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Poem for a sleeping child

Poem for a sleeping child   


There’s a wish to wander in your cool innocence
and cruise the thoughttides of no
responsibility—so easily you wipe your
shoeless feet on the ever waiting door
mat of socialization. How can I help you keep your 
tender "souls" intact—your tread from
wearing thin out of align so as not to
fall flat. Your easy grace put to an 
unfair test of ill-will winds blowing
carelessly at your soft back. I long for your sweet
calm at rest so deep so empty filled with
solid happiness—you know you are loved 
beyond any measure that’s human or infinite. If
I could walk with you for a moment and peek
quietly at your conscience-----but no-it's yours  
and no Dooleys allowed. Forgive me to 
want to intrude on your ever pleasant play-would you
share with me like the kernel of rice or
squashed raisin-I might, but only if we all
can go. Keep it hold it for as long as you
can-as it suddenly disappears without a trace
never to be found again lest you become your 
own sondaughter and learn to bask on 
the outside looking in—---and be content. I 
will live to never intrude on your soulspace,
but will always knock first. I am sorry ahead 
of time for any pain I cause—for my mat 
was torn treaded , muddy and ragged—my
sleep had no wanting witness. But I promise
to watch over you      all ways.

Dave Collins collincd. Song, Poem for a sleeping child, by Kevin Ubanks
Spring 1991


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Angels

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

To their arms I ran when I first walked…

When my heart was not calm

Their love would come…

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

I thank my lord for giving me
The biggest treasure on this world,
Love that is clearly out of this world…
Thank you…
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Family and Friends


Family, the enemy of our souls wants us to believe
The lie that we are alone
He wants us to believe
That we are treading hopeless road

But the cloud witnesses who urge us on
Tell us another story
The road we tread with light and beauty and fellowship
My friends, we are never alone

Written 09292012


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Keeper of The Woods

Keeper Of The Woods
By: Kitty Jones
4-2-1993
He stands 7 ft. 8 or so we are told,
 When they tell us the stories of long ago.
At night he roams through the woods with care,
Loving on every creature, all that is there.
People say he’s a big strong man,
Big broad chest, yet long thin hands.
They say when the night it clear
And the stars are shining so.
If you listen really close you can hear him talking to Doe’s.
They call this man the Keeper of The Woods.
Mans ways about life he never understood.
They spoke of him as being gentile and loving in all his ways.
Giving back the gift of life that God had given him every day.
His love was shared with everything around
From the birds in the air to the grass on the ground.
I was told a story of someone setting a fire,
The flames would not go out they just kept getting higher.
The fire burned 3 days and nights,
Killing everything, nothing left in sight.
They say at certain times of the year as you look across the land
You can see the figure of a 7ft 8 inch man.
And if you come back 3 days later you’ll be amazed at what you see.
A 7ft 8 inch man crying on his knees.
I don’t think that anybody really understood.
The simple loving blessed life of the Keeper of the Woods.


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Grandma Hearts Grandma

I never met Grandpa
so I do not know
if he ever went dancing
or stubbed his toe.
But I do know
one thing-
Grandma loved him.

And Grandma died
when was in 8th grade.
So we didn't talk
I am afraid.
But I do know
one thing-
Grandpa loved her.


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GRANDFATHER

You are one of the people whom I admire the most,
 I always think to send u in Heaven a post;
 Your absence pierces the heart,
 Desire to have my name in your good chart;
 Long since there no one to tell the stories,
 Ramayana and Mahabharata whose heroes enchanted their glories;
 Evening walks are missing you,
 Alone here needs who say words true;
 I haven't experience the death's pain,
 The way to get close to God as only gain;
 Today sleeping doesn't bring the happiest moments,
 Request to God to get me the those days in rent;
 I am residing there from where you never came back,
 But I know I am filled with people with whom my heart never sag;
 Losing u at a very small age of mine isn't so good,
 I haven't thought u can be so rude;
 Often my dream witnesses u,
 Your smile, your goodness everything in u;
 The traditions followed by you and from the family attracted me,
 The need of hour requests u to stand aside me;
 The art of archery taught by u,
 Never from my mind in these years this technique flew;
 Rudeness can never be in your nature,
 The Strongest had given so much in your treasure;
 You live in my heart, my instincts,
 Patiently waiting for last 15 years to make my problems fix it;
 My facebook cover photo to have you underneath a big reason,
 Atleast there you are present in my dimension;
 Love and emotions between us kept me alive till today,
 My memory never gonna skip your birthday;
 Wish I could be your stick for your support,
 And I have been there to obey your order as your TV's remote;
 May there be less time to meet you in Heaven,
 Cherishing again the golden days among two men.


