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Details | Marsiya | |

I'm my Daddy Made Over

Dedicated to my Dad Jerry W. Niday 3/20/1952 - 6/18/2013


I am who I am because of him
He’s the reason for my son’s name
He gave me my courage & my strength
To stand tall even when standing wasn’t easy
Stand for the ones who can’t
To think and fend for myself
I’m my Daddy made over

Taught me to fight back 
To never back down
How to pick myself back up
When I’ve been knocked down
Fight for what I believe
I’m my Daddy made over

He gave me my stubbornness 
Gave me my pride
Gave me my temper
Taught me not to take crap
To speak my mind no matter who
Work for what I want
I’m my Daddy made over

How to keep my emotions in check
How to handle large amounts of pain
When in trouble he always had my back
He knew how my mind worked better than anyone
I got it from him
I’m my Daddy made over

Even though he’s gone
I’ll stand and continue on 
I may stumble I may fall 
May even get hurt along the way
But I’ll pick myself back up
I’ll dust myself off and stand tall
I’m honored and proud to say
I’m my Daddy made over


Sabrina Niday Hansel



Details | Free verse | |

My Micke boys

                To be called ..
            ~   Grandma is a Honor ~

        I have been blessed with 4  Grandchildren

       ~ one lays in Heaven " Kaleb "  He is God's Angel ~
   ~ His twin brother he will always watch over , and be in his soul~

     For he loved his Brother so much in the womb ,
       he chose Heaven which gave life to his twin
      ~ I feel his spirit when I see the other Grandson ~
 
              Time passed another gift to see
               we are " Mickes" and Loved 
            Our Dad held the title in Baseball 
                   ~  that's how we roll ~
           those children are Grandmas hero's 

       The Irish they love big and Family is everything 
        The brothers will protect the beautiful sister 
              ~ as many lads will be calling ~

        Every time my Grandson hits a home run
     There will be a Angel watching proudly in the stand 

       It will be as if the Angel lifted him when he runs 
           ~no one runs faster then my Grandson~
     either baseball or Art  ~ you shall find your gift given

                These children have been blessed~
                 ~  a beauty to hard to describe 
        If you think not ~~  Take a look at the Mom  
                     That girl can stop Traffic   
                    after raising three and still~ 

          "Inspired by the gift and loss of Grandchildren "

     May our precious " Kaleb " softly rest where Angels only Dwell


Details | Elegy | |

I Need Your Help Daddy

I’m tired
I’m Physically and Emotionally tired
I don’t want to be the strong one anymore
I can’t this time
I don’t know what to do Daddy
I need your help down here

I can’t get back in control of my emotions 
I’m having a hard time dealing with your absence
I’m having a hard time standing by myself
I need your help Daddy

I’m broken and lost without you Daddy
I need your will to want to carry on
I need your strength to over come this
I need your strength to stay standing
Your courage to fight back again
I need your help 

Please Daddy I’m at a loss
How am I suppose to do this
I need your guidance 
I need you to guide me back
To whom I was before
I need your help Daddy
I need your help







Details | Chant Royal | |

Pyramus-Thisbe - a selfless love-W

Pyramus was the handsome young man
Thisbe the fair maiden of Babylon.
The houses of their parents did adjoin 
Neighborhood brought the two in relation.
And the acquaintance ripened into love
And the fire within them burnt with bright glow.
Would have married, but their parents forbid
Ardor in hearts of both they couldn’t forbid
They did converse by signs, one can think of
The fire within them burnt like glow covered
But Venus doesn’t always befriend true love.

They found crack in wall that parted the houses
In spared passage for tender messages
Caused by fault in the wall of the mansion
What will not love find for satisfaction!
They passed the tender messages of love
As the night fell they said farewell with awe
Moving backward and forward through the gap
She on her side, he on his, kissed the gap.
One morn the sun put out the stars above
From the watchful eyes, they tried to slip up
But Venus doesn’t always befriend true love.

Then Thisbe stole forth as agreed upon
Unobserved, her head covered with a veil
Out of city’s bounds edifice well known
Waited for Pyramus near a fountain trail.
In the dim light she descried a lioness
Nearing the fountain with blood reeking jaws
With a recent slaughter to slake her thirst.
She fled dropping her veil out of fright.
After quenching thirst turned back for her cove
Renting the veil in bloody mouth on her retreat
But Venus won’t always befriend true love.

Having delayed Pyramus arrived there
Saw footsteps of the lioness in the sand
And found the veil all bloody over there
Crying picked up the rent veil in his hand.
Thought himself to be the cause of her death
Covering the veil with kiss and with tear
And said, come ye lioness tear with your teeth
Let my blood also shall stain your texture.
He plunged sword into his heart with a shove
Blood spurted, tingling the tree with red color
But Venus doesn’t always befriend true love.

Thisbe stepped out not to disappoint him
She noticed the change in the tree’s color
In the agonies of death she saw him.
A shudder ran as ripple in still water.
She saw her veil and his scabbard empty.
He has slain himself for her sake only.
She said, “I could be brave and follow thee
Death alone couldn’t prevent my joining thee
Love and death join us, one tomb be our grove”
She plunged the sword in her breast near the tree
But Venus doesn’t always befriend true love.

Envoi 
Such tale of the self-less love presented
The two bodies in one tomb were buried 
Pyramus-Thisbe tale our hearts do move
Berries serve memorials of their blood
But Venus doesn’t always befriend true love.


