his heart is dead consciousness is finished 


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This comes with occupational hazard, gotta live it to feel it. This is one confrontational bastard. Tell a lie! my parents were married, much love to the one that carried me. I look at her admirably, works so hard and it doesn't have to be this way. There's so much more i have to say, but before all that i have to pray, for you me and everybody else. A victim of selfish love can anybody help me? 
I gotta help myself, time I got me healthy, since I'm all readied, wealthy. I'm not talking bout rich! I'm talkin bout self. Knowledge is priceless been walking round with stealth. Only have myself to blame for not being heard. 
Time I opened up my mouth and gave the word and I ain't talking about the bird, I'm talking realisation of what's occurd. So many time i've been deferred. Just didn't wanna hear it, my vision was blurred. Now I know I'm more right than wrong, still not perfect but moving on with my life after trying with spite to end it all in the heat of the night. No longer afraid of my shepards delight, ready to face the world and put up a fight.

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The Christmas Gift

Christmas time is here again. 
And the snow falls to the ground. 
It hasn't been that long ago. 
Since last years came around. 
The seasons sneak up on us in no time at all. 
As the New Years swiftly go by
The gift that you gave me each Christmas eve. 
Was a wonderful, sweet peace of mind. 
You never took the Christ out of Christmas. 
His birth was the focus so clear. 
No you never took the Christ out of Christmas. 
You taught me to hold him so near. 
I know in my life full of struggle and strife. 
Where to turn even though you're not here. 

There were those that were touched by your giving 
Your compassion reached far and wide 
The hungry, the helpless and those with no home 
You feared not the dark of the night 

Of all the gifts I’ve gotten from Christmas’s of old 
Shinny toys beneath an evergreen tree 
The gift you shared that stays ever close to my heart 
Is the lesson of Christ’s love for me 

So thanks for the memories Mama 
My childhood was filled with much joy 
I know you’re with God in the heavenly home 
And I love you, your sweet baby boy 


David Pennington

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A Mothers Anger

“One more word, just one more word!’’ before I start to break, I feel the anger rising up, I tremble and I shake. I try to think it’s not their fault, their only little kids, But it isn’t enough to stop the anger breaking through the lid. I leap to them with vacant eyes screaming “that is it!” Grabbing at their little arms while I curse hiss and spit. Dragging them to their bedrooms, throwing them to the floor, Storming out to get away, slamming at the door. Next I’m in my bedroom, my head held in my hands, Trying hard to calm myself while I figure out a plan. “Help me someone, help me please,” I mumble quietly, “I just can’t take this anymore,” I pray to god, I plea. 10 minutes pass, the storm has gone, I’ve realised how I’ve been, The calm makes me aware of this and guilt has now set in. I slowly make my way into the quietness of their rooms, Their little red faces wet with tears from their mother’s angry fume. “I’m sorry darling for hurting you, I just got really mad,  I never meant to make you cry, or meant to make you sad”. I hug them tight and tell them that I love them very much, Hoping that their still comforted by their mothers touch. “I need you to be helpful, I need you to be good”,         “Ok” they say in solemn tone, with hope they understood. Wiping away remaining tears of the sadness that had been, Hiding every single trace of the anger that they’d seen. Now once again all is well, this feels a happy home, Motherhood is oh so sweet when the angers overblown. It’s all so unpredictable, when push comes to shove, One day it fits so perfectly, the next it’s hard to love. The trials and tribulations of motherhood, I’ve had, Some days it comes so easily, some days it seems so bad. I used to think I’m teaching them the ways and how to be, But as time passes quickly by I cannot help but see, That their the ones teaching me, in many ways then one, They’ve taught me of a selfless love that comes from being a mum, Self control is what I lack, they’ve taught me how to see, If I don’t control my anger, my anger controls me. So next time that you feel you just can’t take it anymore, Don’t grab their little arms and shut them out behind a door, But realise there’s a lesson that their teaching you right there, And hold them close gratefully, with tender loving care.

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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

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She Said

She Said
By Spidey Williams

She gave me a kiss followed by a long hug
With the words “Never will I betray your love”
I’m here with you to the very end 
As your grandmother and mother’s best-friend
I know you are scared to trust 
But I understand you’re not much different then us
The longer we live the more we learn
The more we embrace love the more we get burned
The more we refrain from love the more we cry
The more we ignore love the more we lie
Life is what we make it I was always taught
So what life have we made for each other and how much did it cost
Were we over charged or did we fail to bargain for what we bought
Did we buy at first glance?
Or knowingly did we take that chance 
Thinking we could sell it back at a higher price
Not realizing few people would actually want our life
Yet we live life like there’s no tomorrow
Then justify all of our sorrows
Then we act surprise when tomorrow comes and goes
When seasons changes and we finally reap what we have sewed
Realizing today is the aftermath of yesterday and tomorrow is the direct result of 
Yet when do we now have time to pray 
Or should I say 
When will we take time to say okay?
I am only me
But I can be more than me
If only I accept the now for now and worry later later
Than maybe life wouldn’t seem that bad now later

I went to interrupt her and to voice my concerns
When she placed one finger on my mouth then
She said,
You said the longer we live the more we learn
The more you refrain from loving the more pain burns
The more we embrace love the more we cry
The more we ignore love the more we lie
Life is what it appears to be
Even in the time of misery 
Life isn’t really mystery 
It is a puzzle with all the necessary pieces of life
You have everything you need you just have to fit them right
  She said!

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Forever Young, or Evan The Sage

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Blinded By Darkness

I was blinded by darkness
Not knowing where I planted each footfall
I had a body I had a heart
I had a mind and most of all a soul
I thought I was alive with happiness and joy
Alive with peace in my soul
But I was wrong dead wrong
I was all but dead to the world
It was Death that captured and trapped me
In a grave not letting go of me
In the end not knowing it was little ol’ me
Trying to breathe trying to fight my way out
Thinking I was almost there to the top but not even moving
I thought I was justified by my negativity and actions
Not knowing it was trapping me further down
Displaying the ignorance of my ways without caring for the ones I loved
The pain of it that was caused went noticed 
Everyone telling me but not realizing it until now
Letting the deceit and evil willingly roll off my tongue
Thinking I was always right on everything
Thinking that all I need was the trust of man
No matter how long I sat by the fire I was cold
Even when the sunlight was resting upon my skin
I was still ice cold as Death’s very own 
I did not think that life would be this dead within
The darkness of the ice cold abyss of the grave yard
Picking and choosing what to do seems right but it wasn’t
Trying again and again until finally picking up the one thing 
That I thought would not help me in the long run
Thinking that I had all the love in the world 
Knowing that nothing can bring me down was one
Of the biggest lies I made myself believe for so long
Thinking I had fait and love in my life but I was wrong
And in the end all there  is was nothing but darkness 
Deceit and evil rolling off the tongues of you so called 
People walking blindly through the shadows
Of the ever present grasp of Deaths darkest abyss
Of all the wickedness that has been committed in my life 
Why now has the Mighty Father and Mother given me a second chance 
Why have they forgiven me of my sins without a second thought
Have I really forgiven myself so the Father the Mother and the Divine
To enter my body my mind my heart and my soul
Has the Lord and the Lady really seen that I have been trying to 
Change and to become an adult woman mentally so my 
Husband can rely on me in the time of need like now
I thought I was ready to begin a life with kids 
Until I realized that I am still one myself
How will the Lord and Lady tell me when I am ready to have
The family I want with my husband who is my soulmate 
All I can do is wait ever so patiently for the moment
The Lord and Lady will tell me when I am ready 
Inside that dark grave a white light came to me
With a hand to pull me out of my hole I dug and saved me
From my own condemned version of hell after praying 
They deliver me from my sins and the trespasses I’ve done
What are people going to do when they see me 
Completely changed after the long visit to LCJ
God and Goddess thank you for saving my when I thought 
There was no way for me to be saved and unworthy of it
Again thank you for everything I currently have
In my life my wonderful loving husband that only
Sees the potential in me all the time and the love he 
Gives so unconditionally to me even when I 
Do wrong in his eyes or the law’s eyes please 
Show him the same lovingkindness and forgiveness you 
Have so heavily laid on me to realize and forgive 
Myself and those around me like I should
Have so long ago when you tried to show me the light
I have forgiven myself of the anger and hate I had
For my adopted family and now it is in the past I cannot 
Change that but however I can change how the future 
Goes by what I say and plan to do now today
I can look back not so long ago the darkness that 
Covered my eyes then and hope the light keeps the veil away
I can see all the negative emotions that were running 
And controlling me I had no idea what to do 
Now I am grateful for the things I have for 
The things I have come to realize on top of everything
I am the most thankful to you in my life 
When I thought I did not deserve the love 
And the care you have shown me 
Love is for an eternity, not just a second, minute, hour or even a day. 

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maybe now you'll notice me

how is it you  didn't you hear her scream
she cried it all in a song for you

how is it you didn't  taste her tears
she served them to you in your precious china

how is it you didn't see her hurt
she painted it all 
in a mural for you
on the walls of your own home
in your bedroom

how is it you didn't you feel her pain
she knitted it all 
in a blanket for you 
 wrapped you in it
how is it you didn't smell her fear
she made you a bottle of perfume 
the smell 
overtaking it 

how is it you didn't read it
she wrote it 
all on your my space
maybe because you were blinded
but the again 
i wrote it in braille for you
i danced it for you
you never loved me
i wasn't really yours to love
i was just rose bud 
you tended to time to time in your garden 
of beautifully bloomed long stemmed  roses
nothing special to you
i hope you regret it when i bloom
oh wait
and you do regret it
you even wrote it in a song told them to play it on a radio only
i didn't hear it
i turned the radio off
and pick up a book
i like reading better anyway

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The tide is coming.

Rheumy eyes lost on the horizon. Misting, over half memories.

Vera Lynn keeping us firmly in the past. Time in the present ever shorter.

Flask piping hot, burnt lips. Lunch heartily eaten.

Talk of family long-gone and family non-existent. Half finished sentences.

Singing until hoarse, oblivious of time and place.

Home before dusk or enter a world of anxiety and confusion.

The tide is gone.

I shall miss Sundays.

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All Because of You

No matter how far I roam
I'll always have a place to call home
Somewhere to go when life gets rough
A foundation to stand on when things get tough

Because of you I am who I am today
All of my life you have shown me the way
And now its time that I put to use
All of the things you taught me how to do
And I am here today
And its all because of you

You stood behind me when I was right
You protected me with all of you might
You corrected me when I was wrong
And because of you I can be strong

Because of you I am who I am today
All of my life you have shown me the way
And now its time that I put to use
All of the things you taught me how to do
And I am here today
And its all because of you

No matter where I go
This I want you to know
That if it weren't for you
I wouldn't know what to do

Because of you I am who I am today
All of my life you have shown me the way
And now its time that I put to use
All of the things you taught me how to do
And I am here today
And its all because of you

All because of you
All because of you

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The Old House and the New Home

The Old House and the New Home
©2011 C. Brent Cloyd

I’ve lived in houses in the country side
There with my family I did abide
By the dust and gravel of a country road
Much pride was taken in our humble abode

I’ve lived in houses perched on a hill
Many of which are not standing still
They provided shelter in their time
Provoked memories that make life rhyme 

I’ve lived in a house on a city street
Where the neighbors came out at night to meet
I’ve lived in houses made of wood and stone
On avenues where children could safely roam

I’ve lived in houses of mortar and brick
Where driveways were paved and the grass was thick
I’ve enjoyed houses far better than most
Where friends would come and I could serve as host

But my current house seems like a foreign land
Where everyone wants to lend me a hand
Living in this place is not my desire
Of this arrangement I easily tire

The time has come for me to leave
To this old house I will not cleave
I no longer want a cottage here below
To a fine home in heaven soon I will go.

I long not for a mansion or streets of gold
But just a place where I will never grow old
A place where pain and sadness are never more
Where happiness is found on every shore

I am eager, yes ready, to move out
To possess my new home with a shout!
The promised home Jesus went to prepare
Death please come quickly, I want to be there.

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Path Warn Down

The shore is what I have seen since I was little
     when I grew up it was so far in the distance to see.
Walking the distance when I was a child I was so brittle
     to notice the path was so warn out to me.

The little strides I took was not so bad
     it was just how it ended up when my mother had my hand.
She pointed out to the horizon to make me glad
     that I could look out and see the sand.

The look in her eyes was so beautiful 
     it was one of those moments that can be captured.
My mother showed me the path and told me to be careful
     to not worry about the pain she pictured.

The final walk up to get home was a bummer
     because it was the sign that ended my time their.
My time at the beach and the sea was the end of summer
     that is when I said, I will be back I swear.

The path might be warn more and more out
     even when time passes and when I get older.
My memories of my mother and I will last with out a doubt
     with time I get smarter and much bolder.

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True loss

I feel as time is slipping away. I lost my father a couple weeks ago. I lost my mother 9 
years ago. I have obviously experienced loss in my life but when my father passed i felt as if 
everything was slowly slipping away. I loved him. I admired him. I saw how strong his 
commitment to his family was to his children to his wife. He was a father to many. I 
breakdown every time his name is brought up. I can't seem to move. I know he is gone but i 
can't find reason within to accept it. I remember when my mother died it was a Sunday it 
was fathers day. I felt nothing so she was gone life goes on right. So i didn't cry. I didn't 
mourn her death. I didn't care for her I always saw her as a selfish woman. She sacrificed 
me for her own sanity. I hated her for everything she did and everything she said. The way 
she would look at me as if sickened by my sight. My cries meant nothing to her. My screams 
filled with fear and agony meant nothing to her. She was cold. My father was warm. He 
comforted me. He didn't push me away. He didn't ignore me. He listened. He didn't hate me. 
He was a wonderful and not a day goes by that i don't think of him. I miss him and i don't 
know how to say goodbye. I don't know what to do anymore. I always knew life wasn't that 
fairytale everyone tries to paint for you as a child. I just never lost anyone close to me. I 
have felt pain since i could remember. I learned to cry before i learned to smile. losing him 
has made me realize true pain, true grief, and true loss.

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A long time ago, in the dark lands of the gentile pagans
The people where like giants and our twelve spies; ants!
The spies’ mission went sour and they were almost captured.
Ten managed to escape to our lovely desert camps; enraptured!
The other two made themselves scarce, to the inconvenience of a woman
 Who hid them in the roof of her house and lied to save their hides.   
By and by, our brave woman married one spy and another gentile woman
Married the other spy…oh the dreadful tides!!!
It so happened that our promiscuous spies both died, and at the same time too.
Their distraught mother (for they were brethren) decided to return home.
But the woman who had first hid them made bid to return with her
But Old Childless Mother said “turn away my daughters for thou hast seen I have 
No sons and am too old and ugly to attract a man, for surely any man attracted to
Me in this state must darn well be impotent or desperate!”
The second saw reason and turned back home to her shows for her name was Orpah Winfey.
The one who had first hid the spies refused and said (with courageous theme playing in 
The background) “intreat me not to turn aside, for wither thou goest, I will go and wither 
Thou lodgest I shall be thine squatter and where thou diest I shall be present for the wake keep!”
When she saw that her determination was deeply ruthed, Old Childless Widow sayest unto her;
“Damn, why the hell not!”
So it came to pass that Ruth came to dwell with us, the chosen people.
But she was an outright lazy pile of bones, what with all the sitting all day under palm trees
And gisting and gossiping with passersby.  Well some folk thought she was a prophet
His name was Barak Oboma, he was dark and handsome and he was our leader.
She made him start a war with the people in the East whose military was whispered 
In dark places to be to be “The Talibansers” but that is a tale for another day.
Here ends the unnecessarily protracted and adjusted story of Root: the harlot turn
 Wife turn widow turn immigrant turned prophet.

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Mother Star

I am aimed and directed for a shooting star.
In the midst of a collision I am traveling far.
Nothing can stop me for I am on a lifelong mission.
I’m timing the clocks and gaining some recognition.
I am in and out of reality stumbling onto a delusion.
Sometimes I want to run free and go into seclusion.
The wind tries to hinder me so I shew it to go away.
I stand on the Moon and make the Sun arise a new day.
I am looking down at a world that is misunderstood.
If I could have I would have and then again I should.
But that is neither here nor there so I will fair.
I have accumulated a bit and have much to share.
However, there is a cornerstone one can get stuck.
One must find the mother Star and hope for lady luck.
Once you find it you will be well on your way,
You’ll rise with the Sun and be brighter each day.
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006

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An Innocent Child

A young homeless child
Looking for a home but finds none.
On my first day at school the mother's not around
To comfort me when I'm down-right scared
An innocent child of seventeen
I find myself locked up in a placement
An innocent child now afraid of time
Will I forget my goals and dreams?
I go to Maryhurst
And meet people who care
I learn about peer pressure and much more
Now comes the time
To break through.....
The Fear

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

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The Road To Peace- part two

When I preyed to you to save me, you laughed
When I prayed to god, I was ignored as well.
So I learned that I would always be alone in this world.
Every day filled with secrets I could never tell.

At ten I could drink your friends under the table.
I was barely afraid of what would happen in the dark.
I knew you were too drunk to hear me scream
And afterwards you refused to acknowledge my marks.

So I stopped trying to fight, I didn’t make a noise.
Because they would hit me less if I was quiet.
Soon I was filled with your same need to escape.
Every day I was on a search to find it.

If it promised oblivion, that was all I asked.
I immediately consumed it and waited for release.
But every time it wore off, I’d find myself there again
Always exhausted by my daily search for peace.

At first I misconstrued it for trying to get away from myself
Until one day I realized I was really running from you.
The spread of your fourth stage cancer of hatred and malice
And your unrelenting cycle of cruelty and abuse.

Your perpetual blame laid on me for your own mistakes
Finally had succeeded in taking its toll.
Years of fending for myself, succumbing to weakness
Had blackened my once pure soul.

For you I could harbor nothing but contempt, disgust.
The same lack of empathy you showed your own child.
I saw that you were at fault for my years of torment.
I made your rage, hatred, disregard appear mild.

I could never give you a strong enough taste.
All I wanted was for you to feel my Rapture.
You tried to silence me once again, tried to lock me up
But I wasn’t weak anymore and I refused to be captured.

I left you to your misery, I relished the fact
That leaving you with no one to catch you next time you fell
Was the most pain I could ever wish to conflict you with
Because then you would finally have to face your self.

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Mother's Day

Mother's Day has been a traditional holiday for years to come. This holiday is celebrated in every May. It's the time of the year
for when he and/or she can take his/her mother out for brunch, giving her Mother's Day
presents, and stuff. Mother's Day is the meaning to spend some quality time with their
mothers, who've given their offspring plenty of life. everybody knows that Mother's Day is
important to all of the mothers in the United States of America and all of Canada. What's
so great about Mother's Day is when their children and grand children are sending them
Mother's Day cards, make them by heart, buy them jewelry or whatever. Either way, Mother's
Day is just Mother's Day and everybody knows that. I also that Mother's Day is very
important to all of the mothers of America, including mine. Mother's Day isn't about
giving them expensive gifts or taking them out to eat at fancy restaurants or eating
brunch at country clubs; Mother's Day is about caring for the ones who've given birth to
their children and we know that we wouldn't take anything our mothers have done for us for
granted. And without Mother's Day, how are we going to show a lot of appreciation for our

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Death over Love

Drip , Drop , Sniffle
Shes all alone crying in the dark
Yesterday he had broken her heart
He said they had drifted apart
Its time to go their seperate ways
She told him good~bye
Even though she wanted him to stay
Today she cut herself once
Saying she forgives
She in the tub now wishing she was his
As time goes by shes slowly going under
Saying her good~byes to her
father , brother , and mother
Later that night her family comes home
Walking up the stairs
Theres a site to behold
Water all around not betraying a single sound
Opening up the door you hear a scream
Coming from her mother as
 her brother falls to his knees
Her father running to her to 
check to see if she had a pulse
Thats when her mother noticed the words on the wall
Saying..."It wasnt meant to be after all"

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Bear with me

You I’m still searching for a life
I don’t have the answers to your questions
But sometimes I just want you to believe in me
Someday I will find my own way

I don’t know what I should do
But stay for me and tell me to hold on
It’s a heart breaking seeing the unhappy
What more can I do, All I can is to hope

If I don’t talk too much
Doesn’t mean that I don’t care
If I don’t do things enough
Doesn’t mean I don’t do anything

If I could turn back the time
And knowing the future would be such a dull
Maybe I can make up for all my mistakes
And be the girl you wanted me to be

Tell you something…
My heart hurts
It hurts deeply through my brain

Nothing else I could do…
My tears fall as I bend down on my knees
Wishing everything turns beautifully
And no more worries in our life

Just let me keep my dream alive
Let me die trying or nothing at all
Let me believe on its possibility
Believed in me and always you’ll be

I have sacrifice the time
For searching and hoping
Though it’s such a waste of time
I know everything will turns beautifully

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I'm trying to be patient.
It's taken many years.
I've gotten through the toughest part.
I'm all cried out of tears.

I'm waiting for the mother
that is coming back for me.
I'm sure she will come back real soon...
She'll be will see.

I've told her how I need her.
She knows how long it's been.
She walked away 24 years ago
when I was only ten.

Some say 'Give up, it's over! '
That just could never be.
I will wait for her return
as long as there's breath in me.

I've talked to her, she knows me
She'll be back and then we'll sing
Till then I'll just be patient
I'm here..........Still Waiting. 

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To Be a Child Again by Kenny Davis

To Be a Child Again by Kenny Davis

I see the children of today
Their smiles take me away
To my times as a child
And the games that I would play

To be a child again
Means to be taken to an imaginary place
Where a box could be a house or race car
Or a ship in outer space

To be a child again
Means Mother is God in my eyes
My father is like my hero
Like Superman in the skies

To be a child again
There are many times, I would smile from ear to ear
I would jump into my parent’s loving arms
With nothing left to fear

To be a child again
Full of bedtime stories and fairy tales
Whether it was Jack and the Beanstalk
Or Jack and Jill with their water pails

To be a child again
My life filled with Mother Goose
The tails of Humpty Dumpty
And Green Eggs and Ham from Dr. Seuss

Now that I have grown
I recall my times as a child
So young, so innocent
So reckless and wild

To be a child again
My parents would wipe away every tear
It is all of those tender moments as a child
That I will always hold dear

© June 2009 k.davis

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Caesura Aquatica

Voyagers, convene thyselves to return, among us...
Caesura, crown nigh clod, a sylph unwept,
elision thy silhouette, meno thy minuet...
Thine late occurence on thee, wake of cerise sand

Thou belief, like a billow, upon your whitish cheek,
'Twas marina bay, her twaddle a garb of mer,
A henchman docks, thy quay, girdles stymie ebbs,
but he cannot dream aloft a dream she confers...

O'er to woo hand in hand, thou overture unto Sirocco,
Plagues thy pirate ships, quakes men with mar,
His and his only demand, an aegis for lagoons amidst...
Once deluged, sun askew above, one abyss of bagatelles

Deters a tocsin, feign mooting mammals, thy kin a boon,
Aquatica, thee damsel for diminuendos, spurns thy sire,
Her gentle mettle, calls thee, His fervor season calentures...
Aloof thy celestial kisser, nay thy nine, vim domiciles solitary

Doomed skulls ravish, an age id by ice, culls thee, for chastity,
Some may not know, we died to have our love live, over and again,
Amity vows posy littoral seaflowers, buoys colonnades of adventure...
thence, cradles await upon matins, sail thy Oceanus genesis, amen.

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True Values

I’ve lived a full three score and ten and seen a thing or two,
of life and death and love and hurt and pleasure.
Is it just age or memory that now distorts my view
of things that I believe mankind should treasure?

I have seen technology transform the world I’ve known,
with mobile phone and aeroplane and car
People are now valued by the property they own,
and not by what their like, or who they are.

Our shops are now Cathedrals for materialistic greed,
as we strive to own the very latest trash.
We seem to be confusing what we want with what we need,
till even time itself converts to cash.

So what is this Utopia were trying to achieve,
why do we grasp at everything man made?
I feel mans not as clever as some of us believe,
for nature really leaves us in the shade

Who can build a butterfly, a flower or a bee
a sunset or the lightning from above?
Who can match the vastness of the lonely open sea
or the all consuming passion we call love?

We can organise a cricket match or grow a bumper crop,
these small tasks are well within our power,
Yet the second may be ruined and the first be made to stop,
when Mother Nature treats us to a shower.

I have walked the earth’s great continents, and sailed the mighty sea.
Seen the Pole Star and the wondrous Southern Cross.
Throughout these great adventures it was obvious to me,
that Mother Nature always was the boss.

I have no time for Religion and I don’t believe in God.
I'm for Darwin's "Origin of Species".
Nature struggles for survival in ways we think are odd.
Whilst we build bombs to blow mankind to pieces.

I believe our treasures are the people that we love,
and to natures diverse beauty we should bow.
For if I’m wrong and there is an Almighty up above,
I wonder what he thinks of us right now.

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The Cast

Little children slip and get hurt sometimes, in their daily play.
Mine was worse than others… he’s All Boy they would always say.
Not a comforting thought… when my little love, would do it all again.
Frustrations and worries would mount, as to my own son, harm would come.
So I eventually became more than prepared for everything that came along.
He was more than daring, as he spread his wings, his will so strong.

At each event I’d remind him that safety, was the key word to know.
But I’d always find out later that he didn’t remember, what I’d bestowed.
So after that, every single time I’d always remind him of his very first cast. 
The first was at 3 and ½ as he was running and playing, on the tumbling mats. 
When of course he stumbled, 2 toes going north and 3 toes going south.
A cast was in order that lasted one whole week, before practically cracking in half.
The next was reinforced doubly to withstand a whole lot more, after that.
Next week brought another visit to fix a crumbling cast, once more.
It probably had nothing to do… with him hanging upside down on the jungle gym.
This time it was double, doubly reinforced and worked until everyone began to swim.
Even with three counselors watching, he found enough moisture to tear it apart 
Finally at the end of 6 more weeks it was time for the crazy thing to come off.
The next day, you guessed, he tripped and for 3 more weeks they put the cast back 
Now don’t you worry, it eventually, finally, truly did come off…
But next time, it was somewhere else… they soon had to put a new cast on.
The counselors were good and so very kind, and no one else got hurt, except mine.
Every one apologized, as he got hurt, but no one could ever stop him in time.
He was a crafty wild man great at evading, when his mind found the next target, to 
And Fear wasn’t in his vocabulary, as he quickly and energetically, sallied forth.
I couldn’t blame anyone; of course, life for him was simply fuller, than for most.
We all simply gathered around to sign the new cast, each time his life went askew.
There was really very little else that we could do.

The moral to this story as I have often told...
Is to always be prepared for what life and little boys can bestow.

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A Parent

Convoluted; buoyant, defiant contention, sleeps in the corridors of mind. Dreaming of release from constricted womb, in portraits of terror, undeserving. Memories of ancient; promised ascension, returning, discerning, by design. Opens vacant eye wish; to murky clouds of doom, suffocation; signaling, unnerving. Father Time is tiring; musing on his throne, queen is overdue, for a son. Females halt the flow; murderous reprieve, questions for the kingdom, yet unsolved. Advisers inquiring; gathering of stone, debating precious things with loaded gun. Reputation swallows; reasons to conceive, if harvest isn't held by hands of God. I will not condone; the emperor sans his clothes; jesters are not captured in these frames. So the uprising; stirs a rhapsody, genius can quell dark regression. Tampered comfort zones; threaten to expose, witch trials complete with charred remains. In the downsizing of my voracity, the fated have no time for confession. Through much dissension; and chartered celebration, clutching spirits huddle in the night. Harem is debating; adorned with feathered fears, eager whisperings exiting to pray. Spiraled inquisition; guiding my elation, to thwart the scheme of hallowed parasite. The lady in waiting; not controlled by tears, no dirges for dead offspring hold sway. And so I writhe; thighs chained fast, by bonds of here; now, and then. Conceptual delight; yesterday seduced, hearing the midwife's joyous scream. Empty arms beckon; to be filled at last, I drink this beauty down like sin. Swaddled in velvet; guarded by truth, caressed by a mother's sacred dream. Lost in sweet illusion of tiny sapphire eyes, measuring the wonder that I see. So in conclusion; genderless surprise, this child of newborn word resembles me.