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Ode to my Father

Alms Inn, there is the place again, and here
I, far away, muse in the house I grew
O this village of my love, has grown too
The golden hills with lilacs filled, the sweet
Soft of morning dew, and my dusty feet
Leaving his brighter sun for school and care
Whilst he with poetic dreams filled the air
And orange blossoms buzz with fragrance fair
And O, orange blossoms buzz when
In my mind I hear his voice again.

Father, fragile though festive fold of hills
Where drought walks dissonant on dribbled dreams
Your memory abides here still, and bright streams
Of laughter where you paced or sat unveiling
History and poetry and farmed feeling
Of the world. Like a nightingale's voice spills
Through the village gate, sublime as sacred thrills
The organ dissipates, and crannies fills
With thy deep eloquence and pride
And thy wide eyed child by your side.

Regal of an African line, birth low
Amidst the Maroon bramble, up you came
Out of the German mire of blood, a flame
Carrying bushman and midwife through night
The falcon feathered for the frolic of flight
Over foreign spires, in the bright rainbow
Father, still your footsteps that path does show
Mud deep, bright towards the future we go
Athlete, scholar, tempest and mist
Man above men will foes insist

And I today churn in praise my new lines
Waking like a womb of fresh beginnings
A virgin voyage of my form, deep gleanings
Of the mind's creativity. I bring
It, tribute to you, blush before my king
For whose awesome form my love matchless pines
Seeking your worth in joys of new designs
To carve your honor on our human minds
First of our black place to unfold
Upon white space petals of gold.

This proud veterinarian, this wave
That pulse across the Caribbean's shores
This first in rank in all the shackled chores
This noble patron of the arts, this child
Of business, that upward through nights here toiled
To say I am free, stir now gloomy grave
You shall not hold him forever a slave
When jubilee comes, and our God shall save
For of all the joys that is known
He loved his God, and grace was shown

Time and us are leashed memories
With time I tell love's true stories
And so its oft, when love in fancy strays
I to Alms Inn, where my boyhood still plays
In St. Elizabeth, behind the brimmed drays
Here in white pattern of dust I reclaim
The glory of my father, all my name
For we are nothing who have no past, sir
No identity the shard soul to stir
Shorn from the traditions of father's ways.


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Father Poppy, Mr Predictable: A Tribute to My Dad

Father Poppy, The Mr. Everyman----
Mr. Security, Mr. Predictability,
Mr. Easily Lovable!

I love you, Dad---
If you sat down and
though about it for
just one moment,

You would see that you
are Mr. Everything to me,
to your precious grand-daughter
Maddie, to your two beloved sons,
and to my mother,
your life-long partner and confidant.

Your life is a fine example
of security and love,
wrapped in a blanket of warmth
and knowing you will always
be there, no matter how high
the tide gets!

Love, Julie

c2013 Julie Rasley


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Fun-Frosted Memories

Dee’s father bought a fancy, family sled 
to her amusement and joy
He shocked the town pulling this sled around
With his good, shiny Model T Ford

Memories run through Dee’s mind
At the family hardware store,
she would climb the latter up to the loft
and sit inside the sled stored there,
reflecting on cool-warmed times-
a father’s smile…a heart sublime

-For my Grandma Dee
May 30, 2014


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Daddie, Dadi, Dad-dy

It was just around mid-morning
I recall exactly what I was doing
The feeling felt all too familiar
The vibe was peculiar
I had that unmistakable hunch
I guessed what was nigh, the crunch
My phone rang, not once but twice
I was tempted to let it beep thrice
But nay, not on this day, not today
The news that came crushed my Sunday
Dad had passed on, Dad was no more
I cried not but my heart tore and felt sore
My life had instantaneously changed
A novel void had just been created
Mum would be all alone
Save for six sons loving her to the bone
We will not despair but hang together
Duty bound to take care of our mother