                           +++
Dr. Ram Mehta
Second Place win
Contest: Your favourite poem by Giorgio Veneto

**Chant royal [shahn rwa-yal], 
A French verse form normally consisting of five stanzas of eleven 10-syllable lines 
rhyming ababccddede, followed by an envoi (or half-stanza) rhyming ddede. The last 
line of the first stanza is repeated as a refrain at the end of the succeeding stanzas and 
of the envoi. The pattern is similar to that of the ballade, but even more demanding. 88


Details | Rhyme | |

" The Life Of Me " page 1 of 2

My name is James, born 1961
In Inverness, a small Scots town
To my father Andrew, and my mother Beryl
And Billy my brother, a pair of devils
 
In 67, we woke one night
Our house was ablaze, full of orange light
Our neighbour next door, for whatever reason
Started a fire, it must be crazy season
 
We had too move to a caravan park
By this time it,s three, to make a new start
My mother Beryl decide to leave
But the three of us left, never bothered to grieve
 
In the next few weeks, we ended in court
Two small children, in a marriage abort
We were asked to choose either Dad or Mum
But we ignored the parent, who went on the run
 
As we left the court, to start a new life
We felt sorry for Dad, as his illness was rife
He never told us that he was unwell
It would upset one of his boys, as the future will tell
 
Then came the night all parents dread;
Being told one of his boys is nearly dead
We were going to a boys club, on a Monday night
My brother was running so far out of sight
 
I turned the corner to see him ahead
No!! he's been hit by a van, Boom's  Boom's dead
I ran to my father, sreaming and crying
I'm finding my life,at 7 - far too trying
 
After the funeral, and with my father unwell
We left Inverness, our eyes a swell
To go as two, and not three as before
It's like Mother Nature closed a door
 
So we headed west, to a place called Fort William
Was it in the stars, cause Billy " is " William
We moved there, as the air was so pure
Hoping my father will find his cure
 
For whatever reason, we left the above
We found no Angel or peaceful dove
So we headed back to Inverness
Fathers health decreasing, life still a stress
 
Over the next few years, i was fostered and loaned
In couples houses and children's homes
It was really strange in all those places
Different people, different faces

Then on the 16th of Feb - 76,
James, i was told, your dads very sick.
The cancer had taken your father away
To be with Billy, where you'll join them one day

In 77, i joined the Navy, as i promised my dad you see. 
I did'nt enjoy it, i decided to leave 
Back up north, where my futures to be 
I wanted to have, what my parents had lost 
And that was my aim, no matter the cost

see page 2 of 2, ty..


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/me.php


Details | I do not know? | |

Cousins in love

(This poem is based on a movie I saw.)

It was tragic when two teenagers died.
They couldn't be together so they committed suicide.
They were cousins and that's why their parents kept them apart.
They decided to end it all because of their broken hearts.

The parents forbade their relationship because they were in love with each other.
They decided that they wanted to die because they couldn't be with one another.
Now their parents are all tore up inside.
They'll be in misery for the rest of their lives because of their kids suicides.


Details | Epic | |

We Lost More Than a Dad

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost half of how we came to be
We lost we four girls first love
We lost our Best Friend

We lost more than just a Dad that day
Our Mom lost her Soul Mate, Her other half 
Our children lost their Papaw
We lost our family’s foundation 
We lost the glue that held us together

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost the Strongest man we ever knew 
We lost the man we looked up too
We lost we four girls Teacher of many things

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We four girls lost our Hero
We lost some of our Light
We lost part of our Heart
We lost part of our Soul

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost some of our Courage
We lost some of our Strength
We lost some of our will to fight back
We lost some of our will to carry on
We four girls lost more than a Dad
We lost more than just a Dad that day


Details | Lyric | |

I Hate You Cancer

Dedicated to my Dad who lost his short battle w/ Colon Cancer on June 18,2013

I hate you Cancer
Your vile evil and cruel
You don't care who you hurt
I'll never forget that day
I'll always hate you for it

Your heartless Cancer
You took someone important from me
Someone important from others too
Took people who didn't belong to you
I hate you for it

You disgust me Cancer
You had no right to take him from me
He mattered more than my very own life
I hate you for taking my Daddy
I hate you for taking others too

I hate you with a passion Cancer
You took part of my heart with him
You took part of my soul that day too
I hate you for it
I hate you I hate you I hate you

I hate you with every fiber of my being 
Go back to Hell where you belong
I hate you, others hate you
Your not welcome or wanted here Cancer

I hate you more than his doctor's
I hate you more than God
I hope I get to witness that day
Witness the day you fall
And you will fall Cancer

You're gonna lose the battle one day Cancer
I'm gonna laugh and dance around your grave
You'll finally get what you deserve 
And you'll never be able to take another soul


Sabrina Niday Hansel


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Details | Free verse | |

Nimisha

In her layette, she looked fair.
‘Nimisha’,the parents called her.
When aged five,the polio plucked
The strings that her legs moved.
As a string less violin, her legs rest.
In the wheelchair, she grows up,
Along with her mother’s tension,
And the father’s anxiety.

The rustic children wish her,
But nobody takes her
To the festival
In a shrine rural.
She wears new dress,
But as the butterflies in her frock,
She also cannot flit
To the shrine yard.

Cough waves, today also, 
Shake her lungs so.
The distant drumbeats and the holy music
Move her fingers in the wind rhythmic.
The clarion does resonate and ripple
The divine thoughts in her ears.
She never knew 
Pneumonia packing her soul.

Serenity of the twilight collapses,
As,again, the drum storm develops.
Few knew Nimisha swooned.
Later,the people intoned,
“Being holy, 
An apt day it is.”
In emptiness infinite,
Her parents knew her truly.

FABIYAS M V


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Chronic Pink

~~Chronic Pink~~ 
(Parents Peril * The Nightmare)


Evil sits and whispers -sweet lullabies
Chimes within my head,
I feel damnation scratching at my conscious
Of what was and is!

ASLEEP……………….

Water running down my toes
Rain taping at my windowpane
I fear; I’m reliving my childhood days
~~Dark April showers have a chronic look~~
Motioning me to escalate before daybreak, to face a colorless what!


The trickle of musty wind mesh under my skin
The panics initiates,
But all I conquer and collect is a gash of movement that very moment

SLEEPWALKING……………….

Feelings and wants exist inside my head
Visions of slitting my wrist from end to end
My  subconscious is no longer my friend
At night, praying is what got me through the dark-mares.
I held my own hand that very night
Telling myself it would be all right

EYES OPEN WIDE……………….