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Mother's Design

Sadness, loneliness, internal hopelessness,
why did she stop listening and caring what was happening in me. 
The other kids, stresses with Dad, betrayal,
or just no time any more. 
When did I lose whatever strength that I had. 
When did I start needing the pain to be salved. 
Certainly by second grade,
by the time of the day dreaming,
staring out of the windows. 
Why has it crippled me so,
continued to starve my heart of its strength and endurance. 
Continued to drain from me creativity and joy. 
So that all I remember is the pain and struggle. 
So that I cry. 
So that my heart hurts. 

This crying is wrong,
this hurting is wrong,
this needing is wrong,
this me is wrong. 

My mother too vivid. 
My pain too awful. 
What was my mother to do? 

Could she have said:
"You're a boy, express yourself, show yourself. 
Be a man. Uncover your nature. 
Show yourself, 
You will need to be virile, whole, engaged, reveling in sensuality to be a man. 
You will need to be smart, in touch, enjoying the game. 
Talk about it.,
Say what you need.  
Ask what you want. 
Go on from there. 
Be, be you."

Tis too late now for that. 
My world is spun. 
It doesn't encourage discovery.
It needs order. 
It needs peacefulness.
It needs relief.


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What about me?

I’m so very sick of this
I no longer have his touch
I no longer have his kiss
With each passing second
He is the one I will forever miss
And yet love is supposed to be
Happily ever after and filled with endless bliss
I’m telling you though
I’m so very sick of this

I’m completely worn of it
She breaks me down 
Everyday bit by bit
Do this, do that
When these are her things and she’s perfectly fit
To carry the tasks out for herself
Being here is taking its toll and handing me hard hits
Yet I have no where to go
So here is where I sit
Day after day, night after night
But with every breath I take
I’m completely worn of it

For so long I’ve cared for everyone else’s feelings
But now it’s time I take back control
All of this has left my heart, soul, and mind reeling
And on the sleeve of my shirt you will find
Every essence of me bleeding
My mind constantly wonders, thinking of those memories
As slowly but surly my precious time now is what they are stealing
Put it all back where it should be and move on
It’s been too long with me caring for everyone else’s feelings

At the end of the day I’m left here saying what about me?
Never any answer do I have
Just the asking and the questioning
Am I not good enough for you
Am I not good enough to be me
Seems as though you’re ashamed
That is until it’s me with whom you need to be
Perhaps you should both open you’re eyes
But I still doubt at this moment you will ever truly see
Just how special I am
Just how lucky you are to have had me
I’m now trying on my own
To get the hell up off my knees
Where are either one of you?
Hum….you’re over there doing as you please
From all what I am, and from these feeling I will always have
I long something awful to be free
Because as of yet
Neither one of you has come to see
That at the end of each and every single day
I’m the one left here asking what about me?

…….one day in the near future or distant time
You just may open you’re eyes and search
Wondering why it’s me that either of you just can’t any longer find….

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Redemption of a Child

It has been years of terror, pain, nightmarish hell!
Little girl in faded cast offs, shuffled from back room to main office.
Disembodied voices, cubicles, paperwork, a drab cell.
Letterhead, Department Of Children Services, an address and phone number.
Eyes suspicious, blond hair ragged. Nevada  midsummer.
Woman, excruciatingly thin, pale, tired and sunken.
Child, fearful, nervous, confused emotions drunken.
Summer, its mama, please remember me.
Child, through fog of lies and time. A lonely little flicker, remembrance possibly?
Four years gone, milk carton child, young innocence stolen.
Home lost no more, hell traded for future gossamer dreams, golden.

                                                                                                      Summer Gratias

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

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

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

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

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I slam the car door behind me in a flick of a dime
I rapidly speed walk as if I'm making an effort to arrive on time
I hug and peck her cheek before I take off "ta-ta!"
XOXO till you pick me up from school, precious momma!

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Sunrise across the river, laughter going through my head, 
I don't know what become of you, just a laugh away from, 
Some of the things you said. I can hear the river roar. 
Rocky mountain river, saw through a vocal score. 
Late mournings hours with only the days heat to gain, 
Watching, listening to Mother Earth play her games. 
Seeing the day before me, remembering you this way, 
Calms my upset unsettled thoughts that started my day.

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An Innocent Child

A young homeless child
Looking for a home but finds none.
On my first day at school the mother's not around
To comfort me when I'm down-right scared
An innocent child of seventeen
I find myself locked up in a placement
An innocent child now afraid of time
Will I forget my goals and dreams?
I go to Maryhurst
And meet people who care
I learn about peer pressure and much more
Now comes the time
To break through.....
The Fear

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There’s something about forty
I now see my mom and dad
As I peer into the mirror
When I’m happy or I’m sad

I see their joyful smiles
Often when I am glad
I see their frowning faces
Occasionally when I get mad

Reflections of them now
Forever on and on
They live inside somehow
For we share a common bond

I have my father’s eyes
I’ve got my mothers smile
It’s funny to see them every day
As I haven’t seen them in a while

So now, take at look at you
You’ll be amazed at what you’ll find
If you can’t see it yet, it’s true
Just give it some more time

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My life and my Mom

God gave me life and mom made my life
From the time I was made, to the time I came to life
From the long nine months, to the time I made it to life
From the time of birth, to the time I had life
From the time of breast feed, to the time I began life
From the time I could crawl, to the time I walked to life 

From the time I was sick, to the time my health was hectic
From the time of medication, when I could only use chronic
From the time I was asthmatic, to the time I looked pathetic
From the time I had eczema, to the time it was very septic

From the time I was dirty, to the time she made me clean
From the time I was sweet, to the time I became mean
From the time I was weak, she was there for me to lean
From the time I was a little man, to time I was a grown man

I’m proud of my mom even though I lost my father
She made me a man & she did the same for my brother
I owe my life to God & I give my gratitude to my mother
She made me a son, a brother and one day I’ll be a father

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My random mind

Where am i goin in time?
I really dont know.
I sit spurts these rymes.
My lips moving to fast for my fingers to keep up.
This poem is only gonna ryme here and their.
I cant make them ryme all the time and everywehere.
How bout some free verse?
I was walking down the street.
Clouds passing by.
The rain and blue goin gray.
Sidewalk cracked and opening up.
As if to swollow me whole.
Into the darkness of my mind i sink.
Unable to see anything but the small light of my being.
Whered the time go.
Oh i dont know.
Gonna lay down some rymes now though.
Yeah these rymes dont take time they just snap.
Sometimes they just pop and take me aback.
I dont know where there gonna go next time.
I just know they're here in this ryme.
I dont know where im going to be when it ends.
I dont even know where to begin.
But i know ill be here when it starts again.
Maybe i wont, maybe i will.
But mommas snorting another pill.
Mom will you just stop.
No boy be quite or ill give you another good pop.
But anyways.
Thats just how it is these days.
Pop another beat and im done here.
Hope you all feel me and know what i say is real.
But if you dont its fine i understand.
You can hate what im saying but ill take it like a man.
I dont know what you think and i dont care.
I just know this is now and im there.
I know the write above doesnt alway ryme.
But thats how things are in my random mind.

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The Voice of a Broken Child

Screams fill my ears 
as I watch my father, 
my dad, 
turn into a monster 

Rage fills his eyes 
as he raises his hands
and with force, 
brings them down. 

Too long have my mother tolerated this, 
too long have I witnessed this, 
now was the time for action... 
now was the time too fight. 

My mother stands with boldness, 
unafraid of the pain that she know's awaits, 
and she doesn't notice me 
as I stand at the door.... watching. 

Without notice or force 
tears stream down my face 
but I do not make a sound 
for I knew enough was enough. 

All I could do was watch... in horror 
I trembled with fear 
I couldn't see who was in the lead; 
the fight had moved to the bathroom. 

Then, it was over. 
My father stormed out of the house. 
And it would be the last time I saw him... 
until 3 years passed.

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I close the door

I closed the door

So small so young when it all began
A child so sad with her mother gone
So I closed the door

 Through school children and teachers could be so cruel.
Constantly made to look and feel like a fool
Bullied with words, left out of the team
Made to feel different that’s how it seemed
So I closed the door

Early teens were but a changing time
Not really a child or adult in mind
Somewhere between I found myself thinking
Somewhere between I thought I was sinking
So I closed the door

Young woman, great job, good friend’s great man by my side
Who could want more for the first time in my life I felt so alive
Great partys,great home,great money what more  could I wish for
If only I knew what was around the corner what was in store
So I closed the door

A wife a mother a future ahead
Before I new what was happening it had all gone dead
So I closed the door

Many years went by as if in a dream
Some good some bad that’s how it seemed
Years go by and you start to loose family and friends
Not sure when its your time when your life will end
So I closed the door

Getting old now I look back at my life and think
Life can be good and it can also stink
But I also believe it has a lot to do with the start you were given
It’s not always your thought and you can be forgiven
If by chance I could return in a new body and new time
Life would be so different I am sure of this in my mind
So yet again I close the door


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Ravenous Wind

Resurrected tomb inspected but all that was left was a purple covenant torn and tattered
Next to this covenant of wet tears and blood was a letter evidently from his Mother Mary
This letter read:  I am sorry, I could not die with you and I know you will see me when the time is right
in the dark when it is neither day nor night.  I wrote this letter when you were a little boy to prepare for the worst because I love you so.
I hope when you rise you will realize my intentions were kind and true unto you and even the world to come, please see me before Revelations unveils your true majesty's will
On Easter Sunday a time between day and both night he rose out of sleep and read these words aloud that was laid on top of his heart.
 As you know his mother gave him strength more miraculous than any superhero or muscular man,
and when he read his Mother's Will to him a breath of
ravenous wind blew into him from every direction, it was a wind so heavenly like all the angels were calling upon him in a naturist way.
After the wind filled him with everlasting life he sighed and said to God
I died for all sins on earth; men will fear me now more than back then.
He took his tattered robe and clenched onto the dice thrown at his cross.
He rolled them before exiting the tomb and both of them landed as 1 and 3 next to each other.
13 spiritual healing prayers thereafter Mary was visited by his son Jesus.
A ravenous wind stirred up again on New Year's Eve 11:47 13 minutes before 2013.
Who is Praying Now? Then the whole world looked up at the stars in awe and said "Holy Cow!"

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The Missing Piece

She has always loved jigsaw puzzles
as far back as he can remember
she gets at least one a year
and leaves it on the kitchen table until it's done
she gets the 1000 piece puzzles now
her latest one is of lighthouses

They talk a lot on the phone
he started college a couple months ago
she loves to hear about his day
anything, everything he does
it doesn't matter what they talk about
because all she really wants to hear

is his voice

"I've been working on this thing since August"
he can tell she's really irritated
"1000 pieces, and I can't find the last damn piece"
he tries not to let her hear him chuckle
she has no idea how funny she is when she gets mad
it's November and after all the time she's put into it
she's sitting there on the other end of the phone
totally pissed because one piece is missing
"And it's right in the center where it's glaringly obvious"

When he walked in the door, he could smell the pumpkin pie
it was great to be home for Thanksgiving
he almost fell over when he came in the door
because she ran through the kitchen
and threw herself at him, laughing
and crying, and he spun her around

She's so happy he's home for a few days
he's going to help her put up the Christmas tree
just like they've been doing for years over the Thanksgiving holiday
she's also hoping she can talk him into steam cleaning the carpet
and replacing the balcony screen door

"Tomorrow I'm getting the turkey in early so we can eat by noon"
Any time was fine with him, as long as he can be here
"I'll make you a sandwich while you put your stuff away"
He walked past the kitchen table towards his room
"And if I'm lucky, maybe he'll find that damn puzzle piece" she mumbled under 
her breath
With his bag slung across his shoulder
He glanced at the jigsaw puzzle
"That's great" he thought to himself as he noticed

The center piece isn't missing anymore

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A Mother Sings To Her Son At Dusk.

Lie down right here, my little one,
and fill your head with dreams.
Don't worry what went wrong today,
Life's never what it seems.

There's world enough and time enough
to trim the edges that are tough.
There's world enough and time enough,
There's world enough and time.

Make room inside your little head
for all the angels up above.
I'll stroke your cheek and whisper so
You'll know your mothers' love.

There's world enough and time enough
to smooth the edges that are rough.
There's world enough and time enough,
There's world enough and time.

The day will come when you go off
to seek your fortune far and wide.
Remember this when off you go:
I am always at your side.

There's world enough and time enough
to trim the edges that are tough.
There's world enough and time enough,
There's world enough and time.

Someday you'll know the softest joy
when I won't be here to see.
You'll hold the sweetest fruit on earth,
then both say a prayer for me.

There's world enough and time enough
to smooth the edges that are rough.
There's world enough and time enough,
There's world enough and time.

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I hear sounds 
i see people passing by 
and cars flashing past 
the window 
I am alone 
But not entirely alone 
for in my mind i see 
wave upon wave of memories 
crowding the shore of my reality 

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Birthday Rose

Introduction: A mother is such a wonderful poetry...She is the compass and blessing for her children and no matter what, in our hearts - she's the rose that never dies.

The moment I first opened my eyes, I saw your glowing face in shine You took me in your graceful arms, And poured my life in peaceful charm You sacrificed more than I can count, To raise me and strengthen my ground Every time you heard me scream, You took off from your every meal You fulfilled all my needs and dreams, You mean the world and more to me A teacher, a playmate, An answer, a guide of fate You reach out and pull me back, Whenever I get lost off track You love me like no other, Words just simply can’t explain, you are the best mother With you I never pretend, by your values I transcend You help me get my courage tight, You aid me to my wisdom right You are my loving mother, Someone I have to share my thoughts Always you know, always you care, Always you feel, always you heal Your tender smile lights up my life, From doubts that keep me captive at night Forever in my heart, you reside You care so much and feel so deep, You’re just everything I need I’m above grateful to have you in my life, As every time I think of you, I always feel revived.

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Grandmother tales ....

As a fairytale is read young girl dreams 
Through her life she ages through to woman 
Still she remembers word from word 
The tale her grandmother would tell 
As she fell upon her grandmothers arm 
Her dreams were so near
A love a moment of completeness
A beauty that covered each word that was told 
Her grandmother was wise as she said one day it would unfold
Young girls eyes as the stars slept with sparkles
Crystals of imaginative times spread across her mind
Now a woman she tells her child the same tale 
One grandmother said in all good time 
You will have your dreams pleased 
Like adoring stars you will be kissed 
A fairytale will begin 
Hear the angels above sing
Do not search as the tale will follow 
My dearset child as all dreams start from within 
Hold them close in your mind and let them love in your heart
They will find you as all fairytales are owned 
They are rejoined in time they will find you
As like the locket grandmother gave it is yours 
As a fairytale was sent cherish it and don't let go
Just like the tale your grandmother owned ....

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Why is the rain blue


    I shall try to explain,

    but the world is not logical.

    the bank notes are old and crinkling.

    your face appears like it's own negative

    the wind glows and the sun howls.

    why is the rain blue?

    i wanted a new weapon but the rainbow was

    too long,i need something small and portable,

    like a pen i once had.

    just a pencil and paper will be fine,

    but please look round.

    we're all related in the DNA

    but the fighting goes on, for what?

    does it matter my great grandfather was a Viking

    who killed when necessary

    or my grandmother sang in Gaelic

    and swooned over dead children?

    i can't see but i hear their voices murmur.

    a blue and a brown will go together

    like Harris tweed.

    shall i give you some needles to patch yourself

    before it's too late?

    i have long threads and connections for you,

    if you will listen.

    you don't need the A to Z of London

    in this world

    it's not relevant any more

    to know exactly where you are,

    just use the finger tips to feel the cave walls.

    do we know whether to go back or forward

    or even upside down?

    trust the sense of bones and nerves

    and the sea in our veins

    linking us all

    into a human whole.

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The Damage Will Always Be There

The Damage Will Always Be There

I cried,I bleed,And now my heart longer beats the same way it did before I meet you.My heart feel broken,i feel like a rag doll played with over and over again only to be thrown away.I miss your love but now your gone and my hearts ache the most it has ever.There are time's I wonder if  I have been lying to myself,I must be because my heart should fee lighter it should feel like a free winged bird but it not.The damage the cuts the sores they shall be with my from happy time to sad time because you put them there.You who I looked up to you never promised I know but it aches from every thought of you.How come how come I must be alone in this world? It sound selfish but I only want you back to be here beside me and tell me you love me and I'm doing a great job with everything.Why does it hurt to think of you?why does it pain me to want to be lose to anyone?why does everyone leave me behind when I need them the most?why am I so closed up with a stone wall full of hate surrounding my heart?I know it shouldn't be there but do you? In time the cut will heal and the sores shall vanish.But what about the feelings and the damage inflicted upon them will never leave.Yes it sounds so cliche yes you've heard it all before.But really and this is know this is said this is everything I know.The damage is there no matter how much it seems to have healed.

For my grandmother who i lost now 5 years ago Granny i miss you i wish you would have fought for us a little longer then you did.

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My first born

My heart my world my baby girl 
From the first time I held you in my arms and 
laid eyes on you, I fell so in love
You are my beautiful baby girl my blessing from above
From your gorgeous brown hair down to the depth of your complexion
You are amazing in everyway mommies bundle of perfection
You are everything I ever wanted in a child, from your bubbly
 personality to your beautiful big smile
Your smart, funny just as bright as can be
You are my first born daughter you mean the world to me
So as you progress in life and grow over time I am so very proud 
To call you a child of mine.

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Mom, spring whispers to me
That every tear you shed
There in heaven
Will soon become a love song
And each prayer of mine
You hear
Mom, pick a flower
From the garden of angels
Send it to me
While gentle sleep steals my soul
Among the living
You know mom,
No matter how many doors they''ll open
No one can enter
The upper heart
Where I keep my childhood

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I'll Follow You Like Your Duckling

I'm like your duckling, dear 
I follow wherever you roam so have no fear
I'm your duckling, so don't disappear 
Be my dependable leader
I'll stick around and I'll abide by your side
Like a shadow...(3)
Wie ein Schatten...(2)

I mimic like your duckling, beloved
I swim wherever you paddle so slip on my gear
Be my trustable coach 
I'll follow your routine and float by your side
Like a reflection...(3)
Wie ein Spiegelbild...(2)

I'll follow you wherever you flee
Just signal where we ought to be
I'll follow you wherever you take wing
Just push me back and forward like a swing
Lift me up and pull me down
And I'll follow you
Like your pesky duckling

Take wing, my darling angel 
I'll watch your Devine flight and wave a farewell 
Someday I'll dwell with you 
But I'll be your duckling and will always have you to turn to
Like a hero! (3) 
Wie ein Held! (2)

Like a shadow...(3)
Wie ein Schatten...(2)
Like a reflection...(3)
Wie ein Spiegelbild...(2)

I'll follow you like your ugly duckling

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can`t you hear the sounds of mother earth
telling you something has gone wrong
but yet we pretend
like the voices are not there
 and it shows
it shows we don`t even care
but guess what is your home 
and its our duty to make it strong
 picture somebody without a home
and believe it or not
but our time is soon to 
because mother earth is
ringing and

ringing,so why won`t you believe me
cant you hear the sadness of mother earth ringing
telling you she sad because your breaking her heart
we are her children and she loves us
so why must we continue to do more
you know what i think i think its time to say i will not hurt mother earth anymore
 its time to say 
thats enough
because theres only one earth
so the next tome you hear that voice just sop and listen to mother earth.

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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

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Our souls were thrown together, though not wise
Oh that all wisdom's tether were demise
my hope flew on a feather, compromise
and ancients thought of whether was concise!

The win and lose of time, did realize
through love, and nurturing's rhyme, not criticize,
no guess work, no conspire, could fill with lies
the truth of hope's endeavor, failing tries . . .

Some losing, for the sake of others . . . prize!

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English Garden

I have found the treasure
that lies at the Rainbow's end;
surrounded by Sweet William, for-get-me knots,
and crimson shades of velvet rose.

Near the cottage of old where I was young,
the quaint charm of the English garden.
Where time has not weathered with due harm,
swirls of hued asters still in the brisk fresh air.

Moments spent dancing with cupid in midst
of a sunny afternoon.
Seconds where dreams danced on the moon,
sweet perfume floats by to wisp away my breath.
Up ahead mine eyes view the grassy slopes
where a thousand of narcissus bloom.

I watch them sway the day away tossing 
their sweet perfume to the winds.
Wicker seats and ivory benches upon I sit and muse.
The soul cannot thrive in the absence of a garden,
a rose plot, fringed pool and serenity.

Burn the sage, the leaves of rose and wintergreen
Light the candles in the middle of the afternoon.
From within my center core I breathe for more of this
paradise near heavens view.

Sweet surrender to growing things, cupids chimes in
melody rings, for here is a heavenly peace that mirrors
my thirsty soul.

My x4 Great Grandmother was from England a Duchess but she chose to marry my X4 Great
Grandfather and lost her inheritance and rights for neglecting the wishes of the family in
England. He was a Captain of the sea and brought many to the American shores of Mass. In
reading and studying, I found she loved to write of the sea and those things she cherished
from England and growing up, from memoires, she has touched my muse and from time to time,
I let her speak of such cherished beautiful things.

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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 
"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.

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A Poem For Boo

Honey I know I failed you for so many years...
I really wanted to take from you sadness and tears...
I love you forever and I  will forever...
I enjoy every moment we have together...
I want you to know I didn't want to be away...
If I could take it all back I would today.

I wasnt the alcholic mom you thought I was...
I didn't leave just because...
I thought if I just danced one last time we'de be okay...
but one turned to many, and the money went away.

I really wish I was woman enough to give you your father...
But I think he was to young to bother...
I am sorry I devorced your dad...
I do know it made you sad...
I wanted to give you a better world...
I love you so much my babygirl.

I am sorry I wish I had been a better mom to you...
Now I am wanted your heart to be true...
I am really sorry and I wish I had made better choices...
Instead I was fighting to many voices.

Boo, I am really sorry I hurt you I wish for you I had made better choices. I never 
wanted to hurt you or leave you behind. I hope you know you are part of my 
happyness I will never give up again.

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Consider Our Requirements

Consider our education
Take us to school on time so that we'll not miss a fraction of a lesson
Could you take that as a responsibility?

We need someone to drive us to school
It's not the same to ride in the car without you
You say you don't have time to consider our requirements
It's not the same to ride in the van without you
We need someone to bring us to school

Consider our requirements
Drive us to school on time so that we'll avoid tardy sweeps
Take that as your upcoming responsibility!

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To drown in the flood of my mother's womb
I had no time before I was conceived
My clock only started to tick when dad kissed my mom
for the first time It was when his seconds met hers 
For every generation there is a kiss
and there is also the afternoon
Does the afternoon ever change? Yes there will be
days when it rains but does this make the afternoon
less than what it is? Was I conceived in the afternoon?
Without a doubt I was conceived with a kiss
Time is universal but it is not everything
for the cosmos is a lot bigger than what we expect or imagine it to be
It is not inconceivable that there is a universe without time
as much as time ends when someone dies
Memories surface but even memories fail
They fade They select I'm not a part of someone's memories
right now Someone I have never met but through dreams
we're connected In dreams everything can happen
at the same time or, at least, everything that matters
Thus it is undermined It is no longer just a straight line
but perhaps a point in space like dust or ash
Like you and me
Some day we will no longer be a part of it
A part of a kiss
A part of the afternoon
They say that infinity is forever
but forever is too short too soon

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If I could Turn Time Back

If I could turn time back i would go back to the good times we had
I would go back to win we first meet and got along so great
I would go back to the times you hugged me and told me it would be okay
I would go back and think twice about the things I've said
I would go back and erase the hurt I've caused you all because you tried to help
I'd go back and thank you and love you and hug you for all you did
I'd go back and take your advice instead of being stupid and learning the hard way
I'd go back and just tell you all I ever wanted was someone to be proud of me for 
all I did and accomplished
I'd go back and show you all I wanted was you to love me and treat me like your 
I'd go back and erase the fact I took you for granted instead of apprecateing what 
you did for me
If I could turn back time things would be so different
Cause I'd make sure I told you every day just how much I really loved you
And how much you meant to me
I'd take back the terrible things I did
Because you mean more than anything in my life
I know your not my biological mother but you just as well be
I'd le you know how all the times you worried meant alot even though I got mad
I'd tell you how I was glad you butted in even though I seemed upset
I'd open up instead of locking you out 
Oh how I wish I could turn back time
But I can't so I ask for you to forgive
All I can do is try to do better and make sure you know how much I love you Sue
Cause your the greatest mother any kid could have
I love you so much

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The dove lit on the ledge outside the lady's room,
Back and forth with pieces of straw we watched him zoom--
For a nest he was building with the help of his mate,
There she would lay her eggs--she couldn't be late.

Tiny babies hatched with great big mouths to feed-
Mom and Dad worked hard to feed their babes on seeds,
The young ones grew up so very, very fast-
To teach them to fly-the time came at last.

Mom and Daddy dove looked at the lady in the bed,
Probably thinking that maybe she needed to be fed-
My patient laughed, for in bird lore she was famed-
She taught in the high school which bore her name.

"They are really so sweet for they are thinking of me"--
She said as a tear dripped down on her knee,
"The babies are flying and leaving the nest,
They now have some free time to get some good rest."

Doves are snow white because they're so pure,
Innocent and trusting, they could  also cure--
Men's bitterness and hatred respond to the "coo",
With musical voices that bring love to us too.

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14 was when we waved goodbye,
to be set off in this world of danger.
14 was when he lost me,
and I lost her.
What a price to pay
for a mother.
What a burden to have
To be lost,

The lioness watches her own be
Taken away into the darkness
To the mouths of ghostly,
Dominant males.
Evil, red eyed beasts.
How can she take this pain?
This crowned, 
broken heart brought before her.

She is calling them in the night.
Howling for them to come
consume her body in minutes,
alleviating all the pain
from this lost love.
Lost in the darkness.
They are full now, 
done feasting.
I’m heading back home.

The second sun
has ascended.
He is surprisingly beautiful.
A path of light and direction 
I have always wanted to be.
My pathway of righteousness
Without heartbreak.
Feeling anguish now,
Wasting time again.

I’ve just now realized
all this time,
You were the howling
that’s been calling me back home.
been too far along now
In this sea of death.
Its my time now,
Its time for you to bring me home.

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I've Failed You Once Again

I Have Failed…

Lord, I have failed you time and time again,
By hanging on to my unrepentant sin.
I once thought, “my life will never get off track,”
Until that one day when I committed such a
terrible act.

“No one’s watching me” was what I thought,
not knowing the pain and suffering into my family
I had brought.
That one night of “pleasure” I hoped would go away,
but this sin stares me in the face every single day!

