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Mother and Child

and she said Yesterday,I lived for thoughts and dreams but today I live in my daughter's happiness All my goals I left behind to watch her reach her own All my friends I do not see,to stay with her at home Money might get tight,but what is money compared to pure joy of a child What is money compared to her almond eyes Success lies dormant on shelves for years to come But what is success compared to first giggles to first steps, first mouthfuls and her little grabs Compared to gurgles and babbles to first time she calls me mama and hold on to my hands What is beauty in the world compared to a pearl This innocent child,a coloured coral petite pretty girl Yesterday,I lived for thoughts and dreams But today I live in my daughter's happiness I had my days of wine and chocolate eclaires roses on doorstep,unsigned love letters with spiced cologne and enticing words Today I live in my daughter's shadow To watch her live her own dream I watch her bloom in autumn gardens from princess of hearts become queen Tomorrow I will not be here She might not get to see the white of my hair the wrinkle in my smile But,today she knows I love her long more after petals wither long more after a mother's hug fades long after I shine from the sky.
Dedicated to my beloved Christina with love Happy first birthday wrapped with barney hugs and Winnie the pooh kisses :-$:-|B-)


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Life Is What You Make It

Birth was suppose to come easier than this
I pant quickly as I was taught, but it isn't helping,
nor is squinting my eyes,  helping to make the pain go away
But, then when pain evaporates like the tears in the corners of my eyes,
without ever getting a chance to slide slowly down my cheeks,
it fools me in thinking it is almost over now, and I should be happy
 
But all I can think about is my mother
and how different it was for her, 
especially while her young husband was so far away

My back aches, and then once again, 
I look for the owner of the mysterious voice, that is my own
I groan, and the doctor finally makes the desperate decision
I am given a block for the pain, an incision is made
and although I feel numb, and foggy, my mind in a haze
I can feel hands grope, ... a tug, a void, and then...the small noise... a cry...

And the next several hours are a blur
until everything is clear and I'm back in my room
on the sterilized sheets, too stiff, and too sleek, 
too fragrant of bleach, to think about sleeping

This miracle I bore, soft as silk, with tiny closed fists, rose-petal nails
fills me with joy, with relief, with a deep pang of grief
for another time, another place, a place long ago...

I bathe in the scent of my brand new beginning ......
But my thoughts stream behind me,...... to a hope that had ended
My mother in bed, after losing her first....
So young, without child,........ bleeding red
from the war that she fought, while my Dad fought his own

I cry tears all alone.... for the grief that she owned
I so cherish the breath.....of this babe on my breast

The circle of life, starts with birth .....sometimes, death




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3/14/14


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Saturday Fight Night

Battered and bruised mommy cries as she tries to cover her black eyes.
But mommy doesn't see daddy as her demise.
One January 25 mommy and daddy awaited as baby arrived.
Smiles of comfort and tears of joy came as so did the baby boy.
Mommy and daddy weren't ready to take care of the child for daddy was still a child.
At heart mommy took all those foul mouth liquor jeers from daddy's mouth but baby didn't 
know what that was about.
Mommy stays with daddy for the child, not realizing that it is doing more harm than 
anything...comes from daddy's mouth and baby takes it in not realizing.  
Flashing lights and sirens ring incredulously one slumber-some December night as baby was 
tucked in tight...while mommy and daddy was going on like it was Saturday fight night.
Baby cries but whose there to hear for mommy and daddy curse and de fouls the baby's ear.
Baby's heart is broken and shattered as mommy is shaken and battered.
Sweet kisses to mend her wounds internal and external but are they sincere from daddy's 
heart.
They will never part even though in mommy's heart she wishes daddy would leave forever.
One grief-some January 25 mommy rested never to return for her and daddy went on a 
walk.
"Where is mommy", said baby but daddy couldn't talk.
What could he say "I beat mommy till I killed her leaving her internally bruised and brain 
dead."
He couldn't say that any way for he was talking to Tiny in cell block five that day.
And baby has no other choice than to realize that his family was nothing more than a mere 
disguise.
Sirens ring
Sirens ring
Battered and bruised mommy cries for help as she fights for her life.
Because daddy has beat her till her eyes turned dark as night.
It's ironic because baby has become a fighter in Saturday fight night.