Walking down the narrow hall
These Chimes, these Chimes!
Grew with entanglements of crime
In my parent’s room, is where the lullabies were coming from?
Shhh!!! Hush now, I’m humming to the evil sweet chant… 
Whispers of dust suddenly stop
The envelope opener, I punch in and out each neck
One by one, they look up to only see me
A demonic child’s laughter erupts
Chronic Pink escape…

Pacing myself off the bed
I did not realize at that moment of what I've done

Cries of nothing led me back into my room.
There and only there water still sits under the sheets
The emptiness in my head was a sign that finally I can go back to sleep.
Falling asleep too the quietness that spilled around me
Waking up to, the parents peril sight every night

My subconscious held no sympathy
But, my chronic pink eyes relive this everyday memory

I cannot stand this….
Once again, I begin to hear the sound of scratching violins
Where dreams of ANGELS come in Chronic Pink.


by;pd
9/10/2012 


Details | Munaajaat | |

Tell Me

I'm lost hurt and angry
Why did you take his life
I want, No I need to know
Tell me, Tell me why
I deserve to know

Haven't you done enough to him
What'd he ever do to you
He suffered his whole life
Suffered more than anyone deserved
Tell me, Tell me why you did it
I have a right to know

Why'd you let him born to them
Born to worthless parents
Parents who didn't care
They threw him away like garbage
Pawned him off on someone else
Tell me, Tell me why
Explain how you could do that

You gave him Polio
You let others treat him like disease
You took away the full use of his legs
You warped his hand and foot
Tell me, Explain to me why
I deserve to know

You let others think he was crazy
You let it go on for over year
You didn't stop it, Why
Tell me, Give me your reason
Answer me, Help me to understand

You go and make matters worse
You gave him Cancer
You didn't give him a chance to fight back
You just jerked him away from us
Tell me, Tell me how
How you could be so cruel

How can others not question you
When others do it, It's murder
But when it's by your hand
It's your will, Their fate
Tell me, What makes you so different
Your no better than the demons knocking at the door

You heard me beg and plead
You know I'm not afraid to die
I was willing to carry it all for him
I was willing to take my Daddy's place
You didn't even let me say Goodbye
Tell me, Tell me why I couldn't take his place
Answer me, you owe me that much



Sabrina Niday Hansel
~Niday40873~

(motif) Spiritual


Details | Rhyme | |

My Goodbye

This is for my grandma. She only has a few more weeks and I can't find any other way to put my feelings than this.


Heaven wants another angel tonight.
You feel that you lost, but you won this fight.
No pain or sorrow can keep you apart,
From what we think is the end but is really just the start.
I’ll miss you but let your heart be free.
The shadow of your presence I’ll feel in my sleep.
You’ll spend some time in a world above the sky,
While I’m the ground hearing echoes of goodbyes.
But we’ll meet again so soon,
I’ll see you in the light of the moon.
We’ll tell each other stories forever,
About the marvelous things we saw in the times not together.
I know heaven won’t wait for goodbyes,
But I love you,
And for now this is mine.


Details | Free verse | |

Love, Death, and Rebirth

The signs started in December
When she started waking up in tears each night
She was a normal girl with dark brown hair and darker brown eyes
She had plenty of friends and a loving family with just one thing missing
Her father. 

Days passed by and turned into weeks but only felt like a few seconds
Her life just whizzed by faster and faster until it was just a whirr in front of her eyes
Darkness filtered into her heart and mind until she didn't know if she could go on
But she had to. She couldn't let her mother and her sister drown in this same pain
She wouldn't let them.

She pushed all the darkness into the depths of her own heart
In hopes to save the hearts of the two people she had left
Because what else was there to live for now?
The rest of her world had crashed and her mother and sister was all that was left 
She wouldn't let them drown in pain too. 

She watched as they started to heal in her loving arms
Their hearts started to lighten up once more
But hers was just as dark as it was before 
And growing darker day by day 
But she wouldn't let that stop her. 

Suddenly a year had passed... and then two 
It only seemed like seconds to her but everyone else started moving on
Her mother and sister no longer needed her nurturing care
But she needed someone to hold on to
Anyone...

With nothing left for her to take control of, the dark pushed past her boundries 
It found a way into her soul
Until all she could see was dark and no light 
But her mother and sister were healed now
They didn't understand

The tears came back and engulfed her soul
Bit by bit until she wasn't sure why she was still alive
The grief took over like knives 
Piercing her skin over and over and over
It hurt so much.

She started to wonder what it'd look like to be dead
She could see him again if she was
Wouldn't it be so much easier than having to endure this pain?
Wouldn't it be so much easier than having to live knowing she'd never see him again?
It would.

So she started to hate herself
All that negative energy was starting to take toll
Everyone around her was breathing while she suffocated more and more by the second
She wished she'd just choke already instead of living in constant pain
If no one would put her out of her misery, she'd have to do it herself

She couldn't see any light anymore
So she grabbed the pill bottle off the shelf and just hoped it wouldn't take long to die
Deep down she still had a spark of light, but she just couldn't find it 
And now it was too late in her mind to change, to turn back and try to look deeper
She was done living.

That's when people started to notice that everything wasn't as peaceful as it seemed
They started to see how deeply depressed she had become
They wanted to help her see the light again before it was too late 
So they sent her away to see doctors and to take pills to make everything better
It was a start.

She didn't see a change at first but suddenly she could think clearly
Maybe what they were doing was actually going to help her see the light again
Yes, she still wanted to die, but maybe that wasn't the only option anymore
They cared,  and behind all their own problems they were trying to understand
They really were trying

Six months longer she would be treated and cared for
Until suddenly she was sent home from her treatment and care with a smile on her face
She had a new perspective
Someone had helped her ignite that spark in her heart until it was a glowing ember
She had been reborn

Sometimes you have to be able to experience the worst of it
To come back shining brighter than before
And if she had died that cold day in October, she wouldn't of ever seen the best of it
Or known that it would get better
and it did!

And she now sits at her laptop, with a smile on her face and warmth in her heart
It's never been an easy road and it won't ever be
But at least she knows she's lived through the worst
And it can only get better from here

So whenever she feels lonely or gets back into that dark spot again
She can look back on what she's learned and can read this poem
And remember that she survived the darkest depths of depression
And she will continue to survive it as long as she lives
Because she is stronger now than she ever was before ?