The lust that crept into my once cheerful heart,
Is now eating at me—tearing me all apart.
I once thought I was too good to commit a sin like this,
so many of God’s blessings I now will miss.

To you Jesus—my whole heart I ask you to cleanse.
for in you my whole life now depends.
Create in me a clean heart, renew a right spirit
within me.
Your forgiveness in my life is what others must see.

The most important thing to God I can now give,
Is a broken and contrite heart each day I shall live!

By Jim Pemberton

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the act of sleeping
falling into an abyss
where one cannot be found

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I Love You

I love you is more than just my words,


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

Love is a magnet igniting sparks to try higher light.

Love connects beaming light twinkling at midnight.

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


I love you is more than me,


Love is pending in the depths of me I touch.

This is more than what I can realistically feel.            

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

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


I love you is less than you,


It is an uncut gashing wound,

With lifetimes of a scored scar,

It is a typhoon of who you are,

Apparently, it is difficult to do!


I love you is less than them,


It is always lost,

It is never found,

It binds to a cost,

Hearts are bound.


I love just like you,

And you love just like me!


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

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


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

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


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Time Here Well Spent

Where does time go...
Does anyone know....

My childhood zipped by light a streak of lighting in the skies,
I look back and say, boy how times flies!

A mother and a grandmother too,
Time is still passing and there is so much left to do.

I talk to God to see if I was doing ok in His eye,
I sitting and waiting on His reply.

Since I don't know how much time I have left on this God created land,
I will continue to love and help where I can.

My current plan is to feed a family a week throughout the month of December, I have had needy days and nights as far back as I can remember.

This is not a task, but a true,true Blessing,
I wish I that I could more than half of what they are requesting...

As this will come later, God Will and His way,
As I fullfill these Blessings I ask that you ALL pray.

Happy Holidays!

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Almost Time

It’s been a while since you were announced
It’s nearly time for you to arrive
I’m about to see you enter into life
A life I helped to create
The time I’ve known about you
Seems to have passed too quickly
And now before I’ve realized it
You’re about to be born
For it’s almost time
It’s almost time to meet you
To teach you what little I know
And to learn far more from you 
Than you’ll ever know
Where have these last months gone
I haven’t had time to learn
The many things I should
I haven’t had time to forget about myself
For the sake of someone else
My God, it’s almost time
To let go of these feelings
I haven’t yet understood
To be flooded with new ones
When I first see your face
It’s so strange and new
To love someone so much
That I haven’t even met
I can’t say how your touch is going to feel
Or how you will change my life
I only know it’s almost time
It’s almost time to try

NOTE*** This is from my CD A Father’s Love Letters
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Details | I do not know? | |


What is a grandmother? The definition of a grandmother is, the mother of one's 
mother or father

But you are my grandmother and alot more then that. You have been there for me 
from the time i was born to the time that i am writting this poem for you and will be 
my grandmother for ever

Without you there would be no me you have always had my back and have always 
been there for me

when i think of the words such as beautiful, wonderful, protective, amazing, kind 
and sweet hearted all i can picture is your face

your soul, your ambition and your heart, that you have put into my life, and for that i 
am and will always be forever thankful

you have taught me the meaning of being caring, giving and loving to not only 
myself but as well as to others

you helped me grow, you helped me understand the meanin of being a woman and 
looking inside of myself to bring out the woman that i am

without you i would not know the true abilities that i posses inside because i am a 
part of you

I thank you for being patient with me and i really thank you for my mother because 
if God had not blessed you with her, she would not have had me

I will never forget the love and laughs we now are able to have between us, you 
bring the smile to my face that automatically shines when i think of the love, joy and 
laughter you possess inside

And for all that and much much more i whitney andrea lacey thank you for being my 

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My Strength Renewed, My Rock

On the day of July nine 
In the year of ninety and six. 
Her heart was so pure and so fine 
But too weak for the surgeon to fix. 
Her eyes still shown bright as day 
But her frail body had wasted away 
Her smile as warm as the love 
That she gave through Jesus above 
She knew she would not pull through 
But not one moment of sadness or blue 
Did she cast to her loved ones there 
Who waited and prayed for her care 
The Day was the twelfth of July 
The hours ticked endlessly by 
Many friends and family too 
People I never knew 
Came to say their farewells 
To a sister who with Jesus now sails 
On a peaceful and gentle tide 
To ever abide at his side 
As the service came to a close 
And the time was as everyone knows 
To cover her body with earth 
Though her spirit had now a new birth 
From out of the crowd stepped a child 
Who's heart like her grandmother's  was mild 
She picked up a shovel and prayed 
As everyone stood there dismayed 
Some tried to keep her from her task 
She looked to her Grandpa with eyes that ask 
He said to those who had tried 
To stop this child at the side 
Of her grandmother's still open grave 
With shovel in hand and heart so brave 
Let her be was his reply 
She's strong enough I won't deny 
She then began her chosen task 
Permitted to do what her heart had ask 
Shovel by shovel and tear by tear 
Her respect paid true to a lady so dear 
At the tender young age of only ten
This little girl whose life has been 
Directed and sculpted by the events of that day 
And by the grandmother who taught her to pray 
Just ten precious years she shared with her here 
But forever in her heart her grandmother is near 
I am the mother of this brave little child 
And never has any heart been so mild 
The day was the twelfth of July 
And to my Mother I said good bye 
A new strength was shown to me that day 
In the child I had birthed and taught to play 
Grandmother's shoes are not easy to fill 
But with a heart of gold and the strength and will 
She to this day has been my best friend 
In absence of Mother my rock to the end 
Now twelve years later a woman full grown 
No longer here with me, elsewhere on her own 
No matter the distance in miles or in time 
She still fills the shoes of that Mother so fine 
And knowing her task will never be done 
She looks to the Heaven's, The Father, The Son 
But also she looks for a glimpse now and then 
From the Grandmother she knows will hold her again

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I'm Gone Make It

From the beginning momma been duin it on her own, raising a fast kid like me in a single parent home. 15 years old with her whole life ahead of her, but sperm traveled fast and made a single egg last. Now its me, here by mistake, so I only look at myself as one. Taking her through hell for 15 years , while she gave up all she had in front of her. No prom, no graduation, no happiness, her teenage life thrown away and sacrificed just for me. But all this didn’t have to be. She had a choice: murder me, or give me away and live happily. She kept me out the goodness of her heart, lord knows If she had the chance, she’d give it up for a brand new start. But this is the life of how a small lil teen in a huge giant world grows with guilt inside.
Daddy wasn’t an addict, and daddy wasn’t a jail berg. Daddy isn’t dead, he’s just somewhere being mislead. He’s not with me, so how can he tell me where I need to be. 
I grew up like any other kid, without a father. All I had and have to depend on is my mother. She’s not the best, but she’s defiantly far from the rest. 
She’s modeling for me, modeling how to be. The best is what she want me to see. 
Tough love is rough is love, momma know love. Momma give love, momma take love, but I’m surprised momma still giving love. Its just a matter of time before momma throw in the gloves! 
From the headaches, to the heartaches; I couldn’t possibly imagine what hurts worst! She’s smiling on the outside, sorta like me, & crying behind closed doors, praying on her knees: hoping her daughter don’t fall a victim to the streets, and become pregnant just from one lil piece of meat! The whoopings, the spankings, the beatings, the busted heads, and the loud yells are just a sign of tough of love, tryna teach a lesson, while I’m blaming myself when I should really be countin my blessings! 
Momma just wanna see me succeed, fulfill the things she wasn’t able to in life, and spend time with her on the things that her momma couldn’t. She wanna see the best in me, & honestly, I’m striving to be all I can.
Bringing home good grades, making goals, achieving goals, and playing my role. They say we can’t please every body and I guess I try too hard, but momma is one person who I wanna impress lord! 
Take care of her like she take care of me, that’s after I become all I can be! Cause I want my momma to see . . . . . . . . . I’m GONE make it!!!

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' The Baby-Talk Song ...'

‘ The  Baby-Talk  Song … ’

It’s Been 30 Years Ago …
But the Memories are Starting To Flow
Going Thru These Newborn Clothes …
Oh … How Fast Children Grow

You Were A Beautiful – Baby Boy !
That Teething Cat, was Your Favorite Toy
You Were Precious to Your Dad and Me
As Was Your First Words … in The Nursery
goo-goo  ga-ga   Da-Da
goo-goo  ga-ga    Ma-Ma

We Tried to Get You to Say It Again
So We Could Bragg to All Our Friends
You Were The Apple of Our Eyes
Going:   goo-goo   ga-ga

We Loved to Hear Your Baby-Talk
Especially … at Your First Baby-Walk
Going:     goo-goo   ga-ga   Da-Da
goo-goo   ga-ga   Ma-Ma

… Laughter; Tears
Curiosity or Fears …
Always, Tell Us What You’re Trying To Say

… New Things; Mistakes
Triumphs or Heartaches
We Just Love To Hear You Anyway …
Ever Since:   goo-goo   ga-ga   Da-Da
goo-goo   ga-ga   Ma-Ma

When ol’ Burke, was Put to Sleep
You were so Hurt, You wouldn’t Speak
I Said:  ‘Don’t Be Afraid To Cry …
‘Cause I’m … goo-goo   ga-ga   Ma-Ma

And The First Time You Came Home High
Hanging with the Wrong High-School Guys
Daddy Explained, it to You Best …
He Helped You Get Out of Your … Mess
He wasn’t Shame and Here’s Why …
‘Cause He’s …  goo-goo   ga-ga   Da-Da

Laughter; Tears
Curiosity or Fears
Always Tell Us What You’re Trying To Say …

New Things; Mistakes
Triumphs or Heartaches
We Just Love To Hear You Anyway …
Ever Since …  goo-goo   ga-ga   Da-Da
goo-goo   ga-ga   Ma-Ma

… Pa Took Pictures of Bride and Groom
You Held Her, Like Your First Baby-Spoon !
… Now, Today … Our Family Gathers ‘Round
Overjoyed … At Your Baby’s Sounds …

goo-goo   ga-ga   Da-Da
goo-goo   ga-ga   Ma-Ma
goo-goo   ga-ga   Da-Da
goo-goo   ga-ga   Ma-Ma

for: ('Great' Aunt –(smile) Carolyn Devonshire… 
Who just told me she’s doing 
Baby-Care Duty for Newborn in Family
A Precious Time Indeed
… I Dug This One Out (smile)


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I'd Look Better Without You

You told me that no one else would want me 
I believed you and began to feel ugly 
Obeyed all your rules so that your hands, feet & UFOs didn't meet my body 
People tried to tell me to leave but I ignored everybody 
I was scared to leave because you said you’ll find me 
And every step I took you’d be one step behind me 
I kept silent and people became passers-by 
I kept my head down so no one could see the pain in my eyes 
You say you love me right? So why are my eyes always black & blue? 
If I was alone I wouldn’t look the way I do 
Hiding my black eyes behind shades with no sun looking like a fool 
I can definitely go without your love 
I think I’d look better without you 

I’m tired of long sleeved shirts and pants 
And I shouldn’t have to hide in my pockets the scars on my hands 
I want to know what makes you think that you have the right 
To put your hands on me through out the day and all through the night 
You said that you want me to see the world 
But how can I with my eyes swollen shut 
And how can I have ever believed that this was love 
You have me plotting how to end your life while you sleep 
Because that’s the only time you're helpless and harmless to me 
No one wants to help me because they say I’m a fool 
And what’s the point because I’ll end up running back to you 
I’m tired of feeling half dead and isolated from what I used to know as love 
You separated me from my family and friends and most of all my mother 
You constantly bash me and bring your other girls to jump me 
Having them calling my phone threatening me 
Watching me everywhere I go and lying to you about where I’ve been 
So then you beat me until you reopen my stitches again 
Don’t you think I’ve been through enough? 
Think about all the things you have done 
When you kicked me down the stairs I broke my arm and lost my unborn son 
What kind of person beats others until their unconscious and at the end claim it was love 
This must’ve been the way your father did ur mother 
Or did she do this to u? 
Just remember the next time you hurt me you’re out of luck 
Because once you go to sleep you’ll never get back up 
It’s not wrong of me to do 
It’s all because I love you 

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Your Not Gone,But Soon You Will Be

If Idon't get to say good bye for one and final time,
then know i've alway's loved you more than anyone could.
And though you are ill and the diseases you have are painful and kill,know God will comfort 
you and you'll rest in his arms.
You are my mother who I dearly love,you are my friend and alway's have been.
We've had our cries,we've had our laughs,
we've shared pain,and were both a little insane.
How can I say exactly say how i feel,
when so far away i cannot show you.
I wish i could give you all you deserve,
the moon the stars, and all you dreams,
take away all the pain,the nightmares,and screams.
This reality is all to real,
I want to wake up,call an apeal.
god is who we must call upon,
in times of right,in times of wwrong,in times of joy,and times of pain.
He is the one who can save us all!
Your soul he will rest,now i'm depressed.
Just in case i dont't get to say goodbye.
I wish i could hold you and hug you again soon.
But when i give you this letter it'll be to late,
you will probably be gone.
Cancer,serosis,diabetes,and more,
I sometimes curse life and it's whores,.
You my mother,please know i love you,
i love youi because you've alway's loved me,
in all i have been andand always a friend.
An ear to listen,an eye to see,a hug and a home ,
A mother in all.
times were rough in our growing up,
we didn't have much ,and sometimes very por,
you gave up alot,even the men that raped us.
We our family,barely alive,barely escaped.
Nobody knows of the horror we've endured or seen,
what we've lived,how cruel,how mean.
But we were strong,we made it through it all,
we have survived one and for all.
now your time is coming to rest,
So follow God,He offers his best,
A kingdom full of no pain or hate,
but of much love and joy.
something you so rarely had,
you will soon have.
So take it and be glad,
rejoice and be glad,
You will be in Heaven!
I love you mom!

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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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My Quilt

My Quilt--far more than just cloth.
No simple construction of yarns or fibers ;
Still, just material pieces, cut from beautiful fabrics.
But, delicately hand stitched.
Intricately woven with love.
Patiently she took her time ;
With me, kept in mind.
Her lovely patchwork design.
Not luxury, but the softest texture.
And the quality of her structure--superb.
My GrandMother's superior perfection ;
Done with loving affection.

A true work of art--from her heart.
So cozy on chilly nights--
She knew just how -to-do them right.
My Quilt--My Grandma made for me...
In my thoughts, I hold her tight.
The One I cherished, so dear...
She's near, as I pray each night.
My Quilt...for years has comforted me.
At the end of my bed--always displayed.
Over time has become a little frayed.
It still brings me to tears, when I see--
My Quilt...
That my GrandMother made--
Just for me.

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No More Time

The sun sets way too much these days.
Smells come fewer,
walls are the view,
no longer,
that ended looking in the mirror.
There is just no more time for the fun,
that was once there.
There is no more time to be somewhere.
Can not move to eat.
Where did it go?
There is just no more time.
Just let it be,
just let it go.
Do not want to think what is ahead.
One day you are alive,
the next day comes and you are dead.
Hoping never to feel because one day 
your there and then...
There is just no more time for the laughter
we shared.
There is no more time for that walk
in the rain.
Thriving no more.
Where did it go?
There is just no more time.
The smile is there,
yet so much pain of yesterday.
So clear, the sounds that we hear,
are none that we know.
The day to dread,
because it is clear that...
There is just no more time to hear a funny cheer.
There is no more time,
nothing is clear.
And this day will come,
no more flow with the air.
There is no more time.
Let what is meant to be.
Just let it go and all will be well,
because the Lord said so.

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Kitchen Window Reverie

Kitchen window reverie
with the sun streaks flooding through the inchworm green leaves of the China Berry tree.
Walls dapple dancing
with mottled shadows mirroring the underwater sunlight ripples filtered through the fluid 
Delight in my mother’s eyes
with creation on her finger tips and Russian Gypsy blood like fire in her veins
Smiling with elation at the simplest of life’s pleasures
Living within the luxury of her means.

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The Curse of Unlimited Time

“Don’t forget to take your dose.”
My stomach in knots, as I shakily spoke.
“Baby, you know my death is coming close.”
“But mommy, I don’t want you to go.”

Doctors walked past,
Blurs of white stepping in and out fast,
As my mother and I tried to make the night last,
Pulling out memories and revisiting the past.

All of our ‘remember when’s’,
Made me wish I was there again,
Back when I thought there was time to spend,
With my mom, on who I could always depend.

“Why’d this have to happen now?”
My lips trembled as thoughts were spoken aloud.
“How can we change it, baby? Please, tell me how.”
“Cancer can’t take you! It’s not allowed!”

I crawled up beside her,
Beside my hero, my mother,
I heard the slow heart of my source of will-power,
And cursed the sickness that absorbed and devoured.

My mind rushed with things I needed to say,
Secrets that I kept so they’d stay out of the way.
But I was cut short as time ticked away,
And only one memory in my mind began to play.

“Remember when I started to cry,
That one day you never told me goodbye?
I always knew it was a silly reason why,
But you came back anyways and this was your reply.”

“My pretty little princess, I love you!
And I will always know you love me too.
So if I forget to say bye, please don’t be blue,
Because our bond is strong and will always stay true.”

The memory made up for things I couldn’t tell her,
And in this moment it made me feel the slightest bit better.
But yet all these emotions were flooding like water,
As I knew I was going to lose my mommy forever.

“I promise I love you baby, that’s all you need to know,”
And this time it was her voice that shakily spoke.
“I’m not scared of death, I’m just scared of letting you go.”
She winced in pain, death was too close.

“Mommy!” I screamed, scared out of my mind.
She smiled, then it faded as she laid there and died.
It’s indescribable what loss and longing I felt inside,
My mind went numb as I couldn’t bring myself to cry.

I need you,
I want you,
I miss you…

I love you mommy.

Dedicated to all who have lost their moms.
In sickness or old age,
Whatever it may have been,
This is for you.

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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'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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There are a lot of firsts in a child’s life that we all might forget
The first time they say Mom or Dad,
Feeling all the ooh’s and aah’s.
The first time that they hold your hand,
The feeling goes right to your heart.
You know  that this child is blood right from the start.

The hardest time in a Child’s life,
 is when they think all is lost.
Feeling left behind and all alone and abandoned,
and looking for somewhere to call home.
To know the feeling of being someone special,
then have it ripped away, 
all they will feel is being alone.
Every time they look behind there is an empty spot.
When the people they know as Mom and Dad are there,
they are never alone.

But, when a child comes around and is not of your blood,
the love they need is just the seed.
Just the feeling of the two figures called Mom and Dad
to look up to means a lot to them.
For a child to call out Mom and Dad,
and hear no sound is very sad.

Who ever said that these kids are nothing,
there is something very wrong in their minds.
They have been looking for somewhere to call home
 for such a very long time.
They don’t ask for much just a place to belong,
no matter how long it takes.

After so long your kids get old,
and go away without looking back,
 no hugs or kisses in sight.
Your life void of the words Mom and Dad,
that they will never say tonight.

To adopt a child and give them life and hope,
To put the laughter back in their voice,
and the twinkle back in their eyes,
to finally hear the words Mom and Dad is the ultimate surprise.

Harold F. Therault Jr. June, 2, 2007
(Dedicated with love to: Liliana Alicia-Marie Therault)

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This is for you my unborn seed i pray for  you from time to time keeping you 
always on my mind,that day will come when it will be right angels would rejoice 
your father would smile,a day of joy a day of sorrow knowing the hardships you 
may have to face tomorrow,the joy in it is you will see, the wonders your father 
has created like the birds in the trees.

This is a poem it is also a prayer it will help you along your earthly years,with 
every thought with every step you will make me proud i wont regret.
The time will come when you shall rise to know and love your father way up high.
Time is infinite that time is near i wrote this poem cause i really care,you are 
mines yes indeed i do it all for u my unborn seed.

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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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It's Your Child

It’s Your Child
Hi mom, it’s your child
I call tonight to talk a while
I know it’s been a long time
Since you heard my voice
I always kept your photo
Close to my heart
I can’t explain to you
Why I never call
I just want to talk mom;
Really; that’s all
I want to share the moments
We had in the past
I didn’t tell you I love you
The time I saw you last
It’s your child mom
Calling you tonight
Can you give me a minute?
I want you in my life
Can’t you see I need you?
Because I am afraid
I’ve been missing you
For so many days
I know it’s my fault
I received all your letters
I thought not seeing each
Other, would be better
We had unkind words
That came between us
I cried the whole time I left,
As I sat there on the bus
Mom I miss you so very,
Very much
I can’t eat, I can’t sleep
Deep in my heart I hurt
It’s your child mom,
Your one and only girl
I need to see you mom
It’s lonely in this world
You remember how close,
We use to be friends?
You remember those talks
That would never end?
I miss those talks mom
I made a mistake
I wanted to hear your voice
I hope it’s not too late
Let me show you
That I love you
And I really do care
Say the word mom, and
You know I’ll be there
I am the reason, I
Know I am to blame
Give me another chance
I promise I will change
I can’t wait to see your
Precious sweet smile
I love you mom, and I
Will always be your child

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FREE CEE please stay planted for me


Oh lady of the sun please don't leave before the spring
the time when Mother Nature shows off what she can bring
mother nature said “flowers shouldn't be for sale”
as brown and dead removed their veil

they shed their masks of coldness and snow
so that the tulips and hydrangeas may grow
flowers shouldn't be for sale but just for show
that lovers may sit in the palette of a garden so please, my dear, don't go

it's almost time for a picnic by that lake
and if it be your will my heart is yours to take
should my voice be stilled and my legs become too weak for me
if I cannot command words let Mother Nature's pride speak for me

stay until the bluebirds return to your yard of grinning green
when the garden demands it the most scintillating scene you've ever seen
please don't leave me now at the springtime's request
when the roses bloom and the soil become their cradle and their nest
   © 2012....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~


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Norman Bates Tells His Story

Norman Bates Tells His Story

By Elton Camp

Nobody seems to care about the fix I’m in,
So it’s time the true story of my life to spin.
I’ve had no father ever since I was a little child.
Reared by a mother who’d drive anyone wild.

“You have to do anything I tell you to.
Any disobedience you will come to rue.”
She said it would bring a life of strife 
If I ever dated or dared to take a wife

“A boy’s mother is his only true friend.
If you forget that, my life you will end.”
And so since didn’t want her to be gone
I obeyed her and grew up so much alone.

By her rules for me, she didn’t abide.
And then a second marriage she tried.
Her new mate made my life a living hell.
And then he spent her money on a motel.

“Norman will do all the work,” he said.
“Clean room showers and make the bed.”
The motel made bushels of money at first.
Then what happened was about the worst.

A highway was built to by-pass the town.
Then only a few travelers did come around.
The lack of customers made him get mean.
“Lazy Norman doesn’t keep the rooms clean.”

My Mother backed up his talk so tough
Until I finally had heard quite enough.
I decided what it was I had to do
Quickly, quietly I did kill those two.

But afterward, I felt much like a louse
And pretended she was still in the house.
I found that it made me feel better,
When I imitate her voice to the letter.  

When a pretty girl took a room for the night,
I found that put me in a state of pure delight.
If she gave any encouragement to me,
The face of my mother I began to see.

“Norman!  That girl is just a whore.
Why did you let her come in the door?”
My mother’s words I just had to obey.
To remain alive I couldn’t let her stay.

Nobody will know she was ever here
I dump her into the swamp so near.
I did that very way, time after time
Till it didn’t seem much like a crime.

The day finally came. Luck ran out.
The sheriff took me in with a shout.
“Norman, I’ve learned about your sin.
Now be prepared, prison time to begin.”

The psychiatrist found out it wasn’t me.
But that Mother did the murders, you see.
While I was wearing a wig and a dress,
To those horrors my Mother did confess.

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Another Saints gone home

We just got the news today
she will soon be going away
the doctors done all that they can do
but it's not over for her
she's just going home
she's faught her fight 
Her battles now are through

another saints gone home Hallelujah
another child of God reaches Her heavenly home
another saints gone home Hallelujah
Praise the Lord 
for now at last her victory is won

When the time has come for me to go away
I want my friends and family to see
that its not time to mourn
but to celebrate 
this life I've lived
 I pray they all may sing

another saints gone on hallelujah
another child of God reaches the Heavenly gates
another saints gone home hallelujah
Praise the Lord
Some day we'll see her in the heavely home.

By Treasa Jarvis 
Dedicated to the memory of my grandmother Beulah Campbell who was a great 
inspiration to me..

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Sharp Objects

Open your eyes
It's time to pay attention
Take a good look at your life
And it's deteriorating condition

No one can run indefinitely
Your soul will succumb to exhaustion
All that you fear, you must confront eventually
Escaping reality forever is not possible

I know you don't want to lose everything
And you haven't any time to waste
You're not the only one who's suffering
Just how long do you think she can wait

You gave up your right to self-indulgence
When you made the choice to give life to another
There's no excuse for such indolence
Now that you have become somebody's mother

As you inject away her future
I hope you feel more than just a little shame
If you don't stop you are going to lose her
This is her life that you're laying to waste

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I Wake up in the morning hearing gunshots and people screaming I rush
towards my window and see another innocent victim lying on the ground
I look to my right and see another family mourn over a love one they lost
Seeing the whole block glancing at the murder scene
And when I took a look at the body I saw a young man with gunshots
wounds across his body
My eyes started to fill with angry and tears because I’m tire of all these
Because it got me traumatize seeing too many fratricides and patricides
People need to put the guns down and start loving one another because
things will get a lot better
Young black males are getting killed because they be throwing up the
wrong gang sign or they were at the wrong place at the wrong time
Hanging with their friends at the party having fun
And everything is going well until a disagreement comes along and now
bullets start to spread like a virus killing a lot of innocent ones
Some is crawling for their life to safety while others are calling 911 for
And by the time the cops and ambulance arrive the victims are deceased
these young thugs are ending people lives before they can start their lives
Babies are entering the world already seeing cold bodies lying beside them
feeling death before they can pronounce the word
Living in a world full of confusion black men killing their brothers and
sisters like they’re the enemies
While the true enemies hide behind you in the crowd
People are going crazy going on a rampage walking into a theater and
killing millions of people because they are hurt and anger at the world
I’m sick and tire of seeing homicides poor little babies resting in their early
graves didn’t even taste or smell life
Didn’t even reach their full potential of becoming a young man or woman
Didn't have a chance to speak their first words to their mother or father
Death is no jokes I hate to see people play with it attempting suicide trying
to kill their self like it want affect others
Sitting in my room just listening to the commotion that’s uprising on the
Hearing gunshots now I’m running outside to see the outcome will a
mother or father be without their daughter or son for the rest of their lives
or will they survive and live on
But when I finally got outside it was another coldblooded murder another
lost soul another mother and father losing their child to a single bullet
through the head
Now its time to get the funeral arrangements and print out obituaries it’s
sad to see the scene of a homicide
I wonder how many more will we have until the people gets the message
that the guns is not the answer to your problem

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Talking To Kids Of A Whole NEW Generation

Note:  This is not my kids.  This is dedicated to a......friend 

Now my children time has come for me to talk to you. 
I've let you make your choices in what you wear and do. 
But this has gone way to far and way to fast. 
So let me touch on some points that had better not last. 

Daughter, with multi rings on your fingers and 2 on your toes. 
I know sooner or later they'll be one through your nose. 
Then do you know what will happen next time you sneeze? 
You'll be shootin' big 'ol snot globs out that hole at me. 
That tattoo that you've got on your big left breast 
You think it's sexy now, but let me tell you what to expect. 
Right now it's up there sitting pretty as you can see. 
But when you reach the age of 60, where do you think it will be? 