It’s a sad sight to see the family deteriorate
But dad's life gave us something to emulate
He granted us, his children a chance in life
He always was very faithful to one wife
He taught us well till the age of seventy three
Now who will be the new root for our family tree?
We have uncles and aunts, cousins and nieces
But no one to properly anchor the jumbled pieces
Without him, we are but lost and fragmented
We are like a team dismayed and all so disjointed
We’re gradually losing a generation
That’s why I cry for my true champion
My hero, my idol, role model, my icon
Dad, there is nothing that I wouldn’t do
Just to spend another day with you


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A DRINK IN THE MORNING

Coffee in a cup, makes a cup of coffee;
just as an aroma from within, makes the air,

smell of flowers in the spring

...blossoms,
blooms,

time,

...a sweet thing, like sugar cane is to the tasting,
and the tasting is to stirring the dream,
flavor,

making flavored coffee
soul,

a drink in the morning.


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FAITH IS STRONGER THAN RELIGION

What religion has created through the ages 
is a false gospel with much incredibility;
a helpless Christ on that cross...
instead of a resurrected One 
ascending to His glory;
He's still mocked and alone!

Faith is stronger than religion,
it trascends all souls
in search of truth and hope;
and it can't be taught by words alone!
Faith was the stronghold
of prophets and saints!
Let it become our fortress
in the days of weakness,
and fervently pray with confidence
that no harm will come from others!

The sacrificial altar needs no lamb,
the ultimate sacrifice was made...
the reconciliation between Man and God,
and a Mediator to atone every sin committed;
many still believe in a harsh punishment...
by demons who dwell in Hell!

Let's be like David who exalted Jehova God always, 
and proclaimed His greatness for all ages!
Let's fear no man, but trust in the God of Moses...
who parts our waters in troubled times,
and lets us walk safely to our shore;
let's be as faithful as they were!


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Ode to Anine

The angels smiled the day you were born ,
To your mother Janne and your father Shawn.
Everyone's dreams came true
And that Anine was because of you.

On the 23rd. of October you entered the world,
A momentous ocassion more priceless than gold.
Your ruby red cheeks , that cute little mouth,
That is really what life is about.

Those almond shaped eyes that cute button nose,
A combination of both parents I suppose.
You're truly a treasure and mummy's pearl
You're also daddy's adorable baby girl.
Big brother Henrik will protect you from harm
When he holds you tenderly in his arms.

Two loving hearts coming together
You really are birds of a feather.
You are the proof that true love reigns supreme,
By the timely arrival of this tiny human being.


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My Guardian Angels

Part I
Oh Mother,
Do not walk away,
I would do anything to make you stay,

I promise I will do my bed,
I promise I will never lie,
Mother, not a tear I will make you shed,
I promise I will never let you cry,

You are all that I live for,
I will give you all you need and more,
Heaven is under your feet,
Your image is so sweet,

We may fuss and fight, but when you smile,
It makes the struggle worthwhile,
Mother, you are a soul made of perfection,
I am living due to your protection,
My entity is a reflection,
Of you, I want you to be proud of me, for I fear your rejection,

You are my earth,
You loved me for fourteen years, and nine months before birth,
I grew up in you,
I lived life with you,

Your heart shines down on me like the sun,
You cannot be compared to anyone,
You are a seraph,
I feel emotionally painful when I look at your photograph,

Oh Mother,
Do not walk away,
I would do anything to make you stay...

Part II
Oh Father
Do not walk away,
I would do anything to make you stay,

Your wise words dwell in my young soul,
Your presence makes me whole,
You make me laugh with all the clowning that you do, 
I miss you more and more everyday, you haven't got a clue,

An eternal life of bliss with you I am living in now,
I always come crawling back to you somehow,
You are always saving me from myself; you catch me when I fall,
Father, you are the only one who really knew me at all,

I can vividly remember,
One chilly night in December,
You held me close, and I felt your pure heart beat,
That icy bitterness within me you did defeat,

One day you shall open your beautiful big brown eyes,
And find that I have raised your name to the seventh sky,
I promise you Father, I will forever be your ally,
And make you so proud, you will want to cry,

Oh Father
Do not walk away,
I would do anything to make you stay…


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IF I COULD

If I could, I'd turn back the hands of time to capture every sweet memory and trap them in 
my mind.

I'd hold your hand a little tighter, talk to you more, and laugh until we cried.

Never miss a chance to be right by your side.

Yes, DAD there are so many things I'd do so differently now that I won't have the chance to 
try.