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Oh, So Cute - - -

Once upon a time, I was an only child, for eight lovely years, it was all about me, then it happened, the most terrible thing ever, my Mom gave birth to a bouncing baby boy. She soon came home from the hospital, hugging her bundle of joy close to her heart, I peered into the bundle, honestly what was the, big deal, he was wrinkled up like an old prune. As the days past his cheeks grew chubby, he had soft, wispy hair on his head and his body filled out all cute, just like the Gerber baby, at least that is what everyone would say when viewing him. Gosh, why did he have to be so cuddly, always cooing and laughing with those bright eyes of his, blowing bubbles and taking everyones attention, and why, oh why did I love him so much. Narrative January 19, 2013 For the Gerber Baby Contest


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Divine intervention-w

While flying from Uruguay to America,
I experienced some fearful problems,
Some were real and some nightmares.
I was tossing my handbag left and right
I heard a sermon my mother used to sing
I was quite engrossed for a few minutes
Forgetting all the problems I was worried about
Hey, my co-traveler said, “your tape is running”
I remembered recording my mother’s voice
I think my mother came as protecting force
Giving an edge over my imaginative problems.
A mother is next to godliness, God personified.

An event of March, 2010 confirms my belief.
An Australian mum brings her premature baby son
Back to life by loving cuddles when chances none
The doctors battled for twenty minutes gave up
Of saving  her lifeless baby boy born at 27 weeks.
Doctors gave the child to the mother to say goodbye
The grieving mother cuddled him tightly two hours
Bringing back her son to life, weighing 2 lbs.
Twenty minutes of science two hours of love
I bet it is nothing else but divine intervention


Second part of the poem relates to a miracle happened in Australia. Anyone interested to read more, here is the link

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/home/search.html?searchPhrase=Miracle+mum+Kate+Ogg 

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Sixth place winner in
Contest: Divine Intervention in honor of Catie Lindsey


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Physically and Mentally Abuse

I was born in a world of poverty and soiled life of a third world country
The way I lived till I was five years of age was walls of boundary
These walls had towers of guards that had no heart or care
If a child would try to climb the wall they lose their life I swear

Father had drank and threatened my mother with a knife
My father lost his job and wife and that was the hardship of life
He stopped my mother from taking off with me in her arm
Hoping that my father would ignore and left me be with no harm

When my father went off to drink one night and came home with rage
My brothers stood by my crib and took a beating that set up the next stage
My father had woken up to three scared children half starved and in pain
His final words as he walk away from the orphanage gate live life do not go insane

I was still a baby in the orphanage; the caretakers did not really care about the babies
They stole items and materials those wicked men and maternal evil ladies
They starved all the babies because it cost a lot to keep them alive
As a child of that age I could feel the sins and greed that gave out bad vibes

I was ignorant about what I drank and ate, as I see white maggots move in my bottle
As I see them move I thought about how they were playing and some were hostel
They ate each other to keep each other alive in a manner that took me by surprise
In the back round I hear others throwing things with sounds of painful cries

I got very strong at a young age I was able to start pulling myself up over the cage
My feelings were to see my brothers with strong lungs that I cried out of rage
My two brothers came to see me and sneak food into my crib
The caretaker would find the food in my hands as they grabbed it and hit me on my ribs

As painful as it was I kept eating the food with blood in my mouth as it was instinct
I sometimes laid in my crib dazed and confused with smell of death so distinct
With all my might I kept myself strong and climb the small wall
I finally was old enough to get out of the building and I could hear my brothers call

With tears of joy with short legs that ran as fast as my heart
I ran to my brothers arms and held their hands to have a new start
I grew stronger everyday but more things came into my life in a manner of dismay
If my brothers stay by my side I could smile and everyday their would be okay



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Bloody Bloomin Rose's

Ah, the bloom was on the Rose
yet, the taint of alcohol and drugs
looms nightmare like behind her baby pink cheeks. 
Porcelain skin tones, raspberry rogue
nails to scratch and lift bits of dirty lucre.

She was clawing her way up,
and hopefully out, he hits her, “Slut,” he screams at her.
a sometime replacement sat beside him. 
His Chicano inner-city drawl hurt her ears 
and the fake diamonds studding them. 
The new girl beside him
giggles…

She’s due at work by nine,
grabbing a smooth wrap-top and a mock
grey skirt, she rushes from the room to the bank.
She can still see his long fingers playing in other girls cleavage.
Rose, well, Rose pays the rent. She strikes a teller’s pose 
behind the formica countertop...

Long days, counting other peoples money
kindness, and sweetness sucked from her
like a ripe plum on a summers day.
She needs work, more work.
I asked her to help in the garden.
Long blonde, buxom, bending over weeds,
only six months to go to graduation
an associate degree…

Rose chuckles, “Look who I’ve been associatin’ with?”
I eye the twenty-five thou lottery ticket in my jean pocket.
“You want to move here Rose?”
“What would they do without me?”
I sigh, thinking of her alcoholic mother
off bingeing and her “boy fiend”.