Son that tongue stud that your sporting doesn't look to sweet. 
I'm waiting for you to swallow it, the next time you eat. 
You swear it is  in there tightly and you have no fear. 
But when you tried to demonstrate you choked on it my dear. 

Daughter, that eyebrow bar is just the ugliest thing you've done. 
It looks like you had an accident with a pneumatic staple gun. 
Oh!, and lets not forget that sexy belly button ring. 
When you get old and forgetful, you can hang you keys from that thing. 

Son?  Just what were you thinking when you picked out your new tat? 
Homer Simpson eating a donut?  Couldn't you find something other than that? 
And to have it proudly spread out on your behind 
says you'll never have a girlfriend, unless she is blind. 
Then there is the subject of the ear plugs in your lobes. 
Just how big do you intend to let those puppies go? 
They're going to hang down like some ear handle 
Folks will think I dropped you twice.  Oh god, They're going to dangle. 

Daughter those clothes your wearing don't make you a looker. 
I won't pay the bail when you are mistaken for a hooker. 

Son, you'd better be pullin' up your pants, you hear? 
No one wants to see you walk like you've a load in there. 

Last and certainly not the least, your choice of hair salons. 
I never thought I'd see the day my daughter and my son 
Both with rainbow spiked hair, it all just says so much 
It says "Please don't hire me because I'm a big butt munch

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After All These Years Still IN LOVE

Still In Love...
My son came to me with 
a question on his mind.
I said; “Not now son—
I just don't have the time.”

He said, “Daddy—are you still 
in love with Mommy?”
“Do you love her like you did when 
I was in her tummy?”

My eyes choked with tears; 
“Yes son I really do!”
“I'm in love with her...
and I appreciate you.”

“Daddy—will you always love
me like you do mom?”
“Yes my son—my love for you 
will always belong.”

I looked down and much
to my surprise.
There were tears running
down my sons's eyes.

He came running to me with 
his arms wide open.
“Thank you daddy” were his words spoken.

I picked him up and gave
him a great big hug.
As I let him down, on my shirt I felt a tug.

His little arm reached up to grab my hand.
I knew that what I said,
he began to understand.

I love his mom so much—my wonderful wife.
She's been such a blessing-
a great part of my life!

By Jim Pemberton 

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A long time ago, in the dark lands of the gentile pagans
The people where like giants and our twelve spies; ants!
The spies’ mission went sour and they were almost captured.
Ten managed to escape to our lovely desert camps; enraptured!
The other two made themselves scarce, to the inconvenience of a woman
 Who hid them in the roof of her house and lied to save their hides.   
By and by, our brave woman married one spy and another gentile woman
Married the other spy…oh the dreadful tides!!!
It so happened that our promiscuous spies both died, and at the same time too.
Their distraught mother (for they were brethren) decided to return home.
But the woman who had first hid them made bid to return with her
But Old Childless Mother said “turn away my daughters for thou hast seen I have 
No sons and am too old and ugly to attract a man, for surely any man attracted to
Me in this state must darn well be impotent or desperate!”
The second saw reason and turned back home to her shows for her name was Orpah Winfey.
The one who had first hid the spies refused and said (with courageous theme playing in 
The background) “intreat me not to turn aside, for wither thou goest, I will go and wither 
Thou lodgest I shall be thine squatter and where thou diest I shall be present for the wake keep!”
When she saw that her determination was deeply ruthed, Old Childless Widow sayest unto her;
“Damn, why the hell not!”
So it came to pass that Ruth came to dwell with us, the chosen people.
But she was an outright lazy pile of bones, what with all the sitting all day under palm trees
And gisting and gossiping with passersby.  Well some folk thought she was a prophet
His name was Barak Oboma, he was dark and handsome and he was our leader.
She made him start a war with the people in the East whose military was whispered 
In dark places to be to be “The Talibansers” but that is a tale for another day.
Here ends the unnecessarily protracted and adjusted story of Root: the harlot turn
 Wife turn widow turn immigrant turned prophet.

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The giant fades

He was a giant six foot three
To his son a tiny boy me
I would stand tippy toe
Just to be four feet beneath his nose

Tough and ruff his generation was old
Strong and right he was bold
Dominated mother sisters and me
He ruled his castle forcefully

He beat me to show love
He scolded me to teach love
Fear in a little ones heart
Simmers into hate the fear departs

Distant we became
Relationship of father and son were strain
But sick mother brought us together again
Helping her helped us to be friends

Than Alzheimers came and stole his mind
And the big mad giant faded into time
His mind became mild
He was a gentle soul with a soft smile

Old and gentle he became meek
The old giant was now weak
Happy in his little world
I kept him safe in his little world

His clouded mind made mine clear
He was my father my daddy dear
Life is sweet and time is short
Bitterness and anger only distort

To forgive is divine
Because in forgiveness you win time
Time to share time to live
Time to love and time to give

Did the giant grow small?
Or did the son grow tall?
What is in the past is pass
Now is here let it last

Honor thy mother and father
Honor thy mother and father
Forgive and forget
Live love end regrets

Softly he is a shade of life
Soon to join his departed wife
Shorter are his days
The giant fades

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The little girl

The little girl who wasted years
Ignoring precious time
Has given love a second chance
By mending what's inside
And thus by healing her broken heart
Two were saved to find
A friend they lost, far out of sight
But never out of mind
And the  little girl with an empty hand
Now holds her mother's tight
Free to talk about the pain 
Of time that passed them by

And though the years once lost are gone
It's now that holds the key
It's not how many seasons change
But time before we leave
To tell the ones we love the most
With measured time to share
For a fleeting life, comes and goes
But love's forever there,
Was a lesson learned by the little girl
Who closed her heart one day
But given to so very few
A second chance to say
That love is now between us
The wall's been taken down
The daughter's found her rightful place
Beside her mother now

Kevin D. Fix

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Still at This Time---Mystery

As I went to my sons school
I entered into to go speak 
with one of his teachers 
as I had checked in
and went along the hall
to where my son teacher was
as I done so....

As a woman appoached me
then she spoke and told me to stop... 
Stop right there... 
Startled me...
As I stopped I turned around
Then she said... Young lady 
Where are you to be???
You are skipping Class...
You need to come with me...
Right Now!!!

I smiled and then said...
I am sorry but you have mistaken me
I am actually a parent 
I am here to see my son and his teacher

She then looked at me...
and said... as laughing in the air..
she said... that is a good one..
Now... Come with me..
I am taking you to the Principles office

I thought and then said..
oh... no your not...
Then she said... Oh...Yes I am..
then she called on her radio..
then some others.. men came
Then she said... 
Please Escort this young woman to Principles office

I could not believe my eyes...
I then pulled out my ID...
But she said... She still didn't believe me...
For tis I must have made the ID
Very Tricky...

So we all went to the Principles office
There I had a Very hard time
Proving I was not a Teen...
I had to get my son out of Class
to verify who I was...
As well again displaying my ID..

I can not believe...
as Still in this time
is the same... 
I no longer go to my sons school
Unless I have an apt.... 

As many say... I look so young..
I not know why... 
my looks have not changed
but I myself... am grown
I am not that old 
But nor am I that young

As I always must explain...
I am not a Teenager...
I am an adult
I am a mother
I am maybe what tis be
a young grandmother 
I am a Woman... of Christ...

God has His Reasons
Why... I still be looking young
As many state a Teenager... 
Even in the Schools 
of my daughters and son

As many of my friends 
ask me... what tis my secret
how do I stay looking so young
Tis is crazy... for tis 
as I say... a mystery

But tis I must say... tis quite embarressing
for me and my children..

As God's Wills so shall be
but tis a True mystery to me....
For way I see.. tis be
As With God... is the Fountian of Youth

Come to Jesus...
For With God.. All things are possible

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a female pedophiliac

A Female Pedophiliac 
Mother’s best friend a shapely woman with a sexy smile
I  was fifteen and went to her house with a message-
something about a wedding where mother was  cooking-
and she seduced me... Can’t remember it clearly only that 
I was trembling by the sight of her nudeness. 
She did the rest, the ecstasy and the enormous newness 
of pleasure was like a dream come true... we made love
and I died every time in her ravenous encirclement.
When I left her house I was a person bewitched but had
the sense to worry what mother would say by me being so
late, but I told her I had met some friends and we had 
gone down to the park feeding the ducks and talking to
the girls... Next time I saw her I went beetroot not sure
if I had had a dream, but when mother went into the kitchen
to make coffee she told me to come back to her house in 
the evening...and I did. But someone spoke, when mother 
knew she called her a whore and never spoke to her again. 
Yet my loins craved her I was a burning flame and we met in 
fields and woods... till I had to go to sea as a galley boy. 
When I saw again she was quite old was old, perhaps forty five, 
and the flame of love had died.  

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A Year Gone By

Has it really been a year gone by
Watching the flame of
The single candle on your cake you try
I think back on the year gone by
From hearing it’s a girl
To holding you in my arms
I don’t know who’s grown more
You or I
I remember when your eyes first opened
Wondering what it was you saw
The first time you smiled
I was wrapped around your finger
A year gone by of late night feedings
When I laid you to your mother’s breast
The times you needed changed
The times you needed held
The times you simply slept
I remember them all through the blur
Of the year gone by
I remember when you first left your mother’s breast
When you first tried to touch you knew not what
The first time you giggled
Your shock when you first rolled over
How quickly you learned to crawl and explore
So many things you did I remember
But my fondest memory of the year gone by
Is how I’ve learned to give love
And set aside myself
For someone much more special than I
Has it really been a year gone by

NOTE*** This is from my CD A Father’s Love Letters
To listen to the CD please visit
As the lead single it comes with a music video viewable at

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In my head and In reality

 I know a place where many people would like to visit but cant. I know a place where a lot
of people don’t know I go. I go to this place when no one can get a hold of me. This place
is full of music, it got vivid bright colors. The music plays all the time. I have a
husband with no face and kids with no faces. But lately those faces are blurry. Getting
clearer, at least for the husband it does. The colors though, bright and beautiful, show
all the meaning in this place I go to. The blue so blue that its bluer than the ocean. 
Bluer than my eyes and yours as well. The house is built just to my liking. The cat walks
by and looks up at me and meows. The dog barks in the back ground, the fish makes bubbles,
and the kids giggle in the other room. I’m in the kitchen cleaning and making dinner while
I hear the TV on in the living room and he’s playing a game while talking to the giggling
kids.  I walk in there to see the colors on the screen of the computer as beautiful the
ones I see. The red of the shirt he is wear and the blonde of his hair. The giggle that
pierces my thoughts and I turn to see the little girl all full of joy. The couch ruby red
just like the ruby I wear around the neck. The diamond on my finger is shinier that I've
ever seen. The earrings in my ears dangle around my neck. Then the cry of the little boy
needing his diaper changed laying on the dark emerald green blanket with the yellow
giraffe on it. In walks the sandiest of brown and white dogs with so much energy that her
face looks like its almost smiling.  The cat comes in from the other door and rubs
affectionately on the little girl whose laugh punctured my thoughts just moments before. I
look back at the little boy on the couch whose cries now have punctured these thoughts. I
turn and walk over to him. I pick him up and say why you crying my little man. His tears
fade and a smile comes to his face. In this place I'm finally me and I'm finally happy
again. This is my place and no one can take it from me.

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Stress and Pain

One big happy said fairytale
Take the pain and no gain
Take the slights and not retribution
Take it all in without an out.

Exploding from the inside out
In silence, crying, hurting, writhing in pain and misery
Never knowing what it’s like to be just okay
Never knowing what it’s like to have love unconditional

Hated and revered 
Don’t show them the pain 
They don’t understand,
You are the one that is in wrong. 

Take it all 
Deal with it
Live with it
It’s your fault he’s like this

You carried him
You made him the way he is. 
Deal with the pain and suffering
Deal with the stress and the dirty looks

It’s always your fault 
No one else’s 
You should know that by now. 
Take you punishment and like it

God’s listening but this is his plan
Pain and suffering for those that screw up
No love for those that dare to be of a different mold. 
No salvation for the wicked souls of men

Shut it up 
Swallow it down
No one cares
No one’s around

No tears will make a difference
No whining will help the cause
No yelling will change people’s minds
No matter what you do you won’t be accepted

So….why try? 
Be yourself no one else
If they don’t like to hell with them
To hell with you and your self loathing

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Away In The Manger

out in the pasture sits a church
homemade by brothers hands and filled with dirt

given to Mother so it stops her hurt
decorated each Christmas for what's its worth

as Mother lays down the cotton skirt
out comes the angels the manger and baby Jesus without a shirt

next comes her towering soldiers buried into the dirt
holding their swords that really can hurt

strewn lights gazes upon the pasture's dirt
frozen in time like a star that shivers and quirks

Mama's eyes glistens like fireworks bursts
for all her effort and time even when she hurts

as mother kneels in front of her church
she praises baby Jesus for all he's worth

comes in from the cold and winters bursts
gathers the children as they all look at her work

and tells us the story of a Christmas birth
as we sip on hot chocolate and felt the hurt

of how Jesus died for our sins on this earth
as we wiped our tears with our night shirts

I was glad to run out and relight the candles burst
and give baby Jesus one more kiss and fix his grass skirt

Tribute To Nativity Scenes

Merry Xmas All      
Love Kathy And Jenny

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And You

The first time I looked into your eyes
I knew my heart was gone
The first time I held you in my hands
I found new meaning to my life
I’ve known you for three years 
I’ve watched you crawl
And learn to walk
Giggled as you learned to talk
And you, you are my life
And you, you are all life means to me
When I’m, when I’m with you
There’s no place I’d rather be
There’s good times yet to come
Sure to be a few bad ones in between
Only sure thing is
I’ll be there for you
As long as I’m alive
No matter what you’ve said or done
You’ll have one sure place you can come
You’ll always have a place
That you can call your home
And you, you are my life
And you, you are all life means to me
When I’m, when I’m with you
There’s no place I’d rather be
And you, you are my life
And you, you are all life means to me
You’ll always have a place
You can call your home

NOTE*** This is from my CD A Father’s Love Letters
To listen to the CD please visit

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Fire Mother

Cold morning greets the weary eye clouds drape the horizon in gray
I turn around avoiding the sight I cannot stand with a dreary pale day
And then I feel it on the nape of my neck A hint of warmth kissing my skin
I turn around gazing out my window and see in the gray light the size of a pin
I try not to build on my hopes the thin ray of light might be gone in a tick
And then it happened the clouds parted way amazing ling quick

within a moment I was a washed in light blinding brilliant and glaring so bright
it was like the day had defeated the night leaving the world with breathtaking sight
The orb of energy colored the sky in outrages shadows and countless hues
the godly object painting its art from star to star the cosmos its muse

I moved with a pace to open the door I flung it open with a giddy delight
the clouds burned away by the waking of ra the life giving force of comfort and might
the rays that touched the flesh of my face washed in warmth a faint tingle
Colors above began to dissipate lose there sharpness leave then un mingle

now the sky retains the majestic color of the all welcoming blue
now nothing can stop the suns life and energy from making it through
the moments I spent outside my front door revitalized my heart filled my soul
I dare not stare into the great star the center so bright a positive hole

I stood there soaking up the nectar my skin absorbing the vital beams
Before this day I thought the world could only be this beautiful in our dreams
Iam not sure to this day how long I enjoyed it how long did I stay
I took the time to indulge in the feeling the blinding array

The golden orb that gives life a chance nourishes its children down below
refreshes my outlook changes the day shinning down for the rest to grow
to bathe in its glory heat on my skin sensations burn from my feet to my chin
summer is coming in its time the way it has always done the way its been

Shading my eyes from the fiery glare I take a last glance at the burning sphere
so filled up inside with light and warmth my lets out a rejoice full tear
Once again it will set in the sky but it doesn’t take long for it to appear
to give the life that we all so crave and to make our days a little more clear
a god to revere a star we hold dear every summer once every year it comes again
to greet us here banish the dark conquer our fear once again I will gaze and ill peer on the 
celestial being 
that owns the sky the liquid fire mother our sphere

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Gods Christmas Gift

It was one of those times; one of those sincere discussions;
She told me about my fathers words to her when he was on his death bed.
What he asked her may seem funny to some;
What he asked her was to make sure I had a warm jacket and shoes every winter.
At the time I was already in my forties but I guess it didn’t matter to him.

Then we talked about the time we walked in to his hospital room;
My father immediately said he was confused.
I asked him “Dad do you know who I am”?
He said yes I do but why are you so old and she’s so young;
He was pointing at my wife Susan; but I knew it wasn’t her he saw.

He was seeing my mother long passed; here’s the thing about that;
I saw that my wife had the same spirit as my mother years before.
We all believe my mother was there to take him and who better to use as a catalyst.
I never had a chance to see my mother but I know her; she lives in me and is part of me.
I couldn’t see her right then but I could feel her and I could see Susan too.

As we talked we both had tears in our eyes and I think we were both a bit overwhelmed;
I could see how lifetime experiences can never be forgotten or dismissed.
So I asked her why she betrayed me like she did;
And that I could maybe forgive her if I could just understand why.
When she spoke I heard truth and I finally understood why.

So I forgave her and accepted the circumstances and the part I played in it all;
To what end remains to be seen but the pain seems to have been lifted from me.
As we broke the conversation off I began to reflect on the entire topic;
There were no definitive conclusions but what I did feel was;
My Father and my Mother had come to see me for Christmas.

Call me crazy, tell me it’s wishful thinking; even say I’m delusional;
I saw it, I heard it and I felt it; it happened and I won’t be denied.
I learned to be a real man from the pain I suffered;
My ego and sex no longer dominate or motivate my relationships;
And God in his mercy gave me the best Christmas ever

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Ode to Audrey

Glamorous, fun and full of life
Always an interesting and loyal wife
Around the village she is known
For living life in her own particular tone

For her family she does prepare
Many a feast beyond compare
For the animals so oft alone
She has given much love, shelter and even her home

Come Christmas time the house is all a glitter
As Audrey runs around doing the annual jitter
Smiling from within is this special being
Generous, giving and all seeing
Her energy would seem to overflow
Never one to leave others low
This is my grandmother The Great Grandy
Whose life runs circles around those less than 80!

To my life you have brought
Something which can never be taught
You gave yourself, you made me smile
As I saw you go the extra mile
Within my thoughts I hold you dear
And in that way you are always near
I close my eyes and picture your face
And know that time cannot displace
The essence of the inner you
That in my life now follows through

Thank you for always being such a dear
Your effect on my life is more than clear

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Brewing Evil

Evil Kanievil wasn't really evil.
In fact, in mythology, women were meant to brew evil.

It started as a punishment,
and led to an imprisonment.

an imprisonment of constant lies
that hook our wome to evil ties.

but nowadays no one hates, 
we've even learned to appreciate.

The love, the work, the glistening beauty,
Even the harshness of their parenting duties.

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The Hurricane

The hurricane, so viscous, so violent!
Yes, it must rain.
This force is behind, 
This force beyond!
Yet, finally it came.
The winds, clever and dangerously rough,
Please measure this poll.
Dark clouds consume the heavenly skies, capturing ones soul.
With a love so hard, yet, a love much too cold!
Our world now spins, hopeless and out of control!
You are you and I am me,
Together, our climates capture and debate this Sea.
These winds are too strong, our sky so dark and dim.
Stricken with fear, too afraid to release what is deep within.
The storm is here, so grab onto your soul! 
Yet, beware! This one is fearless and this one we share.
Scream its name and it shall cry its love,
For it be you, far beyond the heavens above!
Hold your strength with a grip so tight,
That storm will surely break, so where’s your fight?
This hurricane can surely hold its own.
Our little world can and will be shown.
Our damage is as our damage does,
Surely this tiny world isn’t our just and only cause!
You hold that thought and forever we shall be,
True love bound and forbidden to set itself free,
Held within you and deep within me,
This love was meant forever, 
One day this you shall see!
This hurricane loves, yet, 
It wills to hate,
The forbidden fruit conquered by its very own fate.
Give your seeds, but stand your ground. 
Forever in this world!
For once we shall not be lost, but found.            

®Registered: Ann Rich 1997                                           

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Mother’s eyes peer at her books everyday
Mother’s eyes spot the messes on my clothes
Mother’s eyes get me in trouble for the messy room
She says, “Paul, it is cold outside,
Make sure you bundle up.”

Mother’s eyes see past the skin
Mother’s eyes comfort the pain from the scratch
Mother’s eyes decorate the house and yard
She says, “Dinners ready!” 
And we all come to see her masterpiece

Mother’s eyes show love 
Every time I come home from school
Mother’s eyes show cheer
Every time I play ball
Mother’s eyes comfort
Even when I beat her in memory
She says, “I am just getting warmed up
I will get you next time.”

Mother’s eyes have always been there
From north to south
Right by my side
Mother’s eyes will always be there
Right with me by my side
That is why I love mother and her eyes

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God May Have Played Favorites


                            I think God may have played favorites to give us the parents
that we had.  They taught us how to 

                       love and be thoughtful and glad.  They couldn't stress enough to
never hold a grudge with someone for more

                       than a day, you never know what catastrophe could strike and take
that person away.  Another was to show appreciation by

                       actions because talk is somewhat cheap.  It houses insincere
gestures that honor just can't keep.  My mom's

                       eyes were glazed and full of tears, her courage made her fight. 
Cancer took both breasts and hair our prayers

                       kept hope in sight.  She never showed her fear to us and cooked
dinner most every night.  Her love was

                       so strong and powerful she never got the recognition she deserved.
 That's why I dedicate this poem to my mom

                       and thank God for what I've learned.  The last visit at the
hospital my mom took her last breath and died in 

                       my arms.  My whole world started collapsing as I screamed for the
nurse in alarm.  I wanted to bring my mom back 

                       to tell her sorry for the mean things I had once said but the
doctor said her lungs had filled with fluid and

                       had drowned and was now dead.  We were all consumed in sadness my
dad had lost his way.  He stopped eating and

                       got sick and died 3 months later almost to the very day.  This is
the first time I have ever been able to share

                       with anyone what my heart has been trying to say.  The warm feeling
when God embraces me every time I pray.

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"Your Unforgiven"

It's been five long years,
Although it seems a thousand lifetimes ago...
It marked the beginning of fresh new fears for me-
The day my mother became my foe...

I would'nt believe it could happen.
The thought never crossed my mind.
It never once occured to me-
That my mother would leave me behind...

Up until that exact moment-
Right up till the very end;
The end only marking the beginning-
I believed my mother was also my friend...

And being her only child-
I thought she'd always have my back.
But an unconditional love for me
was something she greatly "LACKED".

To be all alone in the world,
Is obviosly something she's never felt.
As I still struggle to keep from drowning-
I'm still willing my heart not to melt...

It melts at the thought of her calling my name...
It melts when I still try to breathe...
It melts when I hope to wake-up & discover,
                                    that mommie never left me-
                                                    It's just a "bad dream"...

The days go by,
Though time hasn't stopped...
And I'm living this "Real to Life Nightmare"
In a big ugly world, that hasn't been POPPED...

Someday I hope it gets easier,
'Cuz I must have been a real "LET DOWN"....
Or maybe I'll just get DIZZIER-
As this world keeps spinning me around...

I was a bad choice, I guess;
One of many she's talked of making...
So why GOD thought it neccessary to take my ANGELS,
Will always be a mystery...
Why was I FORSAKEN?...

I hope they make-up for my being all WRONG...
But when she took my "last reason for breathing"-
Didn't HE hear my heart break?
Couldn't he feel me BLEEDING?

Yes, it was a very long time ago.
That sad day mommie wished me away...
You'd think in five years I'd be over it-
It's been "One-Thousand Eight-Hundred and Twenty-five days,
Since the second I BLINKED and became an orphan,
No longer thier MOMMIE-Alone with no family-

Guess I'll think twice before blinking again-
Because it confirmed all suspicion of being my
                                "MOMMIES GREATEST SIN".

I'm sorry, Mommie, I disappointed you so-
I hope my babies make you proud, even after they grow...

I didn't mean to bring you down-
You should've been proud of the 'Only Child' you were given-
The same little girl that made you frown...
                                Just Me............
                                  Your Unforgiven.

KC 1/18/05

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My world

Ricky, my world, I'll love you for ever and
Ricky, my world, please don't go.
Ricky, my world, please understand.
Ricky, my world, please love me back.

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A mother's day poem

Hallmark has plenty of saying's & verse
for those incapable of sentimental words
rose's are red,at this time just won't do
violet's are blue,won't happen this time too

But MOM ,

If I can say anything to make your heart smile
only because of you,do I posses this style
If it were'nt for you and all of your support
I'd still be dumbfounded,sitting on the porch

Your constant encouragement,unconditional love
suggesting I write,which is a gift from above
so rose's may be red,violet's may be blue
but I would'nt be me,if you was'nt you....

Rosalie Mendoza Ivanich
on 09-11-56

p.s. How time flie's,
        may the wing's of time
        keep you forever young.....

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Life to Live Part 1

I used to think that life was a joke.
When I was 9 I started to smoke.
When I was 11 I began to drink.
But as I got older I began to think
I started thinking about what I wanted to do and what I had to give.
But then I realized I had a long life to live.
At age 13 I started to fight for no good reason.
Thanks to my dad and my anger,
I got kicked out of school for the rest of the season.
Not long after, my mom and my dad were separated,
By this time, my anger had very well escalated.
I was baker-acted for making threats in 1999.
Threatening take everyone’s life, including mine.
I hated it! I hated my life in every way.
I always stayed in the house.
I never wanted to play.
After being home schooled for two years,
It was time to go to High School my dear.
My mother appraised me, she said I would to fine.
Oops! My Bad. I got suspended 22 times.
I got baker acted again and I caught a charge.
A charge that landed me straight behind bars.
I was on probation and violated constantly.
For once the only thing I wanted was to be free.
At age 15 I was in a program locked in a cell.
Oh boy! How fun! I had my 16th Birthday in jail.
It took 11 months and 11 days to get my act straight and learn better ways.
January 16,2004 I was free once again,
To be locked up no more.
3 days after I was 17 and free from being locked down,
My mother tells me I’m off probation now. 
Now that I’ve told you what I’ve been through,
Its time for me to tell you about what I plan to do.
This is what I plan to do with my life.
To make good decisions and to do what’s right.
I plan to continue to go to school.
No more days of trying to play cool.
I am who I am not to pretend.
The way I think of it, in my life I need no fake friends.
People think I’m crazy for my plan to succeed.
Its my choice if I want to be a part of the city police.
I want to major in Criminal Justice to become a lawyer or be apart of the law.
I have came a very long way and have left so many people in awe.
People think of me as a misbehaved, disturbed little child.
But look at how far I made it. Even though it took a while.
When I was younger, I was wild.
But to all who doubted me, I hope I made you proud.
See the effort that I chose to give.
And all this was to earn a better life to live.