And as the winds of our time blow ever so sweetly in my ear; Everyday I find myself wishing 
you were still her

This is my  pain and I live with it as I should; to change it would be a blessing only IF I 
COULD...




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My Father

My Father is astounding
  In so many way's
      And the nature
Is all about him
   From His ample
Solitary Life of being
And with a Heart of Gold
                -
May the Lord fully bless Him
With Mind, Body and Soul
             - Fore -
He adapts' and mutates'
When ever their is a need
          Or need,
A need that need be
Surely there is a place
     For Him in Heaven
So, I pay homage' to Thee
Fore, He is my Father
A Father like no other

                     GF


Dedicated to Charles A. Jefferson SR 
Of Portsmouth, VA 23701 on Fathers' Day June 2011


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The 6th Child


Woman, she is
A mother of five

Man, he is
A father of five

In a life
Of ups and 
Downs
They share- 

The four walls 
Of loneliness
The woven rug 
Of love

And in the throbbing shadows, 
Of fear and joy, they are waiting 
Eagerly, for me, to come out


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A letter to a son

Now,the pumpkin is ripe,
we're only a few days from the year's first mealie cob.
The cows are giving us lots of milk,
taken in the round it isn't a bad year at all-
if it weren't for your father.
Your father's back is back again
and all the work has fallen on my shoulders,
your little siblings are doing fine at school,
only Linda's becoming a problem.
You'll remember we wrote you-did you get our letter?
-you didn't answer-you see,since your father's back started,
we haven't been able to raise enough to send Linda to school,
she spends most of the time crying alone;
it's mainly because because of her that I'm writing this letter.
I had thought you would be with us last xmas,
then I thought maybe you were busy
and you'll make it at easter-
it was then your father nearly left us son,
then I thought I would come to see you soon before the cold season sets in-
you know how I hate that time of year-but then your father went down again
and this time,worse than any other time before.
We were begginng to think he would never see another sowing season.
I asked your sister Linda to write you,but your father wouldn't agree
-you know how stubborn he is when he has to lie in bed all day
or,gets one of those queer notions of his that everybody is deserting him!
Although we had to borrow a little from those who have it 
to treat your father,and you know how he hates borrowing!
     That's all I want to say.
     I do hope you would be with us soon.
     It's so long ago since we saw you last,
      -I hope this letter finds you still at the old address,
      the only address we know.


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A Painted Prose


Robin, 
like last leaf 
of autumn,

clings 
to a velvet 
rose.  Ah, 

such a lovely 
scene, from painted 
prose of God, 

the Unseen- 
of which thru his artwork 
reminded me of 

a child 
holding sweet mama, 
‘til he was being 

breezed away 
into manhood, by the thrilling 
wings of her olden days.


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My Lord

Your earth is calm my lord after all these centuries 
of pain and disdain when man was to blame for 
constant shame in your name. You asked in long
times past that your creation was in image of sacrifice and
the life you lay down for your people was to bring forth blessing
in your holy steeple. In light of martyrs that cried out for mercy on the 
mount that you preach your praise and glory all children are pure with
out worry. To walk in the path of grace to whom this land was your chosen
place i worship the everlasting and cast aside those in midnight 
passing. My heavenly father in which your house i must dwell i turn away
from chaos and wash my hands of Satan and his sin only to allow your light 
to heal me from with in. May all of your people follow your gospel with the same
strength as your brave apostles worthy is your name my lord glory in all things 
we must change is your name my father Amen.


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O HEART, CRY FOR THIS NEW JOY...

O Heart, cry for this new joy...
I am no longer saddened
and clinging to despair;
I can't imagine the sublime feeling
overwhelming me with ecstacy...
and nothing can put out my ardor!

This is a deserving gift from Heaven,
God heard me and purified me
with a compassion no human could ever have;
sinners aren't guarded by sweet angels of purity,
they fight against all that is good... 
resisting salvation, lashing at God!

O heart, cry for this new joy...
I have prayed and been answered,
immense mercy has showered me
and my road is clear and not bumpy;
who can extend forgiveness and mercy, 
to someone who's imperfect and burdened,
if not the Lord of eternity?   

I have sought none other than Him,
a doorway to ascape the ugliness of sin...
never going back to put up with struggle,
be cast away and tremble!

O heart, cry for this new joy...
let me rejoice with a loud voice,
exalt His name with loving praises 
and behold His everlasting glory!