Details | Free verse | |

If Old Men Fought

An old man looking out his door,
gaze fixed on a distant shore,
reminiscing to a time, not of happiness,
or, the prospect of a bright future,
to when he was sick to his very core,
to when as a youth, he went to war

A time before infallibility had meaning,
patriotism and bravado the craze,
the future was still unknown,
vigor for life at its all time high,
a time for romance, partying, buying,
no thought of pain, deformity, dying

Too young to understand or question,
ship to foreign shore, medals abound,
will impress the girls next time in town,
sacrifice not temporary,
forever more,
a legacy etched into a wall, few will remember,
flesh shredded, burned, torn,
families mourn

A time, when he willingly went to war,
will happen no more,
all lost in youth, now unrelenting,
no blind obedience,
minimal risk,
long life, his number one ambition

As he turns back from the door,
he thinks of the youth,
here now, soon no more,
lessons never learned,
the call to war,
to common the roar,
complacency the mood,
another generation removed

The old man agonizes
over what was originally not known,
war is preventable,
life too precious to waste,
the solution simple,
his vision, maybe too late

Send old men to the front to fight,
arthritis, heart disease, poor eyesight,
let the youth enjoy their life,
his near over, its only right

Send old men, to the front, to fight
ask them to give up their life,
patriotism and bravado, still alive,
will and desire would not last the night,
old men do not rush to death in their twilight,
failure inevitable, the old man smiles,
knows he's right

Wars not possible,
if old men, are sent to fight


Details | Lyric | |

Forever Changed

June 18, 2013 our world was Forever Changed
We where over halfway home
When we got the call from our baby sister

Said we need to get back home
We need to come as fast as we can drive
Mom really needs us
Something’s wrong with Daddy
The whole way we drove 80
Hoping & Praying we’d make it in time

Our Family & Friends were weeping 
By the time we got to his side
We knew our Daddy had been taking
And our hearts they were breaking
We never got to say Goodbye
We each softly kissed that man
We four sisters climbed in his bed 
We laid down beside him 
And cried just like babies
For our world was Forever Changed 
 
 


Details | Free verse | |

Sweet child of mine

The stars they used to bring tears to my eyes
Dark skies, I cried as I prayed for daylight
You were my fragment of pain
I became swallowed in memorys of darkness
That used to come and go so haunting, the loss of you
Still is killing me, for you were gone so suddenly..

My first child
My first love
Now all I have left
Are the stars above
Not to mention
The glow of the moon
That always reminds me
That you were taken too soon
Tears fall down my cheeks
When your name is spoken, that's when 
These demons become awoken
The heartbreak
The despair
Losing your child
Is too much to bear
Sleepless nights
Dreams full of terror
Seeing the pain in your eyes
Everytime you look in the mirror

I can look at the stars now
With hope, instead of pain
You my child, did not die in vain
You will live through me, glow bright star
Glow.. Glow for me
And for all of 
The mommys to see
Be my guidance, keep me from the ledge
To you child, this I pledge:

I see your glow and I can now smile
Though I might shed a tear every once and a while
Just because, I'm missing you
But I promise I will pull through

Thank you spirits
Thank you stars
For welcoming my child
With open arms
Keep him safe
Give him love
And let him know I am with him
Everytime I look above..


Details | Name | |

Sarah Marie Johnson

Sarah Johnson is, and will always be a cold, heartless murderer. She has no empathy for what she did to both of her own parents, Diane and Alan Johnson. Her friends and family can't even believe that a sweet girl would kill both of her own parents over some guy. They knew that Sarah wasn't supposed to get into this so-called "serious relationship" with this guy named Bruno Santos. The illegal immigrant was three years older than her, especially when he is still known for having a criminal history. It's sad to hear that Mr. and Mrs. Johnson had to die that soon. The entire Johnson family had their lives ahead of them. Sarah Johnson is a heartless liar, an assassin, and on top of all that, she has no soul. The girl was afraid that both of her parents would go to the police and have her so-called "boyfriend" arrested and charged for statutory rape, so Miss Johnson killed them. Now, that was a cowardly move. The reason why Sarah Johnson had killed both of her own parents (mother and father) is because for one, they were going to send him straight to jail for dating a then-sixteen-year-old and they grounded her for life, as in, "indefinitely." Everybody, including her brother, knows that Sarah has no heart and no soul. But in the end, I guess society is better off with Sarah Marie Johnson in prison for the rest of her life. And as far as the citizens of Bellevue, Idaho, her family and her high school friends are concerned, prison is where she belongs. She wasn't abused by both of her parents, but I still can't believe she killed them in cold blood. Now that's what everybody's talking about: a cold, calculates sociopath with no remorse for what she did and had felt no empathy. Sarah Johnson will always be remembered as a bad woman with a selfish ego. And if all types of homicides (matricide, fratricide, and/or parricide) continue to increase, there's no telling what bad thing might happen next.


Details | Ballad | |

My kiss from Heaven

My Kiss from Heaven

I used to have a Ouija board
I’d play with it for hours
I never really believed in it
I thought it had no power
It was just a novelty
To me, a piece of fun
Then once when I was playing it
Just before the day was done

All of the room went kind of still
And a silence touched my soul
It felt like angels were all around me
And my world felt kind of whole
My hand went whirring round that board
Like me, I could not stop it
I felt that I had no control
It disturbed me just a bit.

A message, well it seemed to come
It seemed to say to me
“Phone your father in the old country
And do it speedily”
So I did this, I phoned Mum up
She told me dad was sick
And If I wanted to see him alive
I’d have to get back quick.

Well I got back to see my dad
Then he died not too long after
I let him know how much I loved him
And we shared some tears and laughter
I ask, was this a kiss from Heaven?
It seems like this could be
All I know is I’m glad it happened
It changed my life for me.

11 September 2013 @ 1453hrs.
Peter Duggan.








Details | I do not know? | |

Family Matters

In the attic, above wooden floor,
through the hallway of psychotic, locks upon my door,
near the broken window and glass of the sore,
hiding in the shadows,
bloodstains on the wall.