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My Motherhood Time Is Slipping By

I can hear the tik tok
Beat of my maternal clock
Springing forward way to fast
It is putting a hard cast
On my chance of motherhood
Wishing finally that I could
Find the right man that I need
That can help me plant the seed
Forming a new life in me
Hoping that this fantasy
Will become a real thing
No ones tugged at my heartstrings
Enough to make me fall in love
A miracle from up above
Need to happen so that I
Can comfort my babies cry'
Rocking them to sleep each night
Will there ever be alight
That shines down upon me soon
I need to hear a love tune
So two hearts can join as one
Giving me an "oven bun"

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Where Have You Been

You're standing there, but i don't see you
You're kissing me, but i don't feel your passion
You're hugging me, but i can't feel your warmth
You're whispering in my ear, but i can't hear you
You say you've been loving me, but where is the love
Where have you been?
All this time I've been burning you never stop to pure cold water on me
All this time that I've been earning you never stop to share with me
Now i see, at least i think so
Tell me something i need to know
Tell me that your there for me 
Show me what i need to see
Break the brick wall that covers my face
Climb over obstacles like it's a race
Teach me, feed me, love me once again
Be my Mother not my friend

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A long time ago, in the dark lands of the gentile pagans
The people where like giants and our twelve spies; ants!
The spies’ mission went sour and they were almost captured.
Ten managed to escape to our lovely desert camps; enraptured!
The other two made themselves scarce, to the inconvenience of a woman
 Who hid them in the roof of her house and lied to save their hides.   
By and by, our brave woman married one spy and another gentile woman
Married the other spy…oh the dreadful tides!!!
It so happened that our promiscuous spies both died, and at the same time too.
Their distraught mother (for they were brethren) decided to return home.
But the woman who had first hid them made bid to return with her
But Old Childless Mother said “turn away my daughters for thou hast seen I have 
No sons and am too old and ugly to attract a man, for surely any man attracted to
Me in this state must darn well be impotent or desperate!”
The second saw reason and turned back home to her shows for her name was Orpah Winfey.
The one who had first hid the spies refused and said (with courageous theme playing in 
The background) “intreat me not to turn aside, for wither thou goest, I will go and wither 
Thou lodgest I shall be thine squatter and where thou diest I shall be present for the wake keep!”
When she saw that her determination was deeply ruthed, Old Childless Widow sayest unto her;
“Damn, why the hell not!”
So it came to pass that Ruth came to dwell with us, the chosen people.
But she was an outright lazy pile of bones, what with all the sitting all day under palm trees
And gisting and gossiping with passersby.  Well some folk thought she was a prophet
His name was Barak Oboma, he was dark and handsome and he was our leader.
She made him start a war with the people in the East whose military was whispered 
In dark places to be to be “The Talibansers” but that is a tale for another day.
Here ends the unnecessarily protracted and adjusted story of Root: the harlot turn
 Wife turn widow turn immigrant turned prophet.

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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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Exhibition in Memory

Abstracts hang:
sterling silver frames,
matted in motif,
celebrating Artist.
An exhibit, ten years old,
collects dust, forcing recollection.
The mortuary – Boyhood Curiosity.
Mother: Naked. Stretched. Stiff. Grey.

Tin baking dishes engulfed the counters.
Great aunts and second cousins crowded our sofas.
Somber chatter and pats on the head stung.
Clasping my girl’s hand, I twisted my door knob 
quietly. Their chatter continued. 
I escaped into her for my first kiss: 
tear salt and cherry lip gloss.

Tuna casserole and ambrosia slopped
into lunch boxes. The cold steel of fresh
cut key tapped on chest, pulled the string around
my neck, leaving a rash. I walked into our empty house.
The walls echoed.  Odor from cold spiral ham
replaced aroma of fresh cookies and oil paint.

Art followed Artist.  Canvases were laid on the autopsy
table, framed for their wake.
Dressed in their Dynamic Blue, 
Electric Lime and Habanero Red, 
the dirging dead
hang on wall.

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Today's Weaving

Astonished by today's weaving
I find music in the air twirling
singing my song and yours together
as separate melodies combined

A note from your world leaks
into the softest corner of mine
and tickles my imagination
in wonderment of what could be

I know no bounds today as I fly
above the darkest moments ever
they are gone in a flash of recognition
as I remember the score I wrote before

without ever knowing it would come
behind that veil so lovingly blinded
a curve ahead without warning
unwinds forgotten splendor now

gasping for my breath, effortlessly
humbled and mystified
I turn around and tomorrow arrives
a new moment unfurls itself at my feet

where I see a rainbow gradient backward
upside down if you could really know
inverted in time to find itself unplugged
but at least the color is perfect

and my imagination bends again
as some car comes off the rail
and flies across its chosen abyss
leaving the ground and everything behind

it was long ago just this moment
that I came to understand you as friend
and again I clutch my chest in wonder
how could no time have taken so long

and just like a mother's labor
emerging as a child
in joy and pain
so today we are born again

just another knot in the fabric
tipping my hat as you curtsy
locked in a perfect dance
that never ends

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When All We Have Is Time

An unbearable pain awaits her;
	For my beloved who is to bear.
A man cannot know this
	Even when Daddy is there.

Hope may spring eternal
	But it cannot quench the fire
Of the fruit of the labor
	Spawned from our heart’s desire.

I think to myself...
	When will it be time?
It is then that Grandfather Clock gives
	My daughter her very first chime.

She gasps her first breath
	Blessing us with her first cry.
She is born new and alive!
	And all she knows is time.

Next door is a boy of few moons
	Who hasn’t seen a single sun.
Born before his time
	Most think his life is already done.

Don’t tell that to his mother
	Don’t you even dare!
For she sees the clock.
	She is fully aware!

She thinks to herself
	“It is not my baby’s time to go!”
But within minutes
	His Bell will sadly toll.

He gasps his last breath
	And His mother begins to cry.
...Even as an Innocent of Grace
	All his Mother feels is time.

A man of many moons
	Is seeing the setting sun.
Living beyond his time
	The man know his race is won.

Hope will spring eternal
	And so will his life.
Not for his good fruit of labor
	But from Another’s toil and strife.

He thinks to himself
	It is now my time!
And with that, Grandfather Clock gives
	My friend his very last chime.

He sips his final breath
	But blesses us with a final smile.
He awaits a new and lasting life
	Where everything he has is time.

The man’s daughter begins to weep.
	She hasn’t seen the Father’s Son
She is living on borrowed time
	And in faith she professes none.

Don’t tell Christ to his daughter.
	Don’t you even dare!
She glances at her watch
	Totally without care.

She think’s to herself
	“It’s not my father’s time to go!”
But to the Believer
	His Bell did gladly toll.

She mutters curses under her breath
	She feels as a victim of crime.
Persons of Grace can give no consolation,
	For she feels cheated by time.	

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A Sinner's Prayer

Dear Heavenly Father,
Because I know you, I know true love. A love I didn't deserve.
Yet you saw fit to make me a mother of the most beautiful little girl.
You loved me enough to give me a second chance at life
And you didn't judge me for being a single mother before I was a wife
I know I did things out of order but you make no mistakes
And I believe my footsteps are ordered even when they are hard to take
You gave the life of your precious son for the pardon of my sins
So I pray one day I'll meet you at the gates of Heaven and you'll gladly let me in
Father please hear this sinner's prayer as I seek your direction
And please continue loving me in spite of my many imperfections
Please see me for who I truly am, a woman in search of your grace.
Allow me to know you deeply, to know you truly, to be worthy of seeing your face
I will never be able to repay you for the life of your son
But I long daily just to make you proud and for the day I hear you say," Well done."
You blessed me with the gift of writing poetry but sometimes I'm at a loss for words
Because sometimes I can't find words to express the depth of my hurt
In those moments of weakness, the times when I feel like just giving up
I look at the face of my daughter and know there is no greater love.
Any time I needed anything in my moments of complete despair
In my darkest hour every time you are there
Thank you father for all you do, blessings I can't explain
Moments of true happiness, sunshine after the rain
Thank you father for mending broken hearts and for carrying burdens no one else could bear
For loving me unconditionally and for answering a sinner's prayer

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For Chris

My heart flutters inside my chest
like a blood red butterfly
frantically trapped in a wire cage
full of rage
knowing its life span is short
Houston, we have a problem,
mission abort.

Crush the butterfly in your trembling hand,
blood soaked sand
under your feet
the secret you cannot dare repeat,
iron fist to stem the weakling's tremors,
do you remember?

'Cause the porch hammock of childhood
has long rotted away
and the day
the day
you'll never forget,
unable to wipe the images from your mind
after all this time

Still fresh and vibrant as you roll over,
the seventeenth of October
the day that time ended for you,
lips turning blue,
relive it every time you're not distracted,
ambushed and attacked it
blinds you to life

and then he took a knife
and you know it will never end
its part of your being
warping all feeling
and you understand completely
what drove him mad

and it's so sad
that genetically he was more like 
you than any other,
my brother,
my brother. 

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A long time ago, in the dark lands of the gentile pagans
The people where like giants and our twelve spies; ants!
The spies’ mission went sour and they were almost captured.
Ten managed to escape to our lovely desert camps; enraptured!
The other two made themselves scarce, to the inconvenience of a woman
 Who hid them in the roof of her house and lied to save their hides.   
By and by, our brave woman married one spy and another gentile woman
Married the other spy…oh the dreadful tides!!!
It so happened that our promiscuous spies both died, and at the same time too.
Their distraught mother (for they were brethren) decided to return home.
But the woman who had first hid them made bid to return with her
But Old Childless Mother said “turn away my daughters for thou hast seen I have 
No sons and am too old and ugly to attract a man, for surely any man attracted to
Me in this state must darn well be impotent or desperate!”
The second saw reason and turned back home to her shows for her name was Orpah Winfey.
The one who had first hid the spies refused and said (with courageous theme playing in 
The background) “intreat me not to turn aside, for wither thou goest, I will go and wither 
Thou lodgest I shall be thine squatter and where thou diest I shall be present for the wake keep!”
When she saw that her determination was deeply ruthed, Old Childless Widow sayest unto her;
“Damn, why the hell not!”
So it came to pass that Ruth came to dwell with us, the chosen people.
But she was an outright lazy pile of bones, what with all the sitting all day under palm trees
And gisting and gossiping with passersby.  Well some folk thought she was a prophet
His name was Barak Oboma, he was dark and handsome and he was our leader.
She made him start a war with the people in the East whose military was whispered 
In dark places to be to be “The Talibansers” but that is a tale for another day.
Here ends the unnecessarily protracted and adjusted story of Root: the harlot turn
 Wife turn widow turn immigrant turned prophet.

Details | Rhyme | |


Read these words I write of truth
What we left for our youth
This place called home, Mother Earth
Supply's all things for lifes birth

A brilliant sky so distant and blue
Smokey clouds that mountains soar through
Such beautiful waters once crisp and clean
Slowly die as they turn green

Flourishing lands to provide us food
Yet still we treat her oh so crude
One of these days it will be to late
We have no time to sit and wait

Our childrens future is at hand
For one day this will be their land
So much was given for all to share
Then greed stepped in out went fair

Lets get started and get things done
Earths supply will soon be none
Theres no other planet that we can see
We've searched throughout history

We must band together and turn things around
To make Mother Earth safe and sound
Try to change the way we live
Don't take as much and try to give

Clean up our mess and plant some trees
Care more about the birds and the bees
Love the earth as you love your child
Before she turns violent and things get wild

Maybe we could slow things down
Clean it all up town by town
The time is now this very day
Her beauty slowly melts away

So stop and think what can we do
To keep our waters clean and blue
Things won't change unless we try
Or MOTHER EARTH will surely die!!

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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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The Christening

Red  velvet  with  gold corded embroidery
Old  farmhouse faint smoke  frost glittered
Spices  wine  honey  candles  milk  apples
Orders  farm produce meat game and  fish
Great fire in kitchen preparing for the evening
Writing poetry ...  baby  cries for breastfeeding
Singing together  begin to dance in fine dress
Young man   singing   melancholy  love-song

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The Dream Of A Baby

Me and my mom sit all alone 
as she hums a very slow tone 
i close my eyes as i dream of life 
and what i will be a girl or a wife
as i drame of what i will be 
i thought of when she sets me free 
i think of what will happen today 
i will always be a step away
i dream what could really last
this beautiful world goes by so fast 
i open my eyes to find it right
the answer was as plain as sight 
it was my mom and what she will be
because at the time i was only three

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My Angel; Danielle's lullaby

All little bellies have been fed,
my angel, my angel.
It's time to lay down now sleepy head,
my angel, my angel.

Think of all you learned today,
my angel, my angel.
Let sweet dreams take you away,
my angel, my angel.

Dream of rainbows bright and bold,
my angel, my angel.
Dream of stories that you were told,
my angel, my angel.

Close your eyes now little one,
my angel, my angel.
Think of morning when Mommy will come,
my angel, my angel.

All little bellies have been fed,
my angel, my angel.
It's time to lay down now sleepy head,
my angel, my angel.

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Master Blasters

Incredible as all of this may be,
And just as brilliant as our fate is,
You are my unique lift to my wiz!
So it looks like it is you or it’s me.
We’re in the winds and we both run free.
All of this is hers and it’s every bit of his.
Those two are master blasters put to quiz.
Together they locked eyes eternally to see.
They are dancing on the Moon,
Or they are singing to the Sun.
Their love has come too soon.
Now familiar renewal has begun.
They are in full bloom with a force that is most incredible to blossom,
What a glimmer in their glare they sand blasted out of awe to awesome!

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They stand around making awkward conversation,
Trying not to let the silence fall,
As I sit I wonder what has changed,
Why is it I don't recall?,
I remember a time when we would talk and laugh,
It seemed like it would never end,
Someone always had a story to tell,
I always brought a friend,
My life hasn't changed all that much,
We still see each other every year,
It's harder now as we grow older,
Every time theirs more fear,
I have so much love for all of them,
If I didn't I wouldn't have a heart,
I want to tell them oh so much,
But I never know where to start,
I will say I love you, 

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Shag haircuts and music
Memaw teaching me how to make a bed
Marilyn, sharin a cookie and a secret
and books so eagerly read

Sittin in trees, a hot breeze
pickin  the scabs off my skinned knees

Skulkin and wantin to know
what said around the kitchen table
"whats goin on?!!"
hearin pieces but not quite able

playin in the woods
had my first kiss
now I'm sneakin out the window
caught, grounded for life
sneakin but not not able
to fool my mom

was always knowin what I was up to
was always saving me
was always talking to me like I had sense
was always loving me

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Stuffed Dolls and All That I Have

and alone.
Playing with stuffed dolls
Building paradise with all that I have,
Books, boxes, papers and pencils,
Sticks, bottles, clothes and glass
Random? No
But beautiful.
My paradise,
I have so little time with you.
I must go, I must study,
Must recite the dictionary to her,
Must not forget a word and if I do,
I must not scream, must not cry
Must not cry....NO! I must not cry
Then sent to prepare for tomorrows
She is done with me today
And I have you again, my paradise
Stuffed dolls and all that I have.
A substitute for my tears.

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Pachamama´s Revenge

How long has Babylon ruled the world?
How long have we raped, and ruined and murdered
These things aren´t marks of a civilised society
You think you´re enlightened? Well, open your eyes!
When Babylon falls will you fall too?
When Babylon falls, will you know what to do?
Cos there ain´t no place that´ll be safe then.
No point in running when the Earth is quaking,
buildings are falling, grown men are shaking,
wars over food, wars over water,
taken by surprise cos who´d ever thought
that the civilised world could be destroyed,
crushed and toppled, over so quickly,
civilisation turns into chaos so quickly
and all the way down you were saying "it´s ok!"
selling your soul for another selfish day,
counting your pennies, spending your pounds
cos money makes the world go round!
ignoring the Mother that´s under your feet
the Earth you´re smothering under your concrete
the Earth who can hear the cries of the desolate,
the hungry, the cold, the lonely, the abused
and all of those whom the rich world forget.
Babylon stands like a selfish child,
prize in its hand, but all the while
the Earth is moving under the ground
gathering its strength for the final round...

so what you going to do when Babylon falls?
are you going to fall when Babylon falls?
or will you be part of a brand new world
based on compassion, honesty and care
for the Earth? well, it´s time to prepare.....
Babylon will fall but the Earth won´t fall,
Pachamama´s ancient, she´s seen it all before
and if you love the Earth, she won´t kill you,
if you love the Earth, you´ll know what to do,
but now´s the time to listen, now´s the time to learn,
time to prepare for when Babylon burn,
so that from the ashes, the Phoenix will spring
and after the nightmare, the new dawn wil bring
a fresh opportunity to learn how to live
in harmony with the Earth, to learn how to give
as well as take, to learn how to nurture
as well as to break.....

for we are the children of Mother Earth
she doesn´t want to kill those to whom she gave birth,
only is she has to, only if she must
to protect herself: she is fair, she is just
and if you respect her, she´ll give you many gifts,
she gives you everything you need to live
and a little "thank you" sometimes would be good
when you´re enjoying her fruits, her sunshine, her wood.
If you respect the Earth, she´ll always respect you,
and there´s nothing to fear, nothing to do.

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When the monster has arrived home from it daily place of employment, 
You simply wait for it to settle into its old worn-out chair.

Then the monster asks for the chilled glass sitting in the refrigerator.

You remove the chilled glass from the refrigerator.

You place the chilled glass on the kitchen counter.

You add a few pieces of ice into the chilled glass.

You finally add half a bottle’s amount of Apricot Brandy 
and watch the monster takes its first nightly sip.

You repeat this process Every Two to Three Hours.

You repeat this process Hour by Hour.

You repeat this process Day after Day.

You repeat this process Week after Week.

You repeat this never ending process Year after Year.

And You Repeat this Process for Fifteen And Counting.

And You Wait for the Shut-Down of the Monster’s Liver.

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 I didn’t know what had happened.
Suddenly my world was turned upside- down.
One day he was fine.
The next day he was sick, very sick.
The day after he was lying helpless in a white hospital gown on a bed not his 
and he seemed to be getting stronger.
The day after that he was gone.
He used walk around the house high.
Smiling and laughing like some demented fool.
Once he knocked my mother’s favorite crystal glass off the dining room table and 
all he did was laugh,
laugh right in her face.
But of course he had complete control.
He could stop whenever he wanted to.
They just made him feel good; they weren’t addictive like that other stuff.
Each time my mother, or aunt, or grandmother confronted him about it,
this was his response.
But soon he needed more.
He slowly but surely progressed from a puff to a snort to a
needle in the arm.
Until one day he was addicted,
completely and totally dependent.
The days when he leapt out of bed on Saturday to play basketball with my 
brothers were gone.
He simply lay there in the hospital bed,
hopeless and scared. We were all scared.
As I sat my his side with my Mama I remembered the last time I saw him outside 
of that white hospital gown—
at a family barbeque my mama invited the whole family to.
The sun was shining brightly and I was sweating pretty heavily but as I looked 
over at my uncle I saw he kept shivering, violently.
I wanted to talk to him real bad 
and no one else seemed to notice how lonely he was,
so as frightened as I was by this strange shivering I went over to him.
He spoke kindly to me but most of the time he just kept scratching himself a lot, 
and rocking back and forth in his chair, muttering to himself,
like he didn’t even know I was there.
It was just days later that he passed.
Mama said he was out of his misery now,
in a better place,
and that God would give him a second chance.
I resolved never to walk that path.
Idiots around me say I will become curious,
that it doesn’t hurt to give something a try.
My uncle was curious too.
I love him but I cannot be like him.
Curiosity has its limits.

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 Forgiveness to others.

 Rejoice with loved ones.

 Envolve yourself with your children.

 Enjoy every moment.

 Don't take yourself too seriously.

 One is better then none.

 My mother taught me this.

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Tearfilled eyes , I watch her ,  N happen to wonder... 
Does she know that my thoughts go with her, yonder ?

That, in my every smile, my every bliss,
Its HER that I desperately miss ?

That every time SHE kisses me Adieu 
My heart, it screams inside " No ! I'll always want u ! " ?

That evry sec, each passing day, 
I go desperate wishin she'd come this way ?

That evry time she comes to see me off
Its tears that I lock back within my laugh ?

That evry sweet smile of her's, dunno why
Drives me to despair, to heave, to sigh ?  

That evry time, my love, I try to declare..
Words can just NEVER get me there ?

That she's my strength, n she's my fire
Life without her'd have gone haywire ?

That she's the one who keeps me sane
When life withers me out, she's my rain ?

That no matter what I'm, no matter where I go,
I do reap, but that which she did sow ?

That deep within, with love much untold
Its HER, whom, closer than heartbeats I do hold ?

That come wild weather, or the torrentous tide
The Zenith is mine, when she's beside ?

That lost though I may be, in worldly glory
Its SHE who writes, n directs my story ?

That should  the whole World stand by, n prant n sneer,
I can still close my eyes, n walk her way sans fear ?


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A Motherless Child

Life wasn't suppose to turn out this way
I still ask God why even up to this day
How could he allow this to be
The tears, the pain doesn't he see
Imagine you were my first funeral that i had to attend
How can one lose not only her mother but her very best friend
I am grateful for the time we had
But thinking of you still makes me sad
There are to many bumps along this road
sometimes i don't know how i can carry this load
Pray, Pray, Pray is what you would say
Ask God and he will help you find the way
So give me the strength O Lord to stay strong
Even when things are going wrong
As I sit at your grave making sure the flowers are in place
I ask God for one more time to see your beautiful face
Although I don't see you I feel you are near
Holding me tight taking away my fear
There are times in a girl's life that only her mother could relate
Not having you here during those moments are the times I hate
I miss your laugh and your smile
But I will always wonder why I am a motherless child

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Her heart,
Her heart bled for them all
And yet, she could not reach them
Teach them
Or help them understand
Anything beyond their fear

Acts of will power kept her hoping
All the while coping
With the destruction
They would inevitably leave
And still she’d believe
In them, giving them
Another chance

All acts of deepening were met with resistance
That ancient dance
Of false bravado

Wings off of fly’s, they were still being born
And far too many stillborn
Had the hearts of the ancients

They see one dimensional
Seeking the power and the glory
To cover up the inadequacy
To hide their story
From the beginning of time

She is patient
Even in her grief
As heart is ripped out again and again
Love to hatred in a struggle of shame
Verses blame
In the court of Humanity

Their vanity
Sometimes amazed her
Their density almost crazed her
And their obstinace
And choice of circumstance
Puzzled her

The cursing, the fighting, the horror and pain
Is excruciating, as it begins again, and again

But she is too patient
She waits with sweet Breath held
Soft whisperings meld
With the moonlight
Urging them to remember how
To allow

Even just take the time to
In each sunset
And sunrise ever seen.
And remember it’s all a dream
Brought to this place
This last hurrah race
To the finished line

Needed was the whole time line
So they could rewrite the script
Some were ready, some were equipped
They’d been evolving for thousands of centuries after all
They were martyred, some, or sealed behind a wall
Yet undaunted returning
In time for the burning
Of witches.
Teardrops in memory served
As the only marker of those times
And words
Cannot convey the pain
Of the betrayal Judas spoke
In her name.
Still she awaits
Never hesitates
In her loving.

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Sweet Siesta

There is one thing so comforting,
so warm and cozy it does bring
a smile or perhaps, a hand clap:
its all about an afternoon nap.

My grandmother and I
in the cool of an afternoon would lie
with tummies full of tomato soup
and listen to Arthur Godfrey's group
while slowly our eyes would droop
and we would snooze for an hour or so
waking refreshed and ready to go.

Many years passed for me
in the work-a-day world would be
no thoughts of naps or rest
at the office pace we did our best.

Then, in time came this old me
and every day along about three
comes a breathless spell that seems to say
upon your bed you'd best now lay.

And so I go and settle the quilt
so cozy and warm my spirit is spilt
back in time to that other day
when grandmother and I would lay.
So now I snuggle way into a sweet trap
and Mister and I take our little nap.

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Baptism by Colors

The Christmas lights shine while the temple bells
Toll. The baby lies bloody on the bed- 'delivered'.
Its dusk, a shade of grey dusk but again a dark blue
Around the corner; not a sound did roll nor did light
Strike and it slept. Hush baby... they will come! Among
Her broken toys and impaled dolls she sleeps like the
Child of time- she is black.

Again, the star shined and the bells tolled and they came- all over her,
They trampled and burnt her sins away. Smoke and soot and hell fire
Rained everyday and she took it all in. Like the voracious petals of the
Venus fly trap, those lips of hers engulfed them and stayed content.
It lay in the night... At least she had the night. She was content. Slowly
The saffrons, the whites and the greens entered her hollow being
Day after day and she did not know where they came from.

Even the one to be delivered that rested inside her grew impatient.
It broke free and she lost. It was buried amidst the fanfare and
Ho hum of those colors. The same colors that devoured her sins
And had her delivered, and now they lie in constant wait for the
Reigns to break so the stake is theirs to burn. The witch must burn.
The Green must burn, the saffron must be severed and the white
blackened they thought.

The witch died, and so did they but not the colors. As the
Child in time sleeps under every roof, so does those black eyes
With glowing fangs, under the bed. Just below the flesh
And the wooden bed, you can hear it breathe and crave blood
And carnage. Every street, every devil's bend, every wall bears
Its name. Yet it hides, kills, plunders and hides. Yet another
Deliverance and another coming against the eclipsed sun.

Tomorrow if a life is born I shall warn and mourn and curse
The deliverance coz the colors will lie in wait under its bed.
Sharp talons and itchy fingers waiting for it to blossom and
Tear it up in pieces. Yes! This is our deliverance... We all shall
Be delivered some day. But, I hope my child of time is colorblind
And comatose- Maybe dead. For then it wont hear the evil crawling
Under its bed, see them on the streets and  feel them inside itself.

That day will be her baptism and maybe she will wake...

© Malyaban Lahiri

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Delicate purity
Softly pallid
None akin
Of affection and beauty

Seraphic tears 
Sodden snippets
Of yesterdays 
Without order
Devolving back
To nothingness

Amorous and beautiful
But so cold

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' Dissertation On Beauty ... '

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And Revealed Hostility
In Hearts
Made Attraction-Desirability
… Depart

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

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

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

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

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

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My Child

You are the one I live for, 
You are the one I would die for. 
You are the reason I try everyday, 
enjoying the simple pleasures,
Like watching you play.
Your amazing in everything you do,
It's unbelievable just how fast you grew.
It seems like yesterday the first time I felt you kick,
the thought of being without you makes me feel sick. 
I watch you sleeping hoping you'll be okay,
praying to God I can keep you another day.
You are my miracle I can't believe, 
but the truth is one day you will up and leave. 
Your on your way to being a man,
But never forget I am your biggest fan. 
I love you with all my heart,
I hope we will never be too far apart.
You are my light helping me through,
What life brings although I never knew.
Just what a child would mean to me,
Until the day it came to be,
When I saw your little face for the first time,
I knew exactly why I was alive,
To be your mother, protector, and provider
And this all serves as a reminder,
You are my life baby, for as long as I am here,
You are my world, you sweet little dear.
 I love you so much, I could never deny,
How much love I felt for you the first time I heard you cry.
So I end this now with one last thing,
You will never know what life may bring. 
But one thing will remain true,
The amount of love that I feel for You.
I love you baby and always will,
For you are my world and my heart you completely fill.

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The Devine Rose

Red Rose time beauty most Devine leave your children the vine. 
Mother of the Life most clear expresses her joy's most Devine. 
Let us cleave to many dark brought back from the Abyss May. 
Purple Hail the Mother children--take back those who seek it. 
Leave the abyss to it and awake it not for the children Devine. 
Medals of time sway you not from your Blue Devine's purposes. 
Let the children to the Devine be swayed not. 
Mary Mother world to you I commit Lover's Dew. 
Your Son is most Royal Devine, love, sweetness and hope.

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peculiar as repeated

Some might say unexpected disruption on the pace.
Peculiar to indivual who became delirious.
Some might say rules enforced their circumstances.
Hope in despair creates leaders of aloof nation.
Kill its son in thousands without calling it a massacre.