The lottery windfall went for Rose’s college tuition. 

The bloom is off the Rose now, 
two hundred plus pounds later
strung out beside her Mom on a ratty couch, 
she eyes the Diploma in it’s cheap black frame,
and rocks her baby girl
some things, never change….

*Names have been changed, and the amount given, but part
of the ending has truely come to pass already [sigh]. 
The rest is all true.  


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When They Told Me

When they told me you were there, immediately I started to care.
A bond between the two, which was a bond for I and you.
You were my something to hold, my something new to behold.
Immediately, I wanted to shape you into a woman or a man who could stand up and stand for whatever he or she felt she deserved, but mainly a chance, in life.
When they told me you were there instantly I started to care.
 I was awaiting the embrace of my little one and for you to embrace this new life.
But when they told me that you would not make it, right then I knew my heart couldn’t take it.
My joy suddenly vanished away and that thought of waiting to deliver your warm embrace.
My heart began to break and wonder if this world was just a big fake, to take something so precious, sweet, unique, and by me. 
When they told me I began to cry, my soul began to slowly die.
I cried for you.
I cried for me, because we would never get the chance to meet each other you see.
However, if God will have it so, one day I will get to know who you are and what you might have been, the only remedy and medicine to put the lost and the great cost of losing you behind me.
To my unborn love, mommy loves you.



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Precious



This tiny precious being I hold in the palm of my hand About to embark on life's journey This delicate image of man Created in his own likeness This soft, pink bundle of joy Makes even the toughest of men Start acting like little boys Can't imagine anything sweeter Turns the coldest heart to mush The sweetest sight imagined Painted with a loving brush With all the nasty everyday stuff That's happening all around us The birth of a gentle newborn babe Sprinkles us with fairy dust Hopefully this magic continues Through the years that lie beyond With the birth of each new generation A brighter new world will dawn © Jack Ellison 2014


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There Stands The Man

There stands the man, as tall as the Everest Mountain.
When I had four legs, you would throw me so high and
I’d come down with a broad smile because I felt safe in
your warm outstretched arms. I never got to know how you
do your coin trick.
The few times you hugged me felt like a journey to the
end of the world on an elephant.
You never completed the story about the creatures who
descended from the stars every night to bring food to
everyone awake.

Anytime my friends said nice things about their fathers
in my presence, I would be silent because I thought I had
nothing to write home about when it had to do with my father.
Legends are right when they say ‘you don’t know what you
have until you lose it’.
I don’t ever want to repeat this on my death bed
regretfully someday so I listed all the good things about
you, that I may proclaim it boastfully on your birthday
instead of waiting till a tribute.


I’m learning to count my blessings one by one.Yes! , I
may not be in the royal family of England nor amongst the Rockefeller family but, this one thing I can proudly boast of,
'I have the happiest family in the world'. I don't care
anymore what the world thinks about you.They didn’t carry
me on their shoulders to watch the most prestigious
festival neither did they hold my hand on my 1st day at
school, the world did not buy me my favorite toy as well,
you did.
There stands the man, of course he stands tall in my heart.


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My Happiest Day

 I didn’t know the doctor.
I don’t know how I chose him.
Perhaps my landlady had recommended him
or maybe I simply picked him 
from the yellow pages.
I was two thousand miles away
from my mother or any relative 
or friend with whom I could 
go to for advice. 
It was embarrassing to open 
up to this stranger, 
but I needed to know.

The doctor had bad news for me.
I was not pregnant and it was
doubtful that I would ever be pregnant.
My body had betrayed me.
I left his office in despair
and cried myself to sleep
in my young husband’s arms
after I had burdened him
with the doctor’s report.
I wanted to be pregnant.
I needed to be pregnant.
Most of the young brides of my age
had a baby during the first year of marriage.
It was going on two years for us
with no sign of pregnancy.
I was alone all day while
my husband worked  and
my baby would be company.
We had come to this city for work, 
when my husband could not
find a good paying job
near our native home in North Dakota.
I was young and lonely. 
    
The doctor had given me a prescription
to take for the symptoms that had puzzled me.
I don’t remember the name of the medicine
but it made me very ill.
The nausea did not get better
so I returned to the doctor.
He decided to give me the rabbit test.
The test came back positive.