 Number nine,
house at the end of the street,
where lights are low,
where silent never sleep.


Details | Sonnet | |

Temporary Home

 
They’ve traveled from one house to another.  
Some may say they’re strong enough to go on 
Without a woman to call their mother. 
Attachment is pointless, soon to be gone.  
 
Another house that will never be home.  
Little children crying themselves to sleep,
wondering where they will be next to roam. 
All they can do is to hope and to weep. 

Will they love me enough now, I wonder.
Shall I go away or shall I stay here?
At night, I can still hear the loud thunder
of his footsteps drawing so very near. 

Though I may never find my one true home,
For love, I’ve found- I’m no longer alone.


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A Little Angel

A little angel came to Earth one day. but he didn't come here to stay. Three years was his time limit. His parents did not know it then, but God for him, had a plan. The day he was born, to everyone he brought joy. His parents loved him from the start. Manuel Zachary was his name. He grew up pretty quick. While he was here, he spread smiles, love and star dust everywhere. His family loved him very much. He was their little Angel from above. Three years he was here to spread his love and joy. One day he heard a call. It was God calling him home. His parents couldn't understand - why with them - he couldn't stay. Now he is back where he belongs and from there he watches over them. Every now and than he gives them a sign. He spreads some star dust, to let them know that he is still around... 08/14/2012 Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo Comments: This did happened. I was asked to write this poem. Hope you like it.


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Dusty Memories

amidst my walls
a discolored rose
a wedding photo
a collection of memories
 
a discolored rose
a moment of mourning
as fragile as life
 
a wedding photo
of lovers once parted
united in the beyond
 
a collection of memories
coalesce together
a collage of juncture
 
 
 
 i found this form online and wanted to experiment with it...
 
Trimeric
Trimeric \tri-(meh)-rik\ n: a four stanza poem in which the first stanza has four lines and 
the last three stanzas have three lines each, with the first line of each repeating the 
respective line of the first stanza.  The sequence of lines, then, is abcd, b – -, c – -, d – -.


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When it never ends

years of yesterday 
caught in time 
when fate would not have it any other way
and your countenance is covered in grime

oblivion escapes the hold
of an afflicted heart
for history foretold
and yet never was I ready to witness the start

grief fills the void case
of a special love
never again to caress a father's embrace
in the comfort of emotion's cove

it hurts to remember
and the past its inspiration lends
for expression burnt to ember
when it never ends


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The Family

The couple had a little girl 
and she was two years old
a pretty little thing she was 
although just getting bold

she loved her parents very much 
and let them know each day
she sometimes got in trouble when 
she tried new games to play

The threesome went out frequently 
to check out happy places
she could not help but notice 
a whole world of different faces

the child saw everything as new 
and saw it with great pleasure
her parents let her know a lot 
that she was their great treasure

All who saw them in their walks 
knew they were very happy
her folks would talk about her acts
even though some were sappy

The family took a camping trip
to live as days of yore
Her father thought he knew the best
to eat from country floor

while she slept soundly through the night
her Mom and Dad had died
the mushrooms dad had picked for lunch
were poisonous when fried

When she woke up she wondered why
her mom and dad were still
she yelled and cried till she was hoarse
but could not warm the chill

Her parents played a lot of games
this one she did not know
her mom and dad would not wake up
she had nowhere to go

She cried herself to sleep that night
tired out from all her tears
she felt her hunger growing now
first time in her two years

She did not wander far away
her thirst had made her weak
she did not like ths game at all
some comfort she did seek

They found them there after some days
they did not need to check
the little girl had died as well
her arms round daddys neck

Andrew B. Totten



Details | Senryu | |

Planned Parenthood

    planning parenthood 
 birth control and abortion 
      no babies allowed


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Spirit unbroken

Dear loveless one

Your hatred may have left holes
in my emotions
and your fury unleashed scars
upon the spirit
you will never possess...
Even though your tongue dug my soul's grave
and your hands muffled my cries
and bound me in chains 
to sinking death as a child,
I kept on living for hope's sake.
You deafened my ears to joy's call
and love I passed by, oblivious
to its tender touch.
You blinded my eyes to the beauty
that was staring me in the face 
and stitched up my mouth 
to prevent your own shame 
escaping in audible screams...

Today my body rests in the ocean
and still you are troubled.
Why then?
You got what you wanted, didn't you?
You murdered your own flesh and blood
to compensate for your flaws.

You know... You know you can't run
from a past so dark.
You hear my daunting laughter 
and the endless pleading haunts you.

I grip your black heart frozen
and whisper, "Goodbye."

Sincerely, 
Spirit unbroken.

(A tribute to all abused children)


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Christ Child

In eternity past, the Father asks the Son to go down.
Having equal Love for humans the "Yes" comes fast.
When Creation leads to time, the world waits for 4 BC
Marking the start of the end of Satan's long rule at last.

Did Satan laugh at the poor setting for Jesus' birth here?
A cry in a cave for animals pierces the night, changing all.
Shepherds worship; later wise kings give precious gifts.
Mary and Joseph marvel, yet Herod's rage soon gives a call.

A call to leave quickly to Egypt where they'll live as refugees.
Sparing the Christ child a merciless death of those under three.
When Herod finally dies, Jesus' parents head back to Israel.
Still not fully safe from mad rule, Nazareth is their destiny.

Here the child will grow to be a man, following His parents rule.
Surprising the Pharisees with His wisdom at 12, at 30 riling them.
Preaching with authority, healing the incurable, loving the humble.
Women weep repenting at his feet; one's healed by touching his hem.

Zacchaeus risks going into a tree and finds Jesus' salvation so free.
Nicodemus comes at night to ask and ends amazed he's met God's Son
The Woman at the Well gets far more vital water than the usual kind.
And many healed can't but tell others of the miracle God has done.

The babe in the manger now stills the storm and his disciples believe
Even seeing the dead arise, like Lazarus in the tomb for four days.
Foretelling a greater rising coming but not before immense suffering.
The sword Mary was told would pierce her heart is soon on its way.