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To many problems

It’s about that time that I grow up and see that my family is getting to out of hand.
My momma is acting crazier than she’s ever in her life.
Over a man, over the way she treats me and my sisters, to just all family 
She acts like she 7 years old, always going crying to somebody because things 
ain’t going her way.
To make it like me and my sister Tyesha is the bad guys.
I hate the fact that I have to sit and see it all go down, but what can I do.
I’m almost grown.
To many problems in my life, that needs to be fixed,
Or too many people are going to be hurt including me.
I hate my life right now, and that’s sad to say.
But with everything going on with me that how I felt for a long time now.
It looks like I’ll be leaving home in a little bit, but I don’t want to do that.
I’m still scared to be on my own in life, I don’t really know what to do.
Too many problems is making me have another nerves breakdown, I don’t have 
time for it.
I’m a senior now, and I need to do what I need to do and get out of here.
I have too many problems in my life that I hate to talk about but I need to.
So to all my problems please leave me alone, and let me be.
So I’m go start praying to God to help me though things that’s going to make me 
a better person.

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With a Blink of an Eye

I was once six  months old and full of fun, with a blink of an eye, I was suddenly one.  
I know I was a handful, and at times you wondered what to do, but by the time you had the
answers, I went and turned two.  
When I was two, I was still so helpless and dependent on you.  
So many things, I myself could not manage to do.  
Independence took over when I turned three.  
It's frustrating at times when you're yelling at me.  
Soon I'll be four, your little boy, only a while more.  
Father time will soon come and close that childhood door.  
Then will come school and I know we'll both cry.  
But with tears will come growth as we say our good byes.  
You might be at wits end, when I'm rambunctious and ten.  
But when I turn thirteen you'll wish me that age once again.  
Then there will be bruises and there will be tears.  
There will girls in just a few more years.  
There will be fights and there will be hugs.  
There will mistakes, but none will be with drugs.  
Times will be tough but I know you'll always understand.  
Mom, you blinked again, and now I am a MAN!

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Last time

 The last time he said he loved me,
 The only time saying it on his own
 The only time I could really see
 He thought being with me was where he belonged
 The day a distant memory
 I will always see so clearly
 Because we will always share a bond
 So I may never hear his voice again, 
 Or remember how hard I cried
 Because I knew we were only what could have been,
 And we had a love that would die
 Once I thought there'd be a different ending
 Much different than the one I know now
 Never knowing I'd end up spending, 
 Every day a new beginning,
 With a daughter he'll never know anything about

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Love Me

I'm just a little embryo,
No bigger than a pea.
You don't even show;
Nobody can see me.

I am there, inside of you,
Developing as time goes by.
No need to confirm it's true,
Only time will prove it's not a lie.

You love and nurture me,
Although you're really scared.
You'll make a great Mommy,
Even though you weren't prepared.

All I need is love to help me grow,
Good friends and a caring family.
You'll do your best, I know;
All I ask is that you love me unconditionally.

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tell me why?

things used to be ok at least ok to wana get by,
things have kept on changing, now i sit and cry.
i miss the way we got along, the good times and the bad,
now we are split apart, separate, lonely and sad.

We have been together all the way, separate us, no one could, 
We had eachother, we got eachother, in a way no 1 understood.
No one knew except me and you, the confusion in our minds,
She screwed us up, we wernt having much luck, but we got along without her just 
fine fine.

She told us things that were not true, to get the attention she craved, 
Then she left us as if we meant nothing.. were we badly behaved?
As we grew we found out for ourselves the kind of person she had become,
And the way she was was not our fault, it was nothing we had done.

She was meant to protect us, she was ment to care, 
Why didn’t she want us, why its not fair.
She wernt there to wipe our tears or give us a kiss goodnight,
Instead she would tell us bad things that wernt true, really gave us a fright.

As time went on I thought she would change, for her childrens sake,
But I was wrong, she didn’t care, her loving attitude was fake.
Even when we were settled down in a new home starting over fresh, 
She didn’t like it , she didn’t want us happy, so she caused a big mess.

That’s all shes done throughout our lives, tried to ruin anything good we had, 
We did nothing wrong, we were just kids, she had no right to make us sad. 
But all this time I new we would be ok as long as we stuck together,
Live our lives not caring what she thought, wernt gona let her get to us never! 

But then u went and did something that I never thought u would do, 
Went back to the one person, who never once cared for you. 
All those years she left you crying after telling you a lie, 
All the broken promises and false hopes, so why? Tell me why?
Why did you go back to her, surely you new it would be a mistake,
I cant believe you left me, just another promises to break.

You were the one person I could rely on, you understood what I felt,
But then you changed and became like her just caring about yourself.
I not giving up on you, I cant, I never ever wana lose touch,
I just want the sister I no back cos I am missing you so much.

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A Mother's Love ..For A Child So Young In Need

Tonight was my son's christmas concert and memorial for a little girl named 
Her life was tragically taken at seven in a half years old
By a highway ramp that was to short in length to emerge
I was so proud of my son for ttrying and preparing himself for this evening
You see the last week he has taken this hard
I bought him a new suit and even let him pick out the flower he wanted to wear on 
his jacket
A pink rose
He looked so handsome and shined like the prince he is
The very end there was a slideshow of Emily
First picture  I shedded a tear while he sat there amongst his friends sitting ever 
so quiet
When it was finished the lights came on
There he was coming to me all teary eyed
All I could do was hold him so tight and share his pain
I kneeled over and held him like there was no-one around us
It was a moment that continued even in the car ride home
This is a time in my life I could finally see he really knew what it felt like to taste 
the bitterness of a loss
He's six years old tommorow and as he got out of the car
He held his hands in the air with such hatred 
Begging her to come back
Tell me how do I explain this to him
Repeatedly saying "I miss you"
I love you so much
Why Emily
Pretty pretty please
To hear those words and see his actions of anger
Is so painful
I did what a mother would do
I stood there with him let him vent
I held him and rubbed his back
We came in the house and I put his pyjamas on
I  tucked him into bed and held him
Cried with him and comforted him
I told him about the goodness she brought in this world and how God must of  
truly needed her
I cried with him till he could'nt cry no more
I was there for him and in the end he turned to me and said "I really love you"
Sang him a song and hummed until he fell asleep
It's time like these you the importance of loving a child to no extent
God bless him and Emily's family for having the strength to carry on when they 
were at their weakest

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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

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Lingering Moments

Thy precious golden leaves of time
Only within a child they shine.
Lingering moments of a mother
Watching her little ones grow
A moment of silence
Beyond thought of her earthly guidance
She knows that yesterdays and tomorrows
Love will carry them on through life.
As night drifts in reaching out are arms
For goodnight hugs in belief that shields them from harm.
Her voice is softly spoken she whispers gifts of love will always be there.
Hold them closely within your heart to share.
She watches them sleep with a feeling of tenderness
She kisses her precious little ones with gentleness.
Knowing the touch of their smiles the echoes of their laughter lingers.
Lifetime moment remembering every part of then from their toes to their fingers
All of her joy is fulfillment in itself for nothing can measure.
She is a mother capturing moments of pleasures.
She feels her children are her priceless treasures.
Through laughter and tears
In her heart are lingering moments of those years.
Those given moments are memories she holds so dear.
She is a grandmother looking upon thee gifts of love.
That has been held closely to their hearts, she prays for them up above.
The precious golden leaves of time
Only within thy precious gifts of love they shine.

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I Stand Alone

One more time it burns at night
As the tears fall
I can't remember the last time I cried
I can't explain how much I hate or love myself
But do I lie if I say I feel the same way about you?
This lullaby is only in my head
The real world is the one you represent
Why can't I see you in the mirror?
Father, mother I stand alone
And I can't face the world
As I choke on reality's sick and twisted game
I see my life and I just can't stand it
As I bear you and the one's you've handled
Where did she go
As you held me in your arms
Once again I lay here at night
As a skyward son consumed by things gone wrong
God I can't explain how much I miss her
As I kneel in tears asking her to come back
This guilt is a part of me alone
This emptiness the one I represent
Why can't I see me in the mirror?
Father, mother I stand alone
And I can't face the world
As I choke on reality's sick and twisted game
I see my life and I just can't stand it
As I bear you and the one's you've handled
Where did she go
As you held me in your arms

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Epoch a Lipstick...

Here’s the arm of my giddy on…
It’s a pity that’s it’s not what you’re expecting
Inspections detected a mention 
Called weapons of mass destruction
What freaking moron would build such things
Pretending to tend to the important Beings
Lending to send such meaningless meanings
Keeping the freeKin’ fearing sound, 
on the ground?

Displeased, the lipstick came out…

Mislead was the message I shout!
Inspections detected a mention
That a moron’s moronic notion
Is to control and rule the ocean…

The vision was clear….
Pissed off and quick you hear…
A big Mother took her kid by the ear.
Nothing in the world did the poor chap fear
Except the color of lipstick, the Mother would wear.

Next thing you know
There was lightening in the snow
Zipper sounds from the clouds I say
Lines in the sky and they made me sway
The color of blue was to change this day.

Oracle triggers triggered safety valves
On maple leaves and written in halves
Visions clear in the windless rain
Nothing gets to work, if the works in vain.
Drastic peace and solutions in the wind.

Getty up Scout…
Nothings perfect.

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My Mother

Here is a precious person, someone I know well, the thought of life without her I could never tell. Growing up I took for granted moments I cannot replace, They have now become memories I am unable to erase. I wish I took more time to show her how much I truly care, there was so much of myself I could have learned to share. But that is the past, today I have something I want to give, Because with her in my life, she keeps encourging me to live. No matter my mistakes I feel there is nothing I need to hide, There is a trust between us I know I will always be able to confide. Over time I see myself becoming more and more like her, A Spirit of Compassion carrying the kind of love that's pure. I'm thankful for my Mother, she is an angel wo carries me through, Without seeing her daily in my life, I don't know what I would do. written by : Heather Marie

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Growing up you were a rock.
You raised us all the best you could
Never showing weakness
Never thinking you should.

But I remember Mama
I remember seeing your tears
Not sure if it was pain or frustration
Or just out of fear.

Cancer has entered your life
A breast it will claim
But Mama you’re still a woman
Don’t hang your head in shame.

It will take time to heal
That’s always what they say
And I know you’re so scared
So today I kneeled to pray.

I asked Him
To give you the strength
To see beyond what is.
To give you peace
And know that you are
And will always be loved.
I asked Him to hold you
In His arms
To wipe away your tears
That you still do not want
To show your children.
And I asked Him
To give you faith
That you will heal
Not only physically
But emotionally as well.

We are your rocks now
Its your time to rest
You’re staying with us Mama
For that we are truly blessed

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Faces In the Fire

On those cool summer evenings when coyotes haunt the night
And the campfire is dying—burning low, then flaring bright,
A cowboy plays harmonica while others sing and hum
While down by the chuck wagon a lonely guitar does strum.

A few pokes like Lon Stonecipher stare silent at the fire,
Imagining old friends and folks in times both dear and dire.
Lon sees and talks to faces that flicker in gold flames—
He asks them of the weather—remembers all their names.

“There’s Delton and Rosella, old Burlin and Rob Alcorn,
There’s that sweet Renata Robins that kissed me one June morn.
There’s Cal Shirlo and Spud Scanlon, that both died in the war,
And Addie Belle from Abilene that said she’d love no more.”

Cowpokes yawned and nodded—on this wild words did not dwell—
They knew the man he used to be, but this was just his shell.
The faces in the fire gave him comfort and offered hope,
They were his last salvation—without them he could not cope.

Lon stared into the fire for many hours before sleep—
His rest was fitful, frenzied—never calm, peaceful or deep.
And often he’d awake and gaze mournfully once again
Into those glowing embers in search of friend or kin.

“I can see my last saddle pal, young Mathew Leatherwood
And a Dodge City gambler that I shot right where he stood.
I see my dear grandmother and my sister Anna Lee—
My grandpa and brother Jim, who died at the age of three.”

The fire burned low and so did Lon out on that prairie bow,
But this was as it always was, at least until just now.
“I see you, ma—I see you, pa—your faces smile at me,”
So said old Lon one last time, drifting upon a prairie sea.

They buried Lon Stonecipher right out on that cold, dark land—
And right beside him built a blaze as hot as they could stand.
Then they watched the flames dance, and stared long into that pyre,
And to this day some still swear, Lon’s face was smiling in that fire.



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Darling boy



Monkey arms swing by your side,
You still love steam-trains 'cause of Thomas.

Simple and pure as the dew are your desires,
Your smile more real than the sun's first rays.

A heart untainted 
...but unrefined.
Right now it never can be mine.
My heart caves in.

Baby boy, I'm not your mother,
Puppy eyes beg me to smother
You, your heart, our life together.
An Oedipus complex we just can't weather.

Darling I need more than you give
We're not dead but we don't know how to live
My darling, my baby, my love, my hope
Ebbs quietly, softly away with my smile.

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Stop. wait. no. why?
why can't i stop, i cry
I cry out your name in my dark and dismal room
waiting for you to end this gloom
inside my heart and inside my head
all i can do is cry before bed
why did you leave and why were you taken from me
it wasn't your time but you had to leave
you fought and fought and i love you for that
but all i can think now is where are you at?
are you happy are you safe are you happier now?
I tried to cope but i didn't know how
i miss you so much you could never guess
sometimes i still cry and find myself a mess
but im ok and ill be alright
just give me some time cause ill need to fight
this anger this hurt and agony and hate
but ill pull through and learn to accept this fate
I love you and will see you again someday
I know you watch over me always yes today
we will meet up again though i don't know where
i know when i pass you will be there

For my grandmother Susan Lavinia Howe <3

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A Mother's Love

A mother’s love is a rare and special thing,
It’s like being carried on an eternal wing.
As you listen to the sound of her precious voice,
When she gives you life, it’s the right choice!
The moment the doctor laid you in her arms,
You feel safe and especially warm.
Once you look up to see your mother’s face,
Her heart is over joy and begins to race.
A mother’s love should never be taken lightly,
She makes you feel secure and holds on tightly.
As she watches you begin to grow,
She wants to teach you everything she knows.
She tries to instill the morals and value of life,
so that you may make somebody a good husband or a good wife.
She listens to everything you have to say,
She will make time for you no matter what comes her way.
Sometimes she faces struggles as hard as they seem,
She wants you to live up to your potential and pursue your every dream.
She can see so much inside of you until you don’t understand,
Don’t worry she won’t mislead you; just hold on to her hand.
A mother’s love goes beyond the duty and beck of a call,
She wants to guarantee and hope that you will never fall.
Every time you get hurt she wants to wipe away your tears,
With her guidance and strength, you can face your fears.
Don’t take advantage of your mother’s love,
You can slip it on your hand, like a perfect glove.
I would like to dedicate this poem to all the mothers that are still here,
Just to look at my mother one more time, it will definitely bring on tears.
My mother died at the young age of forty-two,
It was something hard for me, my brothers, and sisters to go through.
Even though my mother is not here, she’s still in my heart,
I thank God for giving me a brand-new start!
I’m going to cherish every moment me and my mother had,
The beautiful smile on her face made me feel glad.
So each time I see a pure white and innocent dove,
It makes me think of a mother’s L-O-V-E

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It was such a simple act but it had a significant meaning
the Disciples had no idea what the Lord Christ was gleaning
they had witnessed His death with their own eyes
and could not grasp the concept that He would still be alive
the Disciples thought He was a ghost and were very confused
the silence was then pierced by the words that Jesus did use
"peace unto you", was what He did say
"peace unto you", were the words He said that day
He did not come at them with the spirit of condemnation
He came with forgiveness and the offer of salvation
He came to give them the power of hope over their despair
He came to let them know that God will always be near
the Lord Christ showed them the power in His righteous hands
He showed them the nail marks that were a result of His enemies plans
He spoke to Thomas that day and told him to rebuke that spirit of doubt
For I am standing before you, now let your belief system win out

He died for us so that we may again have eternal life
His helping hands nailed to the cross, the ultimate sacrifice
from the murky waters of sin and the mired mud of death
He looked beyond our sins when He gave His last breath
those nail pierced hands that had for the people broken bread
those nail pierced hands that were always spirit-led
those nail pierced hands that put many miracles into place
those nail pierced hands full of God's mercy and grace
with a head to hear, a heart to love and holding out our hands to serve
it's our total faith, belief and devotion that our Savior deserves

on a cold December night at the time of my birth
my grandmother was the instrument that brought me onto this earth
I was a breach baby and I would have surely died
if my grandmother had not done what was needed for me to survive
she was an unschooled midwife but possessed a wealth of common sense
she knew to sterilize her hands so in scalding water them she rinsed
she reached inside my mother's womb and turned me around
it was at that precise moment that my true destiny was handed down
and until the day she died she worn those scars on her hands
a reminder that my very existence was a part of God's master plan
she handed Him her hands to give me the breath of life
and as a result today I'm  pastor, a true disciple of the Lord Christ
so hand Him your hands, let your faith become bold
hand Him your hands and welcome others into the fold
hand Him your hands, it's time for our hope to be rebuilt
hand Him your hands and receive the spirit to help and to heal

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A Mother's Words

Be strong and be careful, be smart and be wise,
Let no mask fool you, no clever disguise,
Always feel beautiful for if you do, you inside will be,
Even if the outside doesn’t seem, and your eyes can’t see through,
Laugh all the time and laugh loud, even if it is not perfect,
Just to laugh you should be proud,
Stay true to yourself and do what you feel, think not only with your head
But with your heart and the choices you make will be real,
Don’t be afraid to make mistakes it’s the best way to learn, everybody gets hurt, it’s 
healing that’s the challenge, not the crash and burn,
Call when you need anything no matter what time, for this call
Could mean life or death so a few minutes to spare is definitely fine,
Sing loud and let your unique voice be heard by all, if you hit a bad note let it go 
don’t let your voice fall,
For it might make someone’s day, no matter what anyone feels the need to say,
Be nice to all, for in your time of need, whether you do or do not call, 
Your generosity will be more than justified with an equally grateful deed,
Life is a gift given to you, by the one who made the birds, 
When you realize the significance of this gift, you will then perceive
The value of a mother’s words.

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how i felt before my mom got well

I have not seen my mother in a while.
I have these dreams where she comes back.
when she comes back it feels as if I'm in a fairy tale.
It's like there can be no wrong.
It's as if God made us perfect.
All I lost I found.
The sun rose over the empty sky and made where there was a forever lasting 
cold night a warm bright day.
An emotional nuclear bomb wiped out all hate. Breaking down the barriers of 
insecurity to bring out the harbored bitterness stored deep inside releasing all 
feelings, and there was nothing but understanding and love left.
All this happened the day she came back.
Then i woke from my dream to my nightmare, and I realized what i felt was like a 
fairy tale was just that a tale. 
When I woke: I could find no right, but wrong was all around.
When I woke: I was no longer in Gods world of perfection, yet I found myself in 
the devils world of corruption.
When I woke: There was no sun to bring day just cold darkness in the sky of the 
everlasting night.
When I woke: There were many unspoken words, bottled up feelings, and 
bitterness stored deep in the middle of my soul.
Even when I was awake she came back, but she didn’t stay and every time i 
waited for her when she left.
When she did come back i pleaded with her to take care of my brother and sister. 
I let her know we needed her guidance, wisdom, love, and compassion.
I weep every time she leaves, but it seems she shows no sympathy toward these 
needs or me because she yet keeps leaving.
I get angry so angry I feel my mother is some what of a black widow, but the 
sorrow she caused me and my sister and brother. I would sometimes call her 
Queen of Black Widows.
She earns this title by loving and caring for you where you can’t live without her. 
When I sleep i have dreams about her. Then she leaves and you can’t stop 
thinking about her. It overwhelms me so much I can’t breathe without her. It feels 
as if you die inside slowly leaving nothing but sorrow so all I can do is cry. 
I would go on but there’s nothing else to tell , so i wait till she comes back if she 
has not died i hope she took my advice and gave her life to god so she wont go 
to hell.
This is how I felt before my mom got well.

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The Happening

The Happening

It was a happening of that moment
None has expected that
It happened suddenly as a lightning
That happened with absolute perfection
None can blame or degrade it
Such a perfect happening has happened
as the arrival of a first rain drop from the sky
But none has time to enjoy  or
to astonish of that happening
Every one is moving with desires
to hunt money in the concrete jungle
I wondered! on His superb creation
That white Pup has come out from mother’s womb
it howled gently  and
moved to his mother for milk
 That mother was still in fatigue
But none has time to enjoy  or
to astonish of that happening
Every one is moving with desires
to hunt money in the concrete jungle

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Mother In The Mirror

When I look in the mirror
I don't like what I see
Sometimes I wonder
Who IS this woman looking back at me

Once my hair was long and brown
My lips a rosy red
I hardly recognize this woman
With the thin white hair on her head

The once sparkling blue eyes
Look so tired and  faded
The lovely life I used to live
Has left me feeling jaded

I guess I must get used to this
One way or another
It's just that I don't see ME anymore
It's like I'm looking at my MOTHER

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Missing Mommy

There comes a time for everyone
a time to go on your own.

There are some sighns, unmitsakable ones
thay tell me that your grown.

I know it's natural,I know it's right
but it hurts real bad, makes my chest feel tight.

I know your time is coming soon
PLEASE, PLEASE, let me be MOMMY one more night.

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I remember

I remember the first time I saw your face
Thursday Nov 11, 04 at 8:22 p.m was when my pride and joy arrived.
I remember the first time I changed your diapers.
I even remember your first word “Daddy”.
I remember when I laid eyes on you and I fell in love.
I remember all the times we fought on the floor.
Now at 3 years old, I love you even more.
Thanks to you Tai’Yon my world as changed.
My reason worth living for, my son, my everything. I love you!!

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nothing to say.

As I sit and write I find it hard to tell-a story of a man a story hard to sell
as a child fatherless was his greatest gift -you see his mother was both, as if
through good times and bad-the woman alway made him fill he had a dad
stand strong,stand tall- loving words she gave as she never would crawl,
she knew her fillings she could never show-you see tears were never part as you know,
she worked hard and did her best-but time after time life brought her a test,
he left when the forth was three months old-days were hot as the nights were cold
another man leaves another child-yet she was positive always with a smile,
seven kids she gave life-seven kids yet left lonely and cold ...the forgotten wife,
poverty and cancer were her biggest fights-I think it was loneliness in the night,
as her kids grew and left her alone-most cried about there dad never being home,
with there life's lost in regret-one moved forward giving her the up most respect,
time went on as her eyes faded like night-he could see she no longer wanted to fight,
she dried her tears and put on that smile-you know son I felt this way for awhile,
listening to her he seen life took it's toll-his mom his light grew old,
as tears fell from all eyes- lying her to rest he remembered being by her side,
he found happiness as the birds carried her away-moms gone to a better place today
no more tears no more lonely nights-looking around he seen this was now there fight,
they all raged and cried-not this one he had opened up his eyes,
to this day there still looking-for him his life was her smile and up he was looking,
years have past and came the news-the eldest father was ill and dew,
as they asked with remorse-he never bated an eye he never lost changed course,
it may sound mean even a bit cold-but you see his dad passed as the story told,
only one made him who he is-she rest above with a smile just like his,
he has no regret or anger-he didn't know the man who was his father,
nothing bad to say nothing good-she was my dad and this I understood. 

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relax for a while
take in the silence
the dark emptiness
regroup all lost thoughts
regain all lost control
be ready to start a new day
fresh from the moment you awake

silence no more
busy schedule
not enough time to do it all
headaches, migraines
all in a days hard work
yet at the same time
can't help but feel so bored

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In These Eyes of Mine

In the glow of the day, rise the shadows of a dark night where I come free.
Walking slow yet running with hot flames drenched by my body soiled, I am here.
My walk, my life, I stand with this seed.
Taking me down, all the way because I am the only one who care’s.
In these eyes of mine, let the Sun make glow of my hair!
In the depths of the Oceans may the Mountains peak, I am free.
Stroking slowly, yet rock climbing with the pain of broken rocks, I go there.
My depth and my height I stand with this need.
Rolling me around, all the way because I am the only one who share’s.
In these eyes of mine, let the Mountain make depth of my care.
In the brightness of the Stars lingers a magical gleam, all scattered and free.
Breathing slowly, yet desperate for the air to give my last and final breath, I am there.
My deepest, my highest, I stand with this greed.
Pulling me down to the ground all of the way because I am here!
In these eyes of mine, let the Stars make bright of my fear.
These eyes of mine give to you this planted seed with all of my prayers.

®Registered: Ann Rich 1999

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Now tell me what is this thing, what does it represent?

Will we be able to comprehend it’s meaning to our heart’s content?

Why does it fill the soul with such a strange wonderment?

Making us feel and cherish our life’s every moment


The way it makes us feel is like we are being nourished

The earth’s love and warmth making us flourish

Thinking of mother earth’s love that we all cherish

Without the gifts of the earth humankind will perish


It is but truly fitting to make a bell out of the image

To wake up those whose thoughts had been sleeping in this age

We may not be as wise I and as intelligent as the bygone royal sage

But we should know that a battle against evil in this time should be waged

Now even the weather system is suddenly changing

Our dear mother earth’s health is slowly failing

We are having worldwide disasters that are alarming

Effects of what is called everywhere as global warming

Do we stay deaf to the earth’s mournful call?

Can’t we hear it calling, can’t we hear it toll?

Will we be a part of mankind’s end, the human race’s downfall

In saving our dear mother’s life shouldn’t we give our all?

There is evil destruction being done to nature and we know it well

Destroying trees, killing animals just to have something to sell

Destroying the environment wantonly, creating our own hell

It’s time to hark, and hear the call of the earth mother bell

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i have something to say

hey, darling, so good to see you
the girl with you looks like sin....
compared to mom

during the day. 
sister sits at the
door waiting for you
each day

as for me,  if anyone 
asks me,
believe me
i would be quick to say........

whomever makes mama
sad will have to deal
with daughter some day.

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With or Without You

I used to catch the twinkle in the corner of your eye
salty water spraying from your hair into the sky

"What were you dreaming when I saw you floating by?"
"I closed my eyes and counted up a million butterflies..."

We watched the sun slip slowly down
and cooled our feet in the sand
Shells on my knees and the warm summer breeze
slip like the sea through my hands

"Salt is good for your skin", you say.
(I'm too tired to shower anyway)
Sleep is a continuous rocking wave
and it meets my shore at the end of the day.

With you: I'm an ocean, miles deep.
Without you, I must hibernate in winter sleep
and dream of the summer's cast on the beach
when the twinkle in your eyes was within my reach.

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Remember when we was small
Growing up in ste Madeleine
Going down the line
And by the pond now and then

Like the long Palm lace street 
That leads to the sugar factory gate
We would play all-day 
An always come home late

The first time I smoke a cigarette
My grandmother said
She says if god wants you to smoke
He would put a chimney on my head

Time will come and go
But words will least forever
 Every thing she said

And as I journey thru age
My mind are so occupied
With the needs of every day life
Trying to keep my soul satisfy

And some times I would look up
At the stars so bright 
And wonders if my grandmother 
Knows I’m thinking of her tonight

I am sure you all remember
 A grand mother’s word to
And when you think of it now
You know it’s true

One time on a cruise
When the ship’s whistle blow
I look up at the chimney
An remembers her words long go

Now I try to play tricks 
With way she use to talk
Use it everyday outside 
When I go for my little walks

Now I use her Philosophy
To every thing around me
And put her Terminology
To Work for all to see

If god wanted us to fight wars
 He wouldn’t give us hands
 Will give us grenades, and guns
And imprint our face with war plans

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Lullaby To My Children

Hush for now... Go to sleep
A new day will soon arrive
Always know that... I'll love you
And your mother does too
No matter what... we will always
Love you just the same
You are special... created from love
And we won't give you away

Don't let others... discourage you
For they don't... love you like we do
Just remember... my love won't fade from you
And be sure to... cherish your mom like I do...