My husband was worried about me.
World War Two was in full swing.
He thought he would be drafted and
he didn’t want me alone in the city
so far from my family.
We left the city of Detroit and
moved out to the West Coast 
where my folks now lived.
We arrived by train, just
two weeks before my baby was born.
It was March 4th, 1943 when
I first held my beautiful son.
I inspected his perfect body,
gazed at his beautiful face and
smiled at the bright red hair on his head.
It was the happiest day of my life.  



For Carol Brown's Happiest Day contest won 5th place


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A Sister's wish

"It has to be a girl," she had firmly announced,
My sweet little daughter, always craved for a sister!
So the news of a would-be sibling, did make her glad.
She had jumped and bounced.

"A girl would be perfect, boys are messy,
"I'd play my dolls with her and read princess stories",
Said my daughter, who was all girlie-girlie
She kept things in order, was neat and tidy, even a bit fussy!


She'd shopped for pink blankets, rompers, spoons and forks!
Smart girl that she is, she very well knew
"Babies don't come from hospitals nor gifted from temples
Neither are they dropped by visiting storks!"

She would be there for pregnant momma, a helping hand to lend.
She'd pat the sick mother and soothe her with a touch
Fetch her a glass of water
would not allow her to bend!

"My sis would look like me", so said Sara
Ecstatic she was about the brand new arrival
she promised even her stuff to share!
Found a rhyming name, "I'll call her Aura."

One fine day, mommy gave birth to a son
Hale and hearty, Sweet and chubby.
The family rejoiced but the sister said,
"Its not going to be fun."

"Give him back to the doctor, We won't keep this boy",
She said over the phone and with a frown on her face
She came visiting. Took the baby in her lap,
Saw his Angelic face and was filled with joy.

"He is cuter than any baby in the world can be", said she
Stroking her brother
"His skin is so soft and his fingers so tiny,
Well, we'll take him home, he looks just like me!"


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The true meaning of Christmas

Astonished by the news of her pregnancy, a young Virgin becomes bewildered, only
the assurance of a visit by an angel sent by God, that all is well. That all the adversities
they would face on their journey to Bethlehem{Mary and Joseph} and all the astrocitie's
sure to occur cause of the birth of the baby being carry by Mary, prepares them for the
Miraculous day that Jesus Christ is born. "The true meaning of Christmas", is diversified
by God himself, "Unto us a child is born, unto the pathetic world a Gift is given, a Gift of
Joy and Great Light". In this troublesome world Mary, your baby will become that light.
Smilling faces on all the young face's and Mary and Joseph are part of the Christmas
story, and the sheppards and and the wisemen's are prepared to present him with gifts
after the angel have warn them of this great day and the star settle upon the little king 
of Glory. 
    As we celebrate, and as the day recussiatate's, to many its just another day, but Jo-
seph had thoughts of privily putting Mary away. He has dream's, but the encouraging of
God's angel for a divorce from mary is not to be. "The true meaning of Christmas, is
diversified, someplaces around the world the snow has blanked the city with beauty and
the bird's are flying and forever and ever this day is mortified.


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GERTY GRIBBLE'S DILEMMA

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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devi me II my childhood

Crawling for many days 
my knees getting dark 
my hands losing its soft touch 
increasing anticipations on my mom's face 
still soiling my clean panties 
  
At last, my first step 
joy shooting across  mama's face 
uncontrollable tears tumbling down her cheeks 
me laughing,advertising my two milky teeth 
a moment of pure joy incomparable 
mama and i drowning in innermost love 

My second step,  
my legs wobbling mama stretching her arm 
yearning for a hug 
But no, my first heavy fall 
a tear trying to fall 
mama quickly compensates me 
not willing to destroy the moment 
compensating me with sweet breast milk


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A baby's courage

Nowhere to run, nowhere to breathe
And grasses are on fire.
The manly beasts are having their fun
For they have nothing to spare.
All the victims, coiled with each other,
No matter who is rich, who is poor.
The earth is crying and the devil is smiling
For there is none to cure.

A mother with a baby in her lap,
Running......the death is so sure.
One of the beast appeared from nowhere
And smashed her on the ground.
She was crying and crying and begging her life,
But the fate didn't turn around.
And then came the flash of gun
And there laid the lady dead.
The cruel has crashed through
Her trembling and sweating forehead.
The beastly pig was about to laugh,
While he stopped with a gaze.
While everyone was struggling in horror,
The baby was laughing in hi face


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Today Is September 1 2007

On this day 16 years ago a beautiful baby girl was born.
As I cried they took her away.
My grandmother watching as if nothing were wrong.
Photos came for a brief moment then stopped
She was gone never to be herd from or seen.
It seemed as if she just vanished.
The agencies said her new family had moved.
No forwarding address to be found.
They apologize for the inconvenience.
Trying to convince me not to give up hope.
Hope what is this, something I find hard to have.
Years have come and gone and not a word.
The last photo I reserved she must have been 3 or 4 years old.
My search it still continues today, 
but not a trace of her or her family do I see.
On this the anniversary of her birth
 I still cry for the loss of my baby girl I bore so long ago.