For most religious leaders cannot tolerate Jesus' lack of respect for them.
Calling them whitewashed tombs and pointing pride out to Pharisees.
Not endearing Himself with the establishment, but following God's way.
Knowing soon He'd be betrayed, arrested, tried and tortured brutally.

Still, he calmly feeds them body bread and blood wine in a final feast.
Tells them the Spirit comes, and prays they'd be one like Father and Son.
Heads to the Garden, prays to His Father for another way if possible.
Your will be done ends and the soldiers come and with Judas kiss it's done.

The most pure, innocent Man who's ever lived is now in hostile hands.
A trial by dark without witness or any rights – and off to Pontius Pilate.
Then Herod then back to Pilate whose wife dreamed Jesus was innocent.
But the people's cries to crucify win over – Jesus caught in intrigue's net.

The child of Bethlehem now hung on a Cross between two criminals.
The Light of the World by darkness and our sins is being slowly slain.
Feeling forsaken by God, but then "Into Your hands I commit my spirit."
Reunited and soon to show the world that this Child was no ordinary one.

Risen as Jesus predicted, for how can death conquer everlasting, perfect life?
From childhood to adult not one sin, not once yielding to Satan's temptations.
Proving we can have life eternal if we confess and believe in Jesus as our Savior.
Calling His followers in risen form to await the Spirit and share Christ to the nations


Details | Couplet | |

Blessing are never ending.....

Since Birth, Blessings are never ending....

Birth Parents wishful dream, Dream Parents anyone would say
Cute, Cuddly, Lovable, anyone would baby-sit and play 

Fun filled childhood, pranks, prizes, punishments, peers envy
Toys,Tiffs,Tears,Top Grades,Trophies in Academics, Activity many 

Cricket captain, carrom champion, competent at chess, badminton 
Athlete, Actor, Artist, Author, Poet, Palmist anywhere centre of attention  

Country's best College, brilliant academics, 
Friends, Love, Hotel, Movies, Malls, Parties, Picnics,  

Respectable job, great assignments, good Lifestyle, 
Career on fast track, work-hard-party-harder all the while  

Wise wife, 24 carat children, rational relative,  
Neighbours never neglecting, Friends supportive,    

Had health scare, got over with miracle rare
Lived life at my terms, terms very few would dare

Enjoying Life in moments, reading, writing poems, sketching
Active on social networking sites, socialising, travelling

With Life so momentous, Death too can't be any less
As ever Life rocks, never shall feel too early when Death knocks   

On Death, Blessings shall be just beginning.....
 
 



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Their Last Hours

Sitting with her at their last hours,
studying her face as his mind devours.
Wishing this moment could be suspended in time,
avoiding their goodbyes up to Heaven she'll climb.
Married for years through the good and the bad,
the disease that parts them is all so sad.
When she passes he'll die of a broken heart,
he'll not allow death to keep them apart.
He holds her hand and it makes them whole,
God made them all but one flesh and soul.
He embeds in his mind the greens of her eyes,
as she withers away clinging to her he trys.
He said I love you I always will,
you are the only one this void can fill.
He crys and holds her as tight as he can,
wanting to collaps so helpless where he stands.
She lays on the couch and takes her last breath,
as it came to pass the hour of her death.
Her soul had passed so swiftly through the room,
his bride of thirtythree years had left her groom.
Eight years later he says I'm going home,
to be with my love in Heaven we'll roam.
He finally died of a massive heart attack,
finding her footsteps in Heaven he tracks.
He recognizes her by her deep green eyes,
the beauty of her face is where is heart resides.
Her body was free of cancer and pains,
free as a bird she broke free from the chains.
No rememberance of death had entered their minds,
just the love in their hearts through God's glory they shine.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Death of Laci Rocha-Peterson

It's been almost ten years to December 2002 since Laci Rocha-Peterson and her unborn son were killed by her loser husband, Scott Peterson. This case has haunted the lives of all of the citizens of a California town called Modesto; just outside of San Francisco. It seems that Laci's life was ended permanently too soon, especially when she had planned on giving birth to Scott's first born son, Connor. Both of her parents (her mom and step-dad) were angry, her brother was also angry and dismayed, the people were shocked and disgusted, and so on. Scott Peterson was afraid to be a father, that he never wanted to spend the rest of his so-called "life" with his late wife, and, on top of all that, Mr. Peterson was also afraid that his late wife, Laci, would find about his love affair with another woman named Amber Frey, so he killed her as a cowardly act. Laci Rocha-Peterson and her first born son really didn't deserve to die by the hands of her own husband, their own flesh and blood. She and her son had a whole life ahead of them, especially when her son, Connor, was about to begin the first day of school and stuff. But now that baby Connor and her mother are not on planet Earth and in heaven now, their family members, especially her parents and his grandparents, are still in a depressive mode. What kind of human being would want to dump his or her spouse in a body of water, let alone the San Francisco Bay? Who does that? The media, including the CBS Network, Nancy Grace, and the San Francisco Post were all over the Laci Peterson case, especially when everybody knew that Scott Peterson Selfishly killed his own wife and unborn son. What a coward he is and/or was. Scott may have had all of the ones he loved fooled, but when he walks into the death chamber and is executed by lethal injection, God will decide his punishment. And when He does, Scott Peterson will pay for what he did to his wife and own son, his own flesh and blood. The spirits of Laci Rocha-Peterson and her son will live on in their relatives' lives and through the hearts of the ones who knew her. May she and her son rest in peace.


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THAT BIZARRE BEHAVIOR CAUSED A SUDDEN DEATH

Blame the parents
for rising their kids
with a foul language...
sins have a wage!

Only respect and morality 
make good citizens of society,
but many like to poke fun
at anyone who can't run.


By looking at them one realizes
they came from unstable families:
their mother was a drunker,
and their father an abuser.


One of them wearing a Yankee cap
yells at the limping old lady out of shape,
" Fat cow, how many quarts of milk have gulped tonight?
You didn't wipe off that white mustache! Are you going to fart? "


And the elderly lady replied to that insult
" Watch your language, punk...I can fight! "
" Look at you! You walk like a turtle! "
she challenged her thinking she was feeble.