Unlike other... parents
We won't just disown you
Even if you've... done bad
The love will still be there
Though it may... seem like
We don't when we punish you
But always know... that we only
Do because we love you

Don't worry for now... You'll understand soon
Just wait until... You have little ones like you
In due time you'll... Know how we feel
For this is how... True love really is...

Just remember... my love won't fade from you
And be sure to... cherish your mom like I do
Don't let others... discourage you
For they don't... love you like we do
In due time you'll... Know how we feel
For this is how... True love really is...

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Mothers and Daughters

moody and blue
whatever became of you
somedays i can't even
that i know you

how we used to
laugh and play
holding hands
most of our yesterdays

your dreams
were splashes of sunshine
pillars of hope
visions of imaginary time

now, your reality
shivers with fear
you push me away
of my bitter tears

mothers and daughters
like forces of electricity
they unite then divide
streams  of love and malicity

without warning
you jolt our being 
creating chaos
sorrow without any meaning

lashing out
you yell and stare
spilling your anger
the urgency to care

like a tornado
with a bitter torment
you swirl us around 
your apathy and contempt

finally, caressing moments
balance the injuries and the pain
we hold on and hug one anothet
for our love to forever be the same

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A Passion

Two A.M. mother nature's alarm clock goes off
Quickly to the nursery to see that diapers soft
Touch his little bottom that is  very clean
This little baby would never be treated mean

Five A.M. to the kitchen to prepare a breakfast feast
Hoping they will enjoy eggs, biscuits, and chopped beef
Six A.M. bath time  for the baby boy
He will enjoy playing with his rubber toy

Seven A.M. arrange fresh flowers
Give instructions to the maid, figure hours
She is paid, write her check and letters
While listening to the intercom for any tiny stirs

Time to play with baby and take him for a stroll
Back in time to freshen up for lunch  is baked sole
But little baby boy back into his bed
He will need a nap to rest his little head

The house needs some extra touches
For tonight we entertain guests the Cliches
Hope that our homes is a perfect place
Our rooms will enough space

The baby boy is now awake I need to play
With him for heavens sake
Go away cobbwebbs, Go away
For baby boys don't have time to wait

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She Watched

She watched him take her away
This child she'd given birth to
She watched her nurse the first time
Feeling it through and through
She watched her take her first steps
With fear and joy alike
She watched her walk in the school
And learn to ride her first bike
She watched her talk on the phone
And fix her makeup just right
She watched her put on the dress
And go to her first prom night
She watched her walk across the stage
With pride and many tears
She watched her pack for college
And remembered the early years
She watched her put on the veil
And gave her something new
She watched him take her away
This man she was married to.

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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,
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.

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She makes sure that you have every day clean clothes to wear
and she makes sure that you have three hot meals awaiting for you on the table,
Whenever you get sick she nurses you back to health with plenty of tender, loving, 
she sees to you being better and able.
Whenever you are feeling down and blue
she is the best friend that you need,
She never gets too busy to take out the time to comfort you
she is there during your time of need.
She is there for you throughout your many crushes
as well as your first date,
She continues to be there for you throughout your many love interests
she is even there to wipe away your tears when you experience your first heart-
She is always there for you through the thick and the thin
and the numerous highs and lows of your life,
There are many times when
she still continues to make that loving sacrifice.
Her love is like a rock that is strong and sturdy
a safe shelter in a time of storm,
Her love is a true and most beautiful blessing
blessed by the sweet Lord above.
Her love is unique in every way
there is no other quite like it,
Be sure to tell her how much you love and appreciate her each and every day
be sure to never take her priceless love for granted.

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don't know why.

Calm as the ski's on this morning and as lonely as the song the birds sang,
 this was my birthday morning and what a morning to have the blues,
the 37 before never had me filling like I'm the first one in a chain gang,
I know,I know it's my party and I'll mope if I want to I just can't help to fill as I do,

As I close my eyes I know at this moment I should be back home,
Then there's no more sorrow or emptiness and I'll be happy on this day,
as I pour the coffee in silence wishing I could call you on the phone,
towards a cup and lip I wish you were here... yet in silence I stay,

So this is my birthday and this is how I fill,
wanting what I can't have...a talk with my mom and sharing a laugh, 
don't want to smile no need to celebrate I just want to take time to chill,
time to heal and time to recharge I'll do it on her behalf,
She never liked to see me down to her I was at my best when I smiled, 
she use to say your only as old as you fill so keep on being you my son,
it's hard to be happy when your moms not around to call you her child,
happy birthday  it just doesn't sound right today maybe tomorrow I'll have fun.

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A Breathing Life

A Pumping blood organ,
Feels pain,
When someone degrading  life,
Serving only by him.

Always having prosperity,
Thoughts and dreams,
Becomes living,
Blood runs through nerves.

Heart palpitates,
Fills a bladder of lungs.
Breath accelerates heart,
To breathing a life.

Blood, a Traveler,
Delivers happiness and sorrows,
Feels encouragement,
And discourages itself,
When it feels,
Someone had broken him.

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i swear

The little girl said "mama come and sit in here with me. " Then mama said "what do you want?"
she said "I am lonely."  "but I am right here in the next room and I am on the phone."  "mama I know 
that but I don't want to play alone- and I am lonely play with me."  is what her daughter said "Well it is 
about that time that you should be in bed."
The tears rolled down her little face from her mother's reply, then her mother wiped away the tears 
her daughter cried. "Baby please don't cry" she said "we have a lifetime here, I'll play with you 
tomorrow all day long okay? I swear." She tucked her into bed and kissed her on her dampened 
cheek, she didn't know that inside pumped a little heart too weak.
The next day came and then the same the conversation played now she would give anything to get 
back just one day. She sang to her that one last time and tucked her into bed she didn't know her 
routine would be changed for life instead.
"Baby please wake up!" she said "the doctor's on his way, please wake up so we can go outside and 
we can play!"  Her heart had stopped about midnight she had one final dream now her mother's 
tribulations echoed in her screams.
Her hands were cold her face was calm but had a certain daze of all the pain no longer felt about 
those lonesome days. It was too late her mama knew how much she really cared, but did her baby 
know she meant it every time she sweared? Her mother screamed and felt insane an unavailing cry 
and had to plead with God in disbelief her baby died.
"God please give her back to me God please this isn't fair, give me one more chance with her I'll 
make it up I swear!"

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To mom.

Good morning mom I hope your doing well, the last couple of days have been 
tough as you can tell, but we are doing whats right, these kids will have a safe 
place to sleep at night.

Hello mom I hope your at peace, for in our home we have your grand children my 
nephew and niece, all four please give us strength to do all we can, for you and 
the love you taught we lend a helping hand.

Hi mom did you see how happy they look now that there together, it reminded me 
when I was younger and my sisters and brothers, I`m glad we were able to 
remove this torn from your side, I hope your pain will subside.

Well mom I have to go, we have a lot to do this you know, mom look down on my 
wife and kids, they like I opened there hearts so they would have a place to live, 
in your honor, and with love we help your daughter.

Good bye mom as I look up above, for you and how you taught me to love, our 
hearts, our arms, our doors are open, to family and there time of need we help 
there pain end.

Till next mom when I need some one to talk to, I`ll look to the heavens for you, to 
you I show I kept my promise to care of them in there time of need, because 
there is that special little person I called mom inside of me.

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Mother and Dad

Mother was a beautiful soul. I miss her so.
Mother was a beautiful woman and girl, go
On and on I could. I would but there's Dad.
Most of the time he was happy, sometimes sad.
His big belly would belly laugh, grinning ear to ear.
I hear his booming voice still in the still of night tears.
Creeping out of house, quiet as a church mouse
To walk and talk with friends. Coming into house
One night, Dad offered to make me some pancakes.
He thought I had insomnia. I didn't corrrect his mistake.
Mother let me walk around the block smoking my cigarette.
Been doing it for forty-three years without any regret.
Mother would hide in the kitchen pantry to be funny.
She lived in Jacksonville, Florida - so warm and sunny.
She'd cook the most wonderful buffet dinners.
She was no sinner. Just a winner. My dad too.
He taught me how to tie my shoes and beat the blues.
He taught me how to tell time and do chores for a dime.
Childhood was a wonderful time for me. I was freedom.
Kingdom comes, wonderful things come to those who wait.
At the Golden Gate I will see Saint Peter, Jesus and God.
My body is bread, my blood is wine. No shrine have I built.
I have sinned. I have grinned. My life is without any guilt.
One brother was born of my Mother and Dad. I'm glad
I had the chance to love him with all my heart before he
Passed on. He's with Mother and Dad now. I'm still me.
A new family with kids and grandkids, a husband, father.
On my new journey now, I will go ever farther and farther.

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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

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Jesus and the angels

Two days before Christmas Eve in New York City.
A little girl named Hope had the heart of a giant at the age of seven years old.
Hope and her loving parents where all together decorating the Christmas tree.
Hope asked her mother, “Mommy will I ever see Jesus and all the angels”.
“One day when it’s your time”, said her mother.
“It would be nice to visit grandma again”, said Hope.
Her mother told her, “You know she’s always looking down on you”. 
“Really”, she asked her father with a big smile.
That night Hope woke up with a stomach ache.
“Daddy, daddy my tummy is hurting again”, Hope cried to her father.
He told her, “Alright let’s get some medicine from the cabinets”.

A little while later Hope got really sick. 
She was taken to the nearest hospital.
The doctors couldn’t figure out what was wrong.
Running tests over and over.
Still nothing showed up on the screen until they x-rayed on her stomach.
Finally an answer was found, but a cure was not.
It was all too late for little Hope.
She had developed cancer and it was on the final stage.

Any moment would be time for her to go.
Her parents cried in deep sorrow, thinking how to tell their child that she’s going to 
Hope’s parents walked in the room trying fighting the tears from their eyes.
They asked their daughter, “Sweetie do you remember about the place called 
“That’s were God lives”, Hope said
Her father said, “Well pretty soon you’re going to take a trip there”.
She asked, “Will I get to meet Jesus and all the angels?”
Tears began to rolling down their eyes as they hugged their little girl goodbye.

The funeral was held on a beautiful Sunday morning.
Hope’s mother couldn’t bear the pain any more.
The next night she had a dream about her daughter.
“Mommy I’m coming to tell you that I love you”, Hope said.
She continued, “I know you miss me when you cry but forever I will always be with 
“Tell daddy I love him too and grandma sends her love”.
“I got to meet all the angels and even Jesus too”.
“It’s almost time for me to go back”.
“Don’t worry about me because now grandma and I are watching over you”.

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Tea With Ava ~or~ Up Since 3am

With teeth like gold sunshine 
and ears made of mint 
I'd give my right leg 
(if it wasn't so bent) 
to catch up with sleep 
that I lost in the night 
My head is of clay 
(it isn't quite right) 
My tongue feels like marbles 
I've got two left eyes 
My nose has gone white 
and I now feel to cry 
My brain is an ocean 
gone out with the tide 
My organs in crystal 
like diamonds inside 
I wish to be better 
I wish just to sleep 
but I've got a noon tea date 
and THAT I must keep..

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Passing of Silly Traditions

With flavored kisses she put me to sleep
a cheek sting of peppermint
forehead of lingonberry
eye lids of mango
and ear lobes of fig
She peppered me kisses
and smiled to discover
each remembrance of taste
with mystery lips
My nose: watermelon
My chin: cantaloupe
while I giggled silly
she listed each kiss
My sleeping was sweetly induced into this.

Now I am the mamma and tuck into sleep
with my own set of kisses
my little girl waits
for peppermint cheeks
and strawberry lips
and ear lobes of sugar cress 
eye lids of figs
She giggles silly and waits on my words
Her forehead: papaya
Her chin: berries blue
Her nose: watermelon
and so we review
each thing that she's made of
all sugar and spice
and my mamma lives on in my little girl's eyes.

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What is love

Do you know what love means to you?  Can you put it in your pocket or store it 
away for another day. Is it the special moment in time? Does it last forever or 
does it go away. Our loved one is hear only for awhile Do you give of your time a 
little or do you give more.  Do you take the time to love them and hold them dear. 
Do you lend that helping hand do you walk that mile. Is your loved one dear to 
your heart. Do you take the time to listen and let them know you care. When they 
are feeling down and need a listening ear. Do you take the time to be there or do 
you not really care. What about the old when there life on earth will be ending 
soon. Do you tell them that they are very important to you and if they need you will 
be there. What about the children that mean so dear. Do you spend the time to 
hear their dreams and fears They are only little for only a short while and grow up 
and leave the nest. Their world is important to them so hold them dear to you. 
And walk that extra mile. There are many forms and meanings of what you feel is 
love. loving ,sharing ,caring Now I ask you this one more time the question is 
this. What is love

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waiting for the answers

Are you going to be at my side
the situation we're in gives us nowhere to hide
and work for you is a nonstop project
and tho we should be closer, i just feel like a reject.
i've been trying so hard for the last 5 years
but whats important to you are your friends and some beers
and though having this baby has made things so clear
now having you in my life is my biggest fear.
I dont want to be alone in this
all i ever get from you is "baby i'll fix this"
but everyday i still wake up to a mess
and i'm not supposed to feel so much stress. 
i thought that maybe things would come together
because we've made it through all sorts of weather
but the time you have gives none to me
and it makes me worried where we'll be.
I'll ask for a dollar you say you haven't got it
I ask for a phone a call but you don't have time for it
you say "i'll see you on thursday" and don't see me til Sunday
and i'll be surprised if you text me on Monday.
I want some stability
I want some respect
i'm tired of all these promises
and all this neglect.
I shouldnt have to worry about doing this on my own
or finding things out that i should have already known
and i love him so much but he still hasn't shown
that with this baby, i won't be alone.

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I can't seem to get over this filling,
  sure every one losses every one falls,
at this moment some thing is missing.

I'm tiered ,I'm drained,
  my head is pounding,
I fill lost in this game.

I need that phone call,
  fills like I need that love,
I miss you that's all.

Superman is what was said,
  a fairy tail, in the real world,
in my hands is my head,

No one to talk to no one to see,
  lost as time stands still,
that's me,

Need a moment to regroup,
  need time to think,
need time on poetry soup.

What would you say,
  how would you know,
there is no other way.

Seams like years sence we were there,
  seams like yesterday I saw you,
I wish...nothing compares.

Mom's time ,
  mom's moment,
a moment hard to find,

Let me catch my breath,
  let me pick myself up,
let me put this to rest,

Moving on without a word from you I dread,
  like you I will finish this dance,
for now in my hands is my head.


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Jayden Makieh Kelly (Part 4)

Jayden Makieh Kelly

  Your crib was put up and oh how beautiful it was decked out in those lovable carebears.  I’d often just stare at it imagining your little precious body laying there.  I couldn’t believe that the time for packing our hospital bags finally came along.  I was in the stores all of the time buying little odds and ends, still shocked that I was about to become a mom.  Your due date, Valentine’s Day, came and in my stomach my baby boy you remained!  You were just as stubborn as your mother.  But, I knew that you would come in those next few days or another.  Contractions became strong, but the time between them at the least was about 8 minutes long.  However, after a few repetitions they didn’t remain consistent.  So, there wasn’t much need for alarm.  It was a little hard to convince your nana to remain calm.  Having so much anxiety about seeing her grandson, she got on the phone one night and called everyone!  Then the concerns came from all, phone call after phone call about it being that time.  But, we all had no choice but to sit back and wait until you felt it necessary to shine.  I had even registered to take college courses from home starting on the twenty-eighth of that month.  With you being due any day, I knew that taking care of you and studying would be a hump.  But, I had to gain that extra agility and use that as an ability to take care of you, my main responsibility.  For there was nothing that could make me stray.  I had to, I had to pave that way.  I made it up in my mind that I would never have our future suffer from any of my faults or laziness.  I would not let our lives be consisted of stress, worries, and the world’s craziness.  Remember my son that you were my main number one motivation.  Remember that your being supported the hunger in me that fed my determination.

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Borrowed Time

Borrowed Time
As I watched my grandmother close her eyes for the last time,
I’m reminded of something my father told me many years ago.
“We all live life on borrowed time” as he patted me on the back.
His words were confusing at the time, but his soft voice was comforting.

How can you borrow time? And from whom?
And if time was so easy to borrow, why didn’t grandma borrow more?
My little mind was perplexed.

Time passes like leaves in the wind,
And all too soon my father met the same fate as my beloved grandmother.
And though I had no son at the time to pass along such words of wisdom,
My father’s voice came clearly to mind, and I thought to myself.
We all live life on borrowed time,
What I wouldn’t give to be able to borrow just a little more.

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off the game

janice woke up off the game
there was no other way of looking at it
one second she was an upstanding citizen &
a productive member of society,
passing every day in the hospital doing her
doctor thing,
after years of grueling medical school &
years of residency,
she spent her time helping others,
she was one of those people whom other put their
hopes in &
she was a good little wife
loyal to her husband regardless of what he did &
she made dinner despite being on call at the hospital
she still found time to get to the gym
she still found time to be all that she could
in developing an early young couple’s life---
she was a good daughter,
even though she always had to listen to her mother say
that she thought she’d have grandchildren by now &
though janice always called,
her mother never ceased to ask if she was gaining weight---
she loved her father, even though he lived in a different state,
so she made the calls to him as well &
visited at least once a year,
giving hugs to his new main squeeze,
commenting favorably on his new life &
new accomplishments---
stockpiling her funds to move from the apartment to the 
reading those books that are supposed to help with child rearing &
hinting to the husband every now & then
about when will be a good time to start,
as her clock, she says, is always ticking---
one of her college roommates introduced her to the music of
tom waits years before &
when she fell in love with the man’s unique blend of melancholia +
she memorized the words of “Frank’s Wild Years,”
and these were what she recited while she
filled her husband’s head with nails
freshly shot from the Hitachi NT50AE2 18-Gauge that she 
bought---after doing so,
she gave up medical school, helping people in general &
being a good little girl.

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Golden Memories

Golden Memories
Brother I wouldn’t pronounce you to the world
I pause out your conversation when you held your little girl
In let you promise the sun to the water 
And as you told god you would give life to grantee chances for your first daughter
Sister I wouldn’t judge you 
When you chose to lay a woman next to you
Remembering the walks we used to take 
At my bus stop you used to wait 
For me and the books you used to read 
And conversations we share and the stories you could tell
Sister you sure can sell 
But you sold me these golden memories
Mother some hard arguments 
Was rip though with negative comments
But as Shirley say what you given me no charge 
If you want to become who you truly are
Let life see you working hard
One time you broke down 
From words I conceive 
Now I know I shouldn’t never said no matter how much I believe 
All these hard times I wanted to blame you because you was the reason 
It was hard for me to bereave 
Now I know for life there are no fees
I thank The Lord for you and these golden memories
Father you were there for me at the start 
Troubles would take you into the waters 
As I continue to swim 
I would see you floating 
But you would never reach me 
But your departure or your absence 
Is what question me 
Until I finish it will be unknown 
Someday I know your reasons would come along
Until I shall take time and hope to see
Hope you wouldn’t only be a image of a golden memory

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Ava and Me in our Rainy Retreat

Amaretto morning
just like the earth to be grey today
Time for the old dog-eared book
all the while begging the rain to stay
I couldn't buy a moment like this
even in Lion's Head Antique store
I couldn't wish for a better excuse
to sink into myself, or to love you more
You grab the pillows and blanket
I'll fill the room with Red Star music
We will tell stories 'till we're laughing out loud
Ions of rain and the pressure diffuses
We are no longer dealing with death
We are no longer frazzled and wild
Just give us the rain on a Tuesday morning
and we become silly, as mother and child...

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Still His Mother

I am still his mother
My word should matter beyond all other.

If I say no
Then nothing else shall go.

When I tell him yes
Please do not second guess.

I know he is almost eighteen
And pretty soon it won't matter what I mean.

Right now he still lives at home
Soon he will be on his own.

When the time comes for him to go
I will let him, this I know.

At this time he is my only child with me,
My requests, I think, are not that unreasonable, gee.

Once he is on his own away from me,
I promise, I will let him be.

What else is there to say, other
Than that I am still his  mother.

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Jayden Makieh Kelly (Part 6)

Jayden Makieh Kelly
  Later on that day others came and kept us company.  Everyone sat around, talked, and watched t.v.  I eventually got up a few times and walked through the hallways with the contractions at times stopping me in my path.  But, I always had someone there with me so that helped make it not so bad.  I was put on pitocin to help me sleep and my contractions become closer together and stronger.  My friend T’tiera came and rubbed my stomach until she had to leave and go to class and could not stay longer.  I was very, very drowsy, in pain and the contractions made me feel lousy.  Your nana could not get a break to sit down.  She was there to rub my back and stomach every time I frowned.  I thank God that she was there, even though at that time she was there with me all alone.  There was even one moment where I was calling her to rub me, someone was knocking at the door, and people were calling on both the hospital and cell phone!  After hours of dealing with the pain, at around 4pm I decided to get the epidural medicine.  That was a very tense moment for I had to be perfectly still and manage the pain of the contractions within.  But, boy oh boy was that the a great joy!  I was desperately in need of some relief and great sleep.  That epidural made it possible for me to do that and help all of the pain cease.  I went to sleep and had dilated to a six.  However, while I was sleeping some complications came up that they had to fix.  My heartbeat had dropped and was infecting you.  They put a monitor on your head to monitor you.  They were even discussing performing a caesarean delivery to get you out.  However, everything turned out fine and the labor went about.  Everything had been stabilized with me still sleeping not knowing anything, not having to realize what was happening with you inside.  But hours later when I awoke I was informed about all of those complications that had aroused and how the doctors fixed them like a mechanic. I think it was a good thing that I had been in a deep sleep because I probably would have over-reacted and made things worse with panic.  However, I was thankful that everything turned out to be fine.  If something would’ve happened to you I would’ve lost my mind.

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Read to your child so their minds
can grow.Turn off the Tv's and the
radio's ; and put a pencil in their
little hand . Teach them to write
their name. Games of learning 
can be fun.
A child 's  brain is like a sponge.
soaking up the many sessions of
Sing the song of ABC'S A through
Z. Don't forget to smile and say cheese!
Give your child verbal praise for a job
well done.
Take some time to play and have
some fun in the sun........
Teaching is a reaching expanding 
the mind. There's no time to whine.
Learning is a tool that everybody
can use.

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One love

In every breath that touches my lips,
I think of only you, 
Your face imprinted In mind, In everything I do.
Every time I fall asleep You're always
Been apart all this time.
Every since the Day we prayed I
Knew we were meant to write, In School when I think
Of poetry forever Is what I see. I know I've told you
Many lines,exactly how I feel, but I don't think you
Understand one love for ready Is real now as I sit here
Thinking of you I maintain whence time that thru It all,
Throuout my Life, my love Is unconditional.

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My Angel

When I had you inside of me,
I had never felt so free.
But then I lost you,
And I was left with a sadness I never knew.
When I first found out about you,
I was so confused and didn't know what to do.
At first I didn't know what to feel,
I couldn't believe you were real.
All I could think was I'm only seventeen,
There's so much in life I haven't even seen.
I found out I was going to be a mom,
Before I could even go to my senior prom.
But then my love for you grew so strong,
For you I wanted to do no wrong.
But after only twelve weeks, you were gone,
Never to meet me or your daddy, Jon.
The day I lost you, I died inside,
All I wanted to do was curl up and hide.
I think back to all the pain and despair,
And I don't even have anything to show-
I guess life's not always fair.
But I soon came to know,
God had something more to show.
There was a reason He sent you to me,
It just took me awhile to see.
He sent me an angel, you-
To show me the purest love I never knew.
You did what you were sent here to do,
I needed you but He needed his angel, too.
But don't worry, little one, there is nothing to fear,
In my heart, you will always be near.
And even though you never got to feel your mommy's touch,
I want you to know- I still love you so much.
And every time I look up at that sky so blue,
I'll think of me and you.
And every time the wind blows through my hair,
I'll think of that special day, in Heaven-
With me and you there.

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Breathe the Hurricane

The sky flew toward the whipping wind
-a spiral of ominous slate
The gulf kicked waves of an ocean's size
to batter the surfer's face
There's no going into the water today
the dessert-like sandstorm hurls needles your way
The riptide of Africa throws off its spray
The fish have all swam for their lives- Get away!
The pelicans know to hold tight and bob
and the palm trees anchor their weight
Roots intertwined, they hold hands under sand
in an effort the storm to deflate.
Do these squalls full of rain rage
call you like they call me?
Do you run to the east when the fright
makes the rest flee?
The passionate souls of our family of three
exhilarates us as we hurricane breathe.

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Jayden Makieh Kelly (Part 3)

Jayden Makieh Kelly

  Around seven months you were growing so rapidly and so was my love for you.  I couldn’t wait until I could see your face, hold you, squeeze you, and forever be with you.  With the start of our last trimester, and with only about two more months to go, I could only say, “boy has time flown by so fast“!  In the next month or so your baby shower will be taking place, and before you know it, you’ll soon be in my arms at last.  I had much to be thankful for that Thanksgiving.  I had a loving, caring family, and you growing within me, healthy and living.  At eight months I took time off from work to sit back and relax from that place.  I think I more than deserved to put my feet up and take a break from that environment that was so fast-paced.  You still moved so actively around and your head even tumbled down.  For you were steadily growing bigger and had assumed the position ready for birth!  With your head down and your feet stuck in my ribs you did give mommy a little bit of hurt.  It was said that at that point you were supposed to be all cramped up and not be able to move so much.  But, you felt like a pro kick boxer with cement boots so I really did disagree with such.  Doctor appointments went from every other week to every week in a blink of an eye.  Your baby shower took place on January 29th 2005 and boy was it a surprise!  In preparation your nana ran herself crazy, but none of this seemed to shockingly amaze me.  She went days without much sleep and muscle aches,  yes this is true.  For your nana wanted the very best and she did this all out of love for me and you.  The center was pleasing to the eyes in colors of blue, yellow, teal, purple, and white.  There wasn‘t too many spots where balloons and other décor wasn‘t in sight.  That day the weather wasn‘t so great because there was sleet, snow and ice.  Therefore, not too many people showed up but everything still went extraordinarily nice.  The gifts that were given melted my heart and there was nothing that could take that smile off of my face, even though against time we had to race.   We played games, laughed and had much fun and before we knew it time crept up and it was all over and done.

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Jayden Makieh Kelly (Part 8)

Jayden Makieh Kelly

  Your skin was so smooth and shined bright like the rays of the glimmering sunlight.  Your hair was soft and reminded me of black velvet that protected your small, perfect head.  Oh how beautiful is mommy’s precious man she had!  The contour of your head, your chinky eyes, from the length of your fingers and toes, to the bridge of your nose, are all matches of your dad’s.  Your physical qualities from me are rare.  However, I definitely see see my bottom lip, roundness in your nose, and my stubborn attitude there.  A little later you were weighed and measured as the air was filled with your cry, those shrilling, delightful, pleasing sounds.  As you lay there it was determined that you were twenty inches long, six pounds and thirteen ounces.  Snap, snap, snap I even had a picture taken of that.  I didn’t want to miss anything that was happening, I wanted every detail of that day.  I even got a picture of the placenta, they thought I was crazy, but I had to have it my way.  Your aunt Tisha was supposed to be there for your delivery.  But, by the time they got back the nurses were about to move me.  We got moved over to another unit called mother-baby and our room number was twenty-nine.  Everyone was so eager to see you and hold you for the first time.  Our hospital stay was very pleasing.  People came and spent time to come to see you and me.  The nurses and doctors were very helpful, caring, and nice.  The only part I didn’t like was them coming in throughout the night.  Whenever I would get sleepy I would send you to the nursery at night so I could get some rest.  But, the times when they would bring you back in the mornings with me again were the best.  I couldn’t wait to be reunited with you.  Even being without you for ten minutes had my mind flooded with thoughts of being back with you.  On the eighteenth is when we were discharged from the hospital to come home and I was glad to see the outside. The day was very cold and windy, but you made me feel extremely warm inside.  Jayden, beautiful child of mine, you are mommy’s little sunshine.