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Each Day and Each Night

Once upon a time, 
lived a princess 
who wore a robe 
which covered her feet 
each day and each night 
she dreamed of the day 
her prince charming found her

Once upon a time,
lived a young girl 
who wore barely nothing 
and shivered and shaked
each day and each night 
she dreamed of the day
she had food to eat  

Once upon a time, 
lived a baby girl
who wore no nappy 
and lay there stone cold
each day and each night 
she dreamed of the day 
her parents cared
 
After a while, 
the pretty princess 
who wore a crown on her head 
which shined so bright 
searched for prince charming 
each day and each night 
but still no luck 

After a while,
the yawning young girl 
who wore bags under her eyes
grew tired of looking
but kept on searching 
each day and each night 
for scraps to eat

The end, 
for the pretty princess 
who wore a white dress 
on her big day
found her prince charming 
together they stayed
After a while, 
the beautiful baby 
who wore teary eyes
gave up all hope 
but tried so so hard 
each day and each night 
for a loving stare

The end, 
for the pretty princess 
who wore a white dress 
on her big day
found her prince charming 
together they stayed
each day and each night 

The end, 
for the yawning young girl
who wore a pale face
on her final day
never found them few scraps 
starving she stayed
each day and each night

The end, 
for the beautiful baby 
who wore a clean nappy 
on the new day 
finally found that loving stare 
with a new family she stayed
each day and each night


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Braylen

The nurses rushing
like bushels of people in Grand Central Station.
I was in a crowded room,
Yet I felt so alone. 
My world had stopped.

Soon enough, the rush was over
and everyone seemed to be dejected,
yet my countenance
filled with confusion.
Why were people passing me
with glances of sympathy?
Now I know,
my world had stopped. 

The constant “beep, beep, beep,”
had faded into the silence.
The heart monitor that was once 
doing jumping jacks had died.
Now his world had stopped.

His skin was cold
like the breeze rustling the leaves.
The blanket had a nice fold
keeping his tiny body covered.
Not one breath
was yet to leave his chest.
Not a dream 
yet dreamt,
his life was ripped 
from the seams. 
His world had stopped.

While I diverged
from the rest of the family,
I walked down the white hallways
where the cries still lingered.
The staff had doffed
their masks and hats,
some bowed their heads,
while others eyes glazed
deep into my soul. 
The world had stopped.


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SINS OF THE FATHER

SINS OF THE FATHER
Just a maid,just sixteen
a serving girl ,a go-between
upstairs and downstairs,her scene
'til love was to intervene;
She,so young,he,the master' son
a web of attraction, begun
one rainy afternon,in June;
A familiar tale,oft told
of one so shy,the other bold,
an affair that hot summer long
despair did conclude that song;
A baby came the next Spring
but sadly sans a wedding ring
he,departed for the Great War
the wench,the baby shown the door;
In action,the teenage swain died
the lass,and bairn,cried and cried
the family,their kin,despised,
conscience money salved their pride;
She another was to marry,
her boy cared for by his Granny
N'ere once more to see this first son
none alive know why this was done.

Consequences lived on from my tale
as,an.. emotionally-crippled male 
 


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THE PLAGUES OF OUR DAY

The blind man waited, 
at the intersection, for someone
to help him cross the busy boulevard...
and he was accustomed to live in twilight,
fumbling for a hand on his right;
and he finally found mine!


Judge humanly...not pettily,
you could be in that situation 
and feel abandoned and helpless,
unless somebody extends compassion
and lends that hand in time of need;
only human love can render a good deed!


The orphan girl recognizes a greed so mundane,
her body has grown, so has her world's view;
that person who abandoned her at the orphanage
when icy rain pelted against the foggy windows,
was her own mother that refused to knock on the front door!
She still feels unwanted, unloved and rejected by who,
for some shameful reason, dropped her off and was gone
into the dreary autumn's night to forget her despair!