" Don't threaten me and get me mad, young lady!"
she brazed her legs expecting her 
 to suddenly fling and attack her;
" I used to play baseball...I'll knock you down easily! "


Taking a grim look at her, the slender and cynical girl
continued to abuse the obese lady by giving her hell,
" Taste this, it's going to hurt! " she yelled by punching the teenager hard 
and once down, the motionless, breathless and bloody girl didn't get up.


Everybody panicked, shaking her trying to revive her, 
" No pulse! No heartbeat! No breath! She's dead! "
The ambulance came five minutes after to take one to the morgue
and the other to the nearest hospital with a bleeding tongue.

 
It's very rare for a bizarre behavior to cause a sudden death,
and unfortunately one life was lost because that teen felt tough;
it's a warning to other youngsters, " Avoid such a confrontation
with people you think are too old to fight, always use precaution!"






Details | I do not know? | |

What Ifs Strike

Yesterday in school,
Some What Ifs got into my head,
Because I accidentally fell asleep,
This is what they said.

What If I miss the school bus?
What If my parents die?
What If I get 0% on the math test?
What If I poke a needle in my eye?

What If my parents leave me?
What If I miss a school day?
What If people hate me?
What If I mess up the school play?

What If I don’t memorize my lines?
What If I get a hard kick?
What If I miss a soccer game?
What If I get terribly sick?

What If I have a heart attack?
What If I miss a ball?
What If I stay very small?
What If I have a terrible fall?

Then someone woke me,
And I was glad not to be dead.
I found myself not in school,
But at home in my own bed.


Details | Quatrain | |

Living with Mother Nature's Bruise

We turned to each other when we heard on the news
Our daughters place of work, enduring mother nature's bruise
She worked on an island now swamped with wrath
To her we now travel to retrace her last path

To go there blind never knowing if she breathes
Thoughts think the worst as we subconsciously grieve
Our daughter, our life, as we make plans to depart
Facing hours of torment as our minds tear apart

To this island we head where she enjoys life to the full
Thinking back to her young years, learning in school
This paradise as she calls it, in the Indian Ocean
Our minds picture, her love to live notions

We step of the plane into a world far from home
Praying we find her, dead or alive, to never roam
To the north of the island, Aceh is it's name
Is this where we find her, with no one to blame

We reach the village, it's where our daughter calls home
Teaching the youngsters English along the beaches they combed
We wander dazed and confused, joining the crying and the grieving
Emotional rescuers surround us, they just keep on believing

Hand in hand we stare hoping, as our eyes glimpse the lost
Our daughters not there, as we join the emotional exhaust
Suddenly I feel a tugging on my sleeve
Lady lady, you my teachers mama, come with me please

Looking down, my eyes cascading with tears
A beautiful young girl, momentarily relieving my fears
Lady lady, please please, come with me please
To a makeshift hospital she takes us, our hearts so in unease

To a door we arrive, she cries, mama's teacher mama's teacher
As she is led away by the hospital preacher
We are greeted by a doctor, taken through corridors of death
The relieving earlier felt, now replaced by inner reft

The stench of death drifts, lost souls we feel crying
Resonating sounds echo, the last breaths of the dying
Cubicle after cubicle, every curtain our hearts run
In broken English, is she the one, is she the one

The second curtain from the last, the doctor once again opens
Despair and tears increase, parents lost in their hoping
Before us lies, a broken twisted bandaged soul
The tattoo on her ankle, I cry Nicole, it's our Nicole

Engulfed with emotions our cheeks streaming with tears
Viewing the earlier posters, parents losing their fears
Living this moment, realising their daughter has lived
As we look back to the pictures, knowing families are sieved

Words we will remember until the day we are gone
That moment we heard, is she the one, is she the one


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Salem

The roar of voices became muted,
consumed by the beating of her heart. 
Her eyes are wide in fright,
her life has hardly begun to start.

Yet here she is, 
small bruised body tied to the stake.
Nobody will believe her,
that this punishment is a mistake. 

Her parents won't even look her way,
as tears well in her eyes.
Even they think she's a monster,
her own parents fell for the lies.

'Mommy, Daddy!' she cried
'you can't let them burn me!'
But they stared at the ground,
just wishing they could flee.

The fire was lit,
her dress hem caught flame.
Her parents ignored her screams, 
they stood exactly the same.

The crowed chanted 'witch!',
as the six year old burned.
Again, they killed an innocent,
and again, showed no concern.


Details | Free verse | |

grandpa's last wish

I wished that your last moments
were to be the best that you had saved for the last
you were barely old but the gold in you kept streaming
you liked to dress in suits like the gentleness that trailed before you
it would take a miracle to see your smile fade
but just as firm the monument so was the canon
I watched dad neel besides you
his feet afixed to the cemented floor
the door to the room slightly opened
 my emty eyes creeping between the wooden fissures
a mute cry, a melting ice
you opened your mouth only that words had died long before
I could tell it was a goodbye entangled within the 'g' sounds
and I new that the time had come
the concrete roofs couldn't keep off the angel of death
who abreastly trailed unoticed

I ran to your death bed and hugged you

fulfiling your final wishes

and I felt your skin cold
- See more at: http://allpoetry.com/poem/11769296-grandpas-last-wish-by-kizocarson#sthash.ADHdXPT2.P1iZ3aj6.dpuf