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My Dear Mother

There comes a time in everyone's life
When we must choose what is wrong or right
Though the decision may be tough
The road ahead seem rough, Always remember
That you are loved!
You are our Mother strong and true,
There is noone else quite like you!
You have given to us, all that you have
So now is not the time to feel so sad!
You deserve a life of happiness
So hold fast to your dreams, hopes, & desires
And let God do the rest.
A Mother's love is never forgotten
In our hearts you will remain, time will
Erase the pain!

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Within these lines 
I want to cry 
I swear 
There were times 
I wanted to die 
When everyone is watching 
Awaiting your failure 
I cannot begin to tell you 
The soulless figure 
I am about to sell you 
Look beyond me 
Although the most of you 
Are to you young to see 
It seems this suffering 
Belongs only to me 
Sparkles in the sky 
They are not stars 
Only pieces of my heart

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some things missing part one.

I'm not sure what it is, it's like that time of the year I'm grumpy a bit moody and every
thing seems unclear,
all year long I fill like I'm on top of the world and I could care less about what others
have to say I'm happy and humbled and I welcome every day,
now months away from my favorite time of the year I fill angry unwilling to be my self  I
don't smile I mumble with a grin and sneer,
nothings has changed but I fill some thing is missing, I still have the love of a woman
with the passion that still takes me away,
my struggles are the same, my burden I know it's still part of the game but yet the cloud
still lingers,
listing to Elton John Billy Joel feeds my heart and dances with my soul, but I don't want
to hear those sounds,
the screaming sounds of 80's rock AC/DC Iron Maiden Judas Priest feed the filling inside 
verses like we will rock you, killers, screaming for vengeance go with the look on my face,
even the confusion of Pink Floyd is there any body out there, the dark sounds of Don
Henley the garden of Ala to not just listen but fill the words from those singers,
even Adam Duritz and the counting crows time and time again I can't please myself no one
knows how I fill how I just fill like falling to the ground,
I am the same person who wrote You, I still fill it I still am the one who raise and falls
in life but inside some thing changed I fill almost out of place,
restless unwilling to be like I shouldn't be happy right now, my son will be going off to
collage to start his life,
my girl still as smart as any 16 year old in a 12 years old body and my wife still as
beautiful  as a So. California sun set,
yet I'm wallowing in the spring time like it was cold and raining with gray ski's and
surrounded by wet pavement,
like a knife...
I'm filled with regret...
my enslavement. 

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Reversed roles

Come visit my grave.” Is what she said,
To little to have these thoughts in her head.
She’s only a baby she’s eight years old,
Through her, her mothers story will be told.
“let’s move away and start a new life.”
“Maybe my boyfriend will leave his wife.”
Every night drink after drink,
Her mind so clouded she couldn’t even think.
Her little girl so innocent and pure,
Left with no choice but to quickly mature.
The roles some how became reversed,
Night after night it seemed rehearsed.
Pick her up and bring her home,
Pour some wine and leave her alone.
One glass ALWAYS led to two,
Until she didn’t know what to do.
She only four then five then six,
Because of you she learned new tricks.
She learned to cry at nothing at all,
To avoid hearing you make that call.
She learned to say that she felt sick,
Couldn’t you see it was only a trick?
“Your fathers no good I need so money.”
“Don’t look at me like I said something funny.”
“Your to little to understand, But your Uncle 
now is my new man.”
“The time has come for us to move home,
Baby I love you but I need time alone.”
“You’ll go live with Daddy and you’ll start school,
Even though I told you ….he was a fool.”
“When things don’t work out with my new man,
I’ll come get you I’ll have a plan.”
A little girl so lost and confused
Her little heart has been badly bruised.
“Come visit my grave” is what she said,
Her tiny heart left hanging by a thread.

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Suddenly, I would give anything to be near you.
I would buy back our old house, broken down, dilapidated.
Loquat trees and rainbows removed.
Hammocks and honeysuckle given to the wind.
But where would you be?
Would you visit me in dreams as I slept in a room that was only yours?
The light from long gone sleeping limbs of rain trees
still dancing their shade in my dreams in a reflection of all that you loved?
Where would you be?
I could walk the same streets I walked as a child.
The asphalt sighing relief to be near my steps again.
Neighbors, long dead, still quiet in bleached white houses.
Gardenia bushes still tempting me to wear an ornament behind my ear,
to brown the white flesh of flowers.
But where would you be?
I could climb our old roof and sunbathe two strokes nearer to a solar universe
than ever before.
I could plug my ears with music and close my lids to the orange orb
and dissolve.
Dissolve into 16 years old.
Dissolve into safety, undoing the jaded burns of sorrow on my lips.
But where would you be?
Loquat trees window me in a just a short bloom.
Fruitage to be savored before it reaches sunstroke.
Rainbows, too, pass by with the wave of the sprinkler.
I could jump through, soaking wet, at age 10,
stringy hair and naive smile shining.
But, where would you be?
Hammocks leave their dreams to their occupants,
just an empty netted carcass without human weight.
The sweetest honeysuckle only knows hummingbirds in secret
as it bids them fly before our eyes tether their wings.
So, now, I ask you in pleaded breath, where would you be?

Perhaps, the street.
They could tear down your house, my house, the safety of a universe gone by,
strip it of it's trees and it's ability to produce life,
and the street would still remember you.
Sunflower seed shells tossed to it's skin.
Thorns of bougainvillea's washed down it's drains.
Your DNA somewhere still alive in a crevice cracked from a summer torrential downpour
where your footsteps smiled soaking wet.

Perhaps, it would all be worth it.

I will shake myself awake at half past seven.

I will bulldoze my own insignificant sorrow,
my own living in past dreams, 
my own inability to cope with a future devoid of your laugh,
and I will find you, among the many layers of the skin I call my own.

And tonight, with the remaining half of my heart in my hands, 
I'll meet you on our street for one last evening walk.

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Nothing can replace your mother's smile,
no matter your journey, no matter the miles.

As life goes on, and time takes its toll,
the importance of your mother begins to unfold.

She is your lifeline that makes you whole,
and when she leaves you, this is when you will know.

Give your mother as much time as you can,
even if it means, changing your plans.

When she is gone and she smiles no more,
nothing can replace the one she wore.


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Baby You Can

My first day of school,
you held my hand,
and told me sweetly,
baby you can.

When I fell in love,
for the very first time,
you sat me down, and explained,
there will be many your heart will find.

As I grew older, and wiser with years,
you were always there,
guiding my decisions,
showing me, how much you cared.

When you grew older, and needed me,
my heart was open,
remembering the love,
you always gave me.

The tears we shared,
between, mother, and child,
I realized in my heart,
you were getting so tired.

The day you left me,
you held my hand,
and told me sweetly,
baby you can.

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Standing Strong

To be a mother, only one knows,
the lessons of pain we remember
the most.
Trying to bring happiness, where
none exist, our job is exhausting,
but sometimes bliss.
A mother has to decide, to help or run,
always not easy, but it has to be done.
Standing strong, knowing the risk,
saying I love you, but I must do this.
Tough love is hard,
 it brings tears to your eyes, but harder
for a mother, seeing her child cry.
Only a mother, can endure such grief,
if this is the only way, her child can be reached.
Some dads are around, some never come,
to help with decisions, on things to be done.
Children will remember, and when they are strong,
they will not forget, who never left them alone.
Trouble breeds cowards, they tuck their tail
and run, but a mother, she waits on the sun.

I understand not all dads are like this, 
but this is the kind I know.  

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some thing is missing. part two

I wake to a lonely cup of coffee to sounds of silence and fillings I can not shake,
I sit at my computer wanting to write how I fill and my fingers can't find the words,
at this time of the day I wake ready for the world thankful and blessed,
today I write some thing is missing to grasp what it is I'm filling for goodness sake,
then it hits me I know what it is...her words,
I miss them and this I confess,
no phone call away,
I remember without saying a word she knew,
praises from a mother...I no longer hear.
I never hear what she use to say...
and now I know the filling of missing her grew,
filling out of place because I'm here, 
almost two years have past since I rested my knees by your side,
since I wiped away the dust from your head stone,
since I brought you flowers and asked how you been,
since I let the tears of missing you take a ride,
since I've gone home,
I really don't let others know I just let it flow from my pen,
I wonder what your doing now and do you know what I'm going through,
I wonder if your upset with me for not being there,
I wonder are you happy that I got my brothers and sister to visit,
I wonder do you miss me like I miss you?
years have past since we laid you to rest and your still my strength my reason for being
the reason I care
you still lift me up with those words you spoke so long ago and inside I fill it,
you still make me smile and I'm still trying to make you proud,
with a smile I found that some thing missing,
I know why I haven't been me,
I haven't took time I haven't looked to the clouds,
your miles and months away but home I'm coming,
and at your side is where I'll be.


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Memories From The Piazza.

Sweet titters hang as she dances 
Spinning and prancing down the stairs
Puddled footprints where she danced
In avarice as she eyes her dripping path
As mother grips her hand ever tighter
Awash with sadness I felt the protection
And how I have none from you
You burned white hot across my soul
Leaving a soft ash that slowly petrified
And as I watched mother and daughter
I could feel your fingers slipping away
Catching your glance as you walked away
I hoped there would be a lone tear for me 
Yet finding only a hint of regret.

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Sometimes Mothers Don't Know Best

She took his hand, and said," I Do",
wondering all the while, will he be true?
Her mother warned her, before the big day,
honey, I don't believe he has had time to play.
Oh mom, I know this is real,  please don't ruin
my wedding day.
Her daddy walked his daughter down the isle with pride,
while mother was uneasy, and only cried.
It will be alright, mom, just you wait and see,
I know you will love him, as you love me.
They had a great life, he had a great job,
a big fine house, and a little boy named Rob.
Mother finally realized, he was the one,
and her worries were over, all but one.
Mom found out, he had enlisted today,
and planned on leaving on Christmas Day.
Crying and praying, she got down on her knees,
God please protect him, he means the world to me.
Rob was growing, and his questions were quite a few,
"I miss my daddy, and mommy does too."
Promotion, after promotion, he was good at his job,
as the war raged on, he grew closer to God.
Then one day, came some exciting news,
he knew his calling, he knew what he had to do.
 As he was studying to be a minister, his mother-in-law
finally faced the truth.
One God, one nation, one wife, one job, the best life she
could ever dream of, and a mother-in-law, full of love.

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Dark Rain

The dark rain falls upon the world
  And drowns the stifled cries,
And bathes with faithless vision
  The grieving parent eyes;
And in it’s cold descending
  And it’s desolate decision
Cuts the very cord of life
  With a hand of God precision.

The pieces that are scattered
  Are emotions in that rain,
Bled of designation,
  Swirling down a silent drain;
And as the night approaches
  And the light invites stagnation,
All the trains grind to conclusion
  At a cold and empty station.

The dark rain is an emblem
  And a harbinger of death
 Yet our love is great, defying
  Any stilling of the breath;
For the short time we remember
  Puts an end to grief and crying
The short time that you had
  A timeless source of love undying.

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The angry ticking of the wall’s fiend,
Washes the troubles and time away,
To Nothing.
I wish it could drown me faster,
So that I could tour Europe with you Mom,
I miss you,
And love you dearly,
And wish I were with you,
And with each tick,
Comes a sharp but fleeting pain,
Piercing me like a scalpel in my heart’s core.
The wispy air,
Of this foreign place,
Or is it really home?

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An Old Woman

Once upon a time there was an old woman
A really old woman I knew well
She had a daughter who was also an old woman
But the oldest only time could tell.

When they were together, whenever, whenever,
The youngest would always say...
You're sure an old woman, an old old woman
Then the eldest would always say...

Now listen here you, you old old woman,
I've lived a many a year,
I've earned my gray hairs, my battle stripes of life
You're catching up, you old woman, ya hear?

The two old women were as close as sisters,
Just as close as any two could be,
The oldest woman is my mother...
And the youngest one is me!

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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

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This Way

Does God know the sorrows of man?

Does Faith relieve the burdens of sin?

She was worn out as she was worn in
Her spirit had no use for her body
Her eyes saw the face of death lurking
The smells that sweet sick puissant odor
When decay lingers in the air
Fingers of death entrap the nostrils
As life chokes softly from the limber sack of skin flesh and bones

Her delicate arms fragile is blown glass
Scarred by forced life from tubes
That sent her dirty blood to be cleaned by the wonder of a machine
Of medical science
Her arms delicate and swollen no longer could they accept
Forced life, worn out and worn in

Her spirt broken as her body hungers for rest
The ole gal had put up a fight to live
But life lingers unwelcome
The body knows what the mind fights
It's time to go
It's time to rest
It's time for death to cover you in his blanket of eternal sleep
The face of sleep is the face of death

She never accepted death
She never wanted to die
My mother never told me
Son I want to die
Not her, never she was a miracle of life
Defying death with her small fragile body
Weaken by disease and decay of outliving your body's usefulness

The will for life burns the soul and ignites the spirit
Mocks death and laughs the laugh of false hope
Clinging for immortality against the foothills of Olympus
Looking up into Heaven with a glare of defiance
  I can take what life brings me
  I can suffer poverty, hunger, war, hate, prejudice
  I can absorb ignorance in tolerance guilt
  I can shed tears
  I can grant forgiveness
  I can offer love, prayer, faith
  I can give birth, toil , blood
  I can accept salvation
  I can accept death

Does God really exist? She asked
The flames of fever allow the seeds of doubt
But Satan you lost this soul to simple Grace

Yes, and soon you will be with Him
The Shepard is calling for His lost lamb
Follow Him Home Mother Dear follow Him Home

As she laid there near her time she asked to return to her earthly home
And so we took her body there
But her spirit had long ascended the Stairway to Heaven
Her last words to me of Mother to son
I don't want to live this way anymore
As if to apologize for dying
I understand Mother Love I understand

Does God grant mercy in suffrage?

Are the sins of life absorbed through the prayers of Mothers?

Saint Peter open Those Pearly Gates
My Mother is there to rearrange God's furniture

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Back Then

I remember my mother talking about
working in the fields, digging, planting, 
and harvesting, this was the only way
they could make sure, they all had 
good meals.
I remember, she also talked about
her walk to school, about 2 miles
one way, this was common back then,
it was all anyone knew.
Their finest possesion was a real
strong mule, her daddy loaned him
out, to just a few.
If they wanted candy, or a similar treat,
they had to catch a chicken, and trade
him for these.
I compare her times with now, and
those people had it rough, I can just see
some people today doing this, we're not
that tough.
These great people that came before,
opened so many doors, and we owe
them so much, we could never fill the
shoes they wore.

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Backyard Memoirs

Tangerine shells, hollowed of pulp
left out to dry like pumpkin debris
Surinam cherries, peppered with bite
red juicy flesh, but mostly just seed
Sky line of rain trees, cloud chomping blue
to eat up my dreams and float me to sea
But, mostly there's you, laughing with eyes
that right now resemble the woman in me
I'm not a fool, to live in these dreams
balmy and breathing the salt in the air
I've given up all of my conjuring thoughts
smashing up memories 'till you appeared
Tangerine shells, skin of my skin
now part of the soil at a home that's not ours
Leveled of trees, blown to the ground
Lifetime of growth stripped to earth in but hours
Still, mostly there's you, laughing with eyes
listening strong as I storied my dreams
I'm not a fool, with wisdom defunct
but there's no leveling me by my memory's decree.

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next time I laugh I will laugh out loud,
 next time I want to scream I will do it with out a sound,
next time we hold hands I will see it as the last,
 next time I see you I will know what to ask,
next time I'll listen to all that you have to say,
 till next time have a nice day.

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Not Today

She contemplates the single date 
which holds her from the edge

The knife is willing for the killing
but her birth date is soon to come

She couldnt forget, lost was the threat
She dropped her head in defeat

Slips the knife in the drawer
and walks slowly up the stairs

Not tonight not tomorrow 
Death shall not walk these halls

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Mother's Day

Words never leave us like people will.
We keep up the sad appearance, the shrill
sentences rubbed raw, the frayed frill.

We do not talk of these forgotten things,
for only the recorded fact brings
the distortions of alabaster wings.

You remain just a surname mother,
put aside years ago, awaiting other
praise, the life emotions never utter.

We take no time to quote ourselves here.
Mutely, we wait revelation, the clear
crystal drinking glass with the white deer.

But there are no promises now or frames,
love's calligraphy is varicose veins.

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I'm not living here anymore,
I've gone home to stay,
God, He came and picked me up,
Just the other day.

I won't be here for you to call 
upon the telephone,
But, don't you worry...I'll be around,
You'll "never" be alone.

I'll keep a watchful eye on you,
In case, you need a hand,
And, I'll be there when the precious 
babes first begin to stand.

God has called my name out of the, 
It was just my time to go...I led 
a very fulfilling life.

I'll be just a heartbeat away, every
time you think of me,
Just close your eyes and I'll be there,
Try will see.

Every time you whisper my'll 
feel me in the wind,
The crisp wind on your'll know,
is just my loving hands.

And, when it rains...please know, that these
are just my heartfelt tears,
From, watching my loved one's live their lives...
in the coming years. 

I leave this one, last message for you, but this 
is not goodbye...for I'll be lovingly watching you,
From, way-up in the sky!!!

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This little heart of mine

How dare you lie to me;     You said you will never leave
That day you birth you see;    There was no gettin rid of me
You bought a gift in this world;   My heart you said; you will always hold
You said you will never leave me hungry 
Yet I stayed and there was still no food to eat
I gave you time after time and chance after chance 
and still you break this little heart of mine.

I gave you all of my money; You went to your friends and laughed like it's funny
You took them out Paid for their drinks and their high. 
Not worried about the tears in my eyes. As I wait for you to return daily
You laid up smoked out faithfully; I'm worried about where you are
And me being in your world is very far; Listening to the lies flyin out of your mouth, 
as you continue to leave and I continue to pout and time after time I watch you 
break this little heart of mine.

I can't keep lettin you break my heart
I feel like the bull's eye and someone hittin me with the dart
I'm full of pain and through my poems I really gain
Gain the strengh to trust in the Lord cause I know can't no one
beat him he has the biggest sword.
You coming to me with a story of some sort
I'm becoming immune to being hurt 
and all you have to say for yourself is; 
You found someone to care for me
Guess What Mom??  You were all that I need.

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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.

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That Mother Of Mine

My mother had a saying that I remember so well,
"don't be mean, and don't pass judgement,"  
"sometimes God will test you, and you don't want to fail."
"You may be entertained, by an angel of the Lord,
remember this child, for that was what those nails were for."
Thoughtful, and kind, she never was one, to belittle or ridicule,
my mother was so kind.
Her motto of life, was as clear as could be,
 "always treat a stranger, as you would treat me."
Yes, she was my teacher, and a mother of love,
now she has left me, her body was tired,
but all those sayings, I heard so many times,
made me appreciate, that mother of mine.

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A Mother

Her eyes have seen sorrows, 
as deep as the blue sea,
her ears have heard words,
that she will never forget.

Her arms have held her children,
so tiny and sweet,
her heart has felt pain,
that will never set her free.

Her love is like a mountain,
that will never be climbed,
this is a mother,
yours, and mine..

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Love, my chariot phantasm rattled dust off time's 
Shuttered veil, a slow reveal of the eight year span, 
And then sped farther back, espying an 
Earlier epoch when life it seems began. Where 
I, fixed gaze upon the wildflower waif 
In the ochre breast of timber, 
Dreamed your goddess face. 

Warm, a Summer kiss planted on my nervous 
Gaiety, a catalyst endemic and profuse, 
Entangled wishes with the yarn she 
Would exactly reproduce. Acutely, 
I, knowing perfection, the essence of the pristine, 
The weave of sainted care, 
Adored your gracious hands. 

Then, the whirling dervish dog-time thief imposed 
A premature sanction upon the life of bliss, 
Languid slabs of sadness, gestures profound 
Yet frail and feeble hugs and ice-dry kiss. Thus, 
I, effusing tears for the passing of her beauty 
In night encroached by sable, 
Mourned your fond farewell. 

Unbroken, ceaseless catechisms, paragraphs prayer- 
Laden, a wealth of precious keep sakes she rains from above 
For me and mine, to life enhance, 
To forge the bonds of mother love. And 
I, enlightened of her undying presence 
Feel her close at hand, waiting to someday hold me again 
In her motherland.

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The wonders of eternal plea

Nothing really matters when you're living in a time of forget
when no one notices the secrets of your simple speck
Nothing seems to be in the cards any longer of your tarot deck to tell you of the wise light over flowing or your reality check
the deepest thing is glowing darkness , illuminating light and caressamatic passion that blooms
Really not being hypethetical rather being sweet with laughter visions that woos
Great doom springs forth like yesterdays wine and the chariot awaits to sieze all the men and women looking and lurking not being saturated on heavenly weans.  
The wonders of the eternal pleahas a great systimatic love as a mother lying ready for a boy or a girl 
Her soul being happy hull of excitement in every turn in the world
Embracing the form and fashion she just can't sit at rest knowing she's going to bear a happy spirited kid she is filled with greatness
The time is right she says 
The story is ready to unfold
Ever wonder what it means to meet the secrets of the eye to lighten every load
The up coming mother knows and she's delighteed filled with the fruit of the spirit and with child is her gain
Knowing how to refrain from danger she cries aloud for help in the same, same manner of her heart's joy so fluent who would want it controlled, dealing with the matter of life she has a day un cold

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Only A Mother

A mother's heart,
no boundaries are there,
when her child is in need,
she is the one to care.
Up all night,
she greets the sun,
and faces those problems,
one by one.
Don't ever think,
because you're grown,
that mother of yours,
will leave you alone.
She will stick by you,
through thick, and thin,
in a mother's heart,
her child will win.
Nine months of bonding,
deep inside,
when she looked at you,
she beamed with pride.
Everyday of living,
she says a prayer,
protect them Father,
when I;m not there.

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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
My rocks.

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The Fight

My Aunt had a cat, and Teddy was his name.
Then one day for a visit, company came.
They brought their cat, and kept him locked in their room,
but my mother forgot, and opened the door to doom.
Cats started fighting, and running up the wall,
we thought the ceiling fan was going to fall.
Hair everywhere, the bed was a mess,
and everything else, bet ya can guess.
Mom was terrified at this horrible sight,
when two cats met, because mother forgot.

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14,562 days

This is how many days
I have loved my parents
No time limit
Or dollars and cents

They love unconditionally
We talk almost every day
Just saying,"I love you"
Helps pave our way

Ever stop to think about
How much time you've spent
Loving someone every day
And where that time went

We know where were
Where we are
What the future holds
As longs as the days go far

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miss you

Miss you,like the desert misses the rain.
Miss you so much no words could ever explain.
A son’s deep love for his mother nothing can take this away.
Oh how I would have given anything if you could have stayed.
To hold you in my arms and tell you how much you are missed.
To gently kiss your fore head, like I did when your last breath left your body..

As you slowly faded away..the heat left your body..

So many words I did’nt get to say,so many thoughts I had ,didn’t get to share.
I always thought you be there and never leave..that I never run out of time..what I didn’t
do today their was always tomorrow..i could wait to see you and tell you..
Momma can I call you back? Momma could I let you go for now..
Momma I’ll be there next week for this week iam to busy..
 My time with you ran out..gone …
I didn’t get the chance to tell you 1 last time I miss you…

The years are slowly ticking by. and when I am sad and down .in a pit of despair..I know
you are by my side.. just like you did when I was a boy and had bad screams
would wake you from your sleep. You hold my hand and chase all the bad dreams away..
 You wouldn’t leave my side till I quieted down and return to sleep..
Momma are you lonely? Is it cold where you are? Does the  darkness scare you.. 
As close as I  sometimes  feel  you to be…Your still  very far…but not  far enough from me
that I don’t miss you.. 

Miss you tomorrow ,miss you today..but  nothing I ever do takes the hurt away… 
your memories  are tattooed on my mind..
the deep ever lost of you and what you ment to me, I carry in my heart.. 
 forever to the end of time.

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I Am A Mother

I am a mother,
my children are my life,
although they are grown,
I will always be by their side.
If one needs help,
you can  bet I'm there,
doing what I can,
showing them I care.
Please don't tell me,
let them stand on their own,
If I see one mess up,
I will tell them they are wrong.
If one goes astray,
and is lost in the dark,
I am out looking,
that is the love in my heart.
Their daddy has no time,
never has never will,
I pull double duty,
in the past, and to this day still.
I talk to God,
I ask Him things,
and when He is ready,
back home He will bring.
Yes, I am a mother.

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Child beater

(This is a fictional poem but this really does happen to people.)

I met your son today and I noticed that he has bruises on his skin.
You've been beating on him but you won't do it again.
I was in shock, I couldn't believe what I saw.
You've beat him time and time again and I just called the law.
Your son had tears in his eyes when he said that you beat his mama too.
I was shocked when he said that even after all you've done, he still loves you.
You are disgusting and you've put your family through hell.
But you won't do it again because you'll be in jail.
Beating on your wife and son was a terrible thing to do.
You are a coward and your family will be better off without you.

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You are there for me
Whenever I'm in the time of need
Whenever I'm down
You pick me up
Whenever I feel alone
You are around

And even though you will be gone one day
I just want to take the time to say
That I couldn't see myself without you
Cuz nobody else can share the love like me and you

Mama, you are there when I need you
And when I need someone to see me through
Without you, I don't know where I'd be
All I want to say is thank-you for loving me

You taught me everything I didn't understand
And you taught me to do the best that I can
You told me to keep my head up
Don't give up
No matter what

And even though you will be gone one day
I just want to take the time to say
That I couldn't see myself without you
Cuz nobody else can share the love like me and you

Mama, you are there when I need you
And when I need someone to see me through
Without you, I don't know where I'd be
All I want to say is thank-you for loving me

Mama, can't you see that without you
My life would be all wrong
That's why I'm singing this song
To dedicate my love to you

Mama, you are there when I need you
And when I need someone to see me through
Without you, I don't know where I'd be
All I want to say is thank-you for loving me

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Every now, and then,
your shadow appears,
out of no where,
bringing sweet tears.
All the rooms,
your love once filled,
are still the same,
as when you were here.
Pictures I touch,
bring feelings so real,
sometimes I hear you,
I get a chill.
Forever, and always,
as long as I breath,
your memory will linger,
my mother so sweet.

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The One

When I speak,
please look at me,
don't roll your eyes,
or stare at your feet.
Pay attention,
to what I say,
you will wish you did,
in future days.
I speak my child,
right from my heart,
but how do you see,
standing in the dark.
People talk,
don't think they don't,
your mother will be here,
when others won't.
Get in trouble,
and see who comes,
I bet your mother,
will be the one.