Judge the pain...not the circumstance
that impels a misguided heart to err;
beneath an appearance of denial,
there's a certain humanity we can't conceive,
and what prompts us to act in unreasonable and strange ways,
is still not quite understood by all;
all we can perceive is the guilt we can't bear,
and the resentful restlessness which shortens this very existence!


The elderly woman, sitting in an old wheel-chair,
waits at the traffic light as the whisking wind
brushes her frizzy and gray hair;
the sunken-cheeked lady is the regular beggar,
whose life has never been mellow,
but full of tragedy and sorrow!
Her frail voice is not insincere, but thankful and kind... 
when I hand her a dollar out of my car's window!


Judge fairly... that could be you standing there,
or someone you love;  fate can be changed if we dare...
we assert truths without clarity and condemn unjustly!
Let's take the mendicant's place, at the same corner, and beg all day;
wouldn't we be humiliated, be scorned or even be ignored
by the glances of passerby that regard us not as their friend?


The run-away teenager with lots of make-up,
looks like a madam out of a brothel,
who tries to hide her identical age by smiling at strangers...
and her trade is that of an inexperienced gal,
unprotected and exposed to many dangers;
and it might cost her life...that's already a living hell!     


Judge not too harshly...when facts aren't known,
and the only assumption rests with our pity;
along the side of the street there are many eyes that weep,
eager to return home, to a home that was so warm and cozy!
And the lucky ones will make until dawn,
others will not open their eyes, but eternally sleep!



THE PLAGUES OF OUR DAY 


The blind man with a steel cane  stooped and waited
for someone to help him across the busy boulevard;
he felt warm sunlight, and wished his sight back without living in darkness,    
then he saw a glimpse of that light when he was touched by my kindness.   
The orphan girl wants to escape, but she is afraid to venture in the outside world
still feeling unwanted, unloved and shivering unable to shield herself from the cold.   
On many rainy nights, she sits by her barred window recalling her frail mom fleeing 
into the Autumn dreary night, and inside she longs for caresses to begin the  healing.
Another teenager, hustles in the dangerous streets of night...she barely 
can walk on high heels, but she endures pain for gain;
her home was blessed with good parents, but she rebelled and ran away... 
she has no choice but sell her body...what will she attain?  
Lend a hand to anyone in time of need,
only human love renders a good deed;
How can we help abandoned babies and run-away
and get rid of all the plagues of our day that infest society?


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My Pretty Thing

Morning comes
I'm glad to see
time to wake 
my pretty thing

sleepy eye's
yawning sigh
wash away the
teary eye's

time to dress
look your best
brush your hair 
you make me stare

time to eat
time to pray
thank the Lord 
for food today

then it's time to say
good bye
listen to my baby cry

kiss your head 
and promise to
hurry back real soon

all day long
I think of you
my little girl
how I love you

tinker bells
pony tails
ice cream cones
toy telephones

almost noon
time to call
baby wish you
didn't fall

wait till quarter
after three
then my smilling face
you'll see

hate to say
good bye to you
little girl
I love you too

all these people 
bossing me
can't wait to see
the end of day

then it comes
before I know
the end of day
time to go home

can't wait to see
my pretty thing
can't wait to swing
her on her swing

but first I'll find
her a surprise
I want to see
her smilling eye's

then I see 
the Greatest thing
my baby running
straight to me

then I hand her 
the surprise
a little doll
with big brown eye's

here you are
my pretty thing
a little doll
to love you too

just the thing I
want for you
what you give me
i want for you

then you look into
her eye's 
almost made me 
want to cry

little girl come
and eat
then I'll give you
something sweet

come lets go 
to the park
let's go home
before it's dark

then we'll wash your
toe's and hands
send you off
to sleepy land

just before we'll
kneel and pray
God bless your
little heart today

A story and
a lullabye
kiss your head
and say good night





(6-7-98)


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Househusband

He wakes up every morning at the crack of dawn
He takes a quick hot shower,
Walks into the kitchen and turns the coffee on
And makes a bottle of milk for his baby son

He awakens his sleeping wife
And fixes her a nice breakfast
He is a man whose life is
Committed to his wife and child

He stops at the bank, stops at the grocery store
All because he is a dedicated family man
He runs all the errands, drops his wife off at her work,
Along with their son in a mini-van

He cooks all the meals, cleans the house,
And plays with his little baby son
All because he's a stay-at-home spouse
He has even decided that until his son is

Old enough and ready to leave for college
He will go find a job, but until that time comes along
He will be a househusband
Just as John Lennon said in that song


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Birthing

on the edge of a bed
with feet resting
on a chair,
she lies.
strange faces set
on her writhing pain.

down hotel stairs
two men in white
carry
birth labor
into the light of day glare.

gulping in cold air,
her back arches
knees push open to
the ambulance door
wide as
arms flay into other hands.

calm now
a siren enters her hearing
flying, groaning, moving
into hospitalo smells
past staring eyes,
she crying, calling,
laughing,
rapping,
"the baby ... the baby ...
the baby is coming!"


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Advent

Looking for a savior, kinsman redeemer, King of all Kings
Wanting a righteous Father, heavenly daddy, to love and cherish me
Awaiting the promised land, and a promise of  a messiah

Finding the lineage of Jesus Christ to bring hope to all man/woman-kind
Sinners find grace, to know we can serve Jesus no matter our sins
Mary mother of God, kept quiet the promises through a baby boy given to her through an 
angels annoucement.

The humble stable, nativity, precious baby laid in an animal's feed trough
Came for you and me, that we might have abundant life


(Jesus was the descendent of murderers, harlots, decievers, and adulterers through his 
earthly lineage---that I am guessing is how he knew we all needed a saviour!
Praise God this Christmas!!) 
Ideas From the Holy Bible KJV


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Baby blue angel

baby blueangel left Earth in company of two angels. When he got to the gate he 
saw his mama. She turned to thank the angels for bringing him. Baby blue 
disappeared "Where is he?" his mama cried. they looked among the 
clouds. "Could he have fallen back to Earth?" the one angel said. one angel went 
back to Earth to look for the lost Baby Blue but in despair returned to Heaven. No 
Baby Blue. Mama was getting quite anxious. They asked passing angels if they 
had seen Baby Blue. They shook their heads. When Moses walked by  they 
asked him if he seen the Baby blue    He said "no but he remembered when he 
was a baby among the bulrushes and how they found his floating cradle. then 
they came to Hallelujah square there they approached Josuha and asked him.
  he said "He sound his horn like when the walls came tumbling down." He 
puckered up instead of a loud blast a sweet sound came out of his horn. Noah 
was working to restore his ark. He asked "Is there one or two baby blues?" 
Gabriel was upset"we`ll have to go to the celestial mansion and tell God Baby 
Blue is missing." When they approached the throne there on God`s lap covered 
by God`s snow white beard laid the sleeping baby blue.


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Birth II

Sultry San Francisco September
     enveloped hours of labor.
Hot, searing waves of pain
     moved around and down
My mound of naked flesh
      pushing as a tide with no ebb.

Into the dank, dark North Beach hotel room
     came two men dressed in white,
Blurred in their motions of haste
     by my sweat-filled eyes.
My nakedness was covered by a cool white sheet
     floating down with a caress.

Three flights of stairs met us
     as they carried the stretcher down
Out into the concrete furnace of Indian summer.
     Tourists standing staring watched
My mouth open in a triumphant scream:
     "The Baby ... the baby is coming!"

Moments later, siren sounds filled my mind
     as his body brought the crowning.


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Morning Star

Across her village far deep in to the forrest Morning Star found peace and 
contentment. Here away from her village, the young girl enjoyed the daylight 
hours with the sounds and beauty of nature and it's animals. Beyond the forrest 
the mountains held a mystery all their own. Their beauty touched her soul and 
spirit yet they seems so far off to her.Her thoughts wondered what lay over them 
and what new world lay beyond those haunting peaks reaching to the sky.
    Suddenly the early morning was shattered by the sounds of gunfire. With all 
the men gone hunting no one was there to protect the village. Morning Star's 
thoughts were of not only the others in the village but of her mother and baby 
sister, she had to get back to them. Screams of women and children cut through 
the forrest as the scent  of smoke and the sounds of horses grew closer.  
Suddenly the sounds began to fade and only the smell of smoke remained. As 
she stood at the clearing, Morning Star saw what was left of her village. Unable to 
move as her eyes looked across the bodies of women and children laying all 
around. Tears filled her eyes as she walked by so many searching for her 
mother and baby sister, hoping that they had fled to safety. There in the dirt lay 
her mother clutching her baby sister, both dead. How could this have happened? 
How could the soldiers have done this to them?
  Morning Star placed a blanket over her their lifeless bodies and slowly walked 
away. Her life as she knew it was gone, dead along with her mother and baby 
sister. She was the only survivor.  Slowly she walked back into the forrest. Dusk 
was beginning and the forrest would keep her safe for the night. Tomorrow she 
would search for a way up to the mountains, there she would find a path to her 
destiny and what the spirits have chosen for her. She would be the only one to 
tell the story of all who had been lost this day. She would be the only one to keep 
their story alive for generations after this.


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The Last of the Ponycorns

The baby ponycorn took a long drink from the 
Still water of the pond.  
The Enchanted forest kept her safe and sound
Though the reflection in the water gave her
Chills that nearly woke the unicorns of old
From there dead slumber 
Beyond the edge of the cliff where
A fatal lunge they took,
Saving the townspeople from the 
Dark and grinning Drago 
Thousands of years ago...

Now Drago had returned!
Through the ripples of the water
His dark and sallow face
Glared up at ponycorn.
She hobbled away from the riverbed
Staggering through the tall grass...

On her toddler legs she tottered
Into the city ruins, astrewn with the carnage
Of past battles, she stood against a small stone wall
Which rose into a tall pillar.

As she closed her eyes
In hopes of dreaming
Of centuries past, 
She smelled smoke 
Through her nostrils...

Her eyes shot open 
To the sight of Drago
Charging towards her 
On a water buffalo,
A torch high in hand,
Laughing hysterically...

The lean, sturdy little ponycorn
Blinked tears out of her eyes
As she flared her baby ponycorn nostrils,
Kicked dirt up with her left hind leg,
And charged!

Thus is the tale of the last ponycorn.


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Hush, Baby Girl

Hush, baby girl, dont you cry 
Mama's gonna make everything alright 
Wiping all your tears away 
Holding you when you have a bad day 
You're my sweet lil' Angel-baby 
You're the only thing that kept me from going crazy

I Love you, girly, with all my heart 
Losing you would tear me apart 
So, while I have you, let me hold you 
And when you leave, never forget your home 
Come on vacation, come on weekends 
Come when you're lonely, come when you're heart broken 
My door's always open to you and so is my heart 
And as long as you think of me and I of you, we're never apart

Hush, baby girl, dont you cry 
Mama's gonna make everything alright 
Wiping all your tears away 
Holding you when you have a bad day 
Because you're my lil' Angel-baby


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The Miracle Of Birth

The miracle of birth is a beauty to behold,
a mother , and child,  such innocence will unfold..

Sweet is her touch for her bundle of joy,
whether it be a delicate tiny girl, or a bouncing baby boy.

No other closeness will ever compare,
as she holds her baby with such loving care.

First time moms, and all in between,
the miracle of birth is where pain is redeemed.


Happy Birthday Adan, four hours old.
Your proud grand mama.






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An Important Dude

Once there was a reindeer,
that lived far away,
with a jolly old man,
and elves they say.
Not quiet as big,
as the other reindeer,
and when he walked by,
all the others would sneer.
He wanted to be,
an important dude,
so they would be nice,
and stop being so rude.
His mother told him,
be brave little one,
you are the baby of the bunch,
and my only deer son.
The day will come,
just mark my word,
you will fly through the sky,
like a bird.
Then it happened,
a freak snow storm,
something very unusual,
really out of the norm.
Climate change,
one deer yelled out loud,
as the fog got heavy,
covering the crowd.
The jolly man shreaked,
it's Christmas Eve,
we must get going,
it is time to leave.
Mamma's little boy,
was hiding, and crying near by,
and all the other deer,
said, "cry baby cry."
Embarrased, and hurt,
blushing from head to toe,
his big black nose,
started to glow.
The jolly man could see,
right through the haze,
with only the light,
that bright nose gave.
From then on out,
the jolly man made him boss,
for without his red nose,
the sleigh would get lost....


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Mommy Told Me

She got on her knees and bowed her head,
I could not believe the words my baby said. 

My baby girl was talking to God,
I listened to her words and I began to sob.

God, I am six now, I'm almost grown,
I wish my daddy did not have to be alone.

I know my mommy is in Heaven with You,
and I know You are busy, because You have so
much to do.

My mommy got sick, and then she had to leave,
but sometimes when I'm sad, she comes to see me.

Mommy tells me You love me so, and she does too,
more than I know.

She told me last night, "baby don't cry anymore", that she
would always be with me, because that's what mommies
are for.

She said if daddy would let go of his pain, You will send
someone special to love us, because, You are the only one that can.


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Seventeen

She married at seventeen, still a baby to me,
I begged her not too, but she said, "I'll run
away, you will see.

Now ten years later, the ties are still tied tight,
I guess she knew for certain, he was her Mr.
right.

No baby in the cradle, only a cat she calls her
child, and everytime I go to visit, she says, "here
is your grandma," and smiles.