Details | Lyric | |

Let's Party With the Wicked

The first big party of the year
Right after the pre-season game
A bunch of juniors and seniors take off
Driving around down the highway.
Pulling up to the designated house
Where the parents aren't at home
They don't know about the party
Their "honor student" has thrown.
Music is blasting from speakers all around
As people shove away couches to dance
Furniture's broken, but nobody cares
The party's a once-in-a-lifetime chance.
Things start to heat up
As guys bring in kegs of beer
Even freshmen took a drink, thinking,
"Total freedom; there are no parents here!"
Pretty soon, every thing's trashed,
And the people leave to go home
Late at night, right after that party,
People pull out onto the road.
Pandemonium wreaks havoc 
Twenty minutes after they leave
As all across the small town,
Cars begin to weave.
Cars crash like dominoes
In a simultaneous effect
Parents are in a panic
Wondering where their children have been left.
Bodies are splayed out all over the road
As metal tears and glass breaks
All of this, because of one little party
And because some students chose to drink.
Their best friends are in body bags
And their parents are engulfed in grief
And all because of that one party
And that stupid choice to drink.
Honor students now lay dead
Choir members in bags
Band players are gone forever
The other stories are just as bad.
Alcohol checks are administered
And even young ones are to blame
"It's not my fault, I was drugged!"
One sophmore dares to claim.
"It was just a little alcohol," they say,
As it rages through their system
"I didn't mean to kill anybody,
But now, I wish I were with them."
The nickname for this awful crash
And this tragic night
Truly lives up to its name:
"The Wicked has take flight."
Drinking and driving don't mix
And these students learned the hard way
It was just a little fun,
But their friends won't be back Monday.
Some say it wasn't their fault
And that everbody did it,
But really, everyone's to blame
For thinking, "Let's party with the Wicked."


Details | Rhyme | |

Reunion

Eyes grow weary, have they learned to see
During years of absence, you from me
Your story's at end, your chosen plot
Time draws near, but you may know not

Shall I see my mother, perhaps my dad
Ever watchful, my being glowing so glad
It is time, I wait with mounting joy
For them once again to be girl or boy

That which was separate, will now be one
Your chosen tasks are nearly done
At the entrance, there I stand
Reunion time is close at hand

From the palm of His hand I've watched you grow
Seeds of goodness, We watched you sow
Come be with me and share His land
I await the touch of your sweet hand

I fault you not, as you can see
I love you so, come be with me
So hasten forth, with lifted heart
No longer more shall we be apart

These words I write, so dear to me
Express my desire that you'll be free
If the gate be locked, search for the key
But look not far, in your heart it will be.


Details | Free verse | |

A Cemetery's condo

Every morning, an overview of death’s tombstones is perched outside my window taunting 
and haunting me with the scent of a hollow kiss.  The worst case is not this thing called death 
but the abuse of love that my parents fill into my bruised soul, a child I am no more but I 
can still remember the time I cried as one and cried and cried until the face of a frustrated 
mother came to ease my pain, and her own unease mind.  Disorder clouded my mind but as 
a child I did not fully understand what these emotions where, for is a mother not there to 
ease her Childs pains, and is a mother not there also to ease her children’s emotional pains.  
I can vouch that my physical pain was eased but spiritually my emotions ran wild like a pack 
of wolfs searching for the hunter who wielded with him the ax grief.  I respect my parents 
like any child should, and I disobey them like any child shouldn’t, but what I feel towards 
them is different than disobedient and anger. It feels as if loath itself is creeping up into my 
heart then into my head like the words of a woman who clouds all sense of reasoning.  I 
laugh but I cannot truly feel happy even when they do try to appease me in the way I want 
to be appeased or so they do think for we never truly speak. I love them; I loathe them, for 
I am an outcast even amongst outcasts for they say they know pain but not all pain is 
physical for trauma has kissed and slept inside my heart but has it done the same in theirs 
also. I shall never know for trauma has chained us into the comfort of its hellish bed and 
sealed our lips like everything that is true in life. I am loath now, I am pain now, I am evil 
incarnate, but I am an evil whose pain and loath seek nothing but the comfort of peace. 
Every morning I wake, and an overview of death’s tombstones is perched outside my 
window taunting and haunting me with the scent of a hollow kiss and I wonder when is the 
day that I will fall prey under the temptation of its kiss. Death is literally around the corner 
for I live by a cemetery’s condo.


* Just a story but i have put SOME of my feelings and my own life experience in there.





Details | Rhyme | |

Mindful Thoughts from My Head

thoughts
How often I’ve  thought ,  I’ll just stay in bed...
But that’s for sick folks my mother said
So I’ll just linger a little while...
 And let  my memories make me smile..
My mother was strong and rather petite.....
And my father so strict...and yet so sweet..
They knew how difficult life could be...
And passed that on to my siblings and me....
As they had experience throughout their life..
With all the usual stress and strife..
And the pair of them taught us all so well....
Though the way we act sometimes you couldn’t tell..
The lessons  we learn from our parents you see...
Are what makes us special like you and me..
And as we grow and make our own way...
Leaving our homeland so far away....
Years later returning to the place where we were born...
To scatter their ashes amongst the Rose garden thorn...
Was across the sea we had to go..
The memories were already starting to flow...
As we stood  outside of the garden gate....
We heard Mother’s voice, so articulate...
 “ tea’s ready “....and Dad said I hope it’s Earl Grey...
It was then we realized this was the day..
As they were gone and you can never go back..
So we must face the fact....
Our mind plays the movies in our head...
So with that in  mind ..  guess  I’d better get out of bed..... 
earl grey tea


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IF ONLY

Class is in session
My name is called for attendance 
All of a sudden I start to slightly cry
I realize everyone's watching me
Die inside
Talking aloud my dearest friend says
Why what is the matter?
I say my mom is no longer here 
I need to be gone 
Can't finish my life without parents by my side
What should I do? 
End it with a knife? 
Start over and tell a lie?
I blame myself everyday
Fifteen years of struggle 
Now as a sixteen year old
Past-life is the monster I hide
I leave it behind as I write 
I can't let life push me by
If I let it push me along
My life wouldn't last too long
Maybe just maybe 
I can travel back in time
Change all mistakes
In a flash 
Return to a life I wish I had
Without parents is depressing
Knowing I'm loved in some sort of way
Takes my life away 
If only I can travel back in time
Just to want that happy life  


Details | Epitaph | |

The Promise Land

Time and memories heal our sad hearts
Life goes on as we are apart
We will treasure you as parents who did their best
The deep emptiness we feel today
With time will slowly go away
TWO very special people to me
My dear parents you see
When you cross that river hand in hand
When you reach that promise land
I know you will be looking back to see
Your life and how it used to be
We are the ones left behind
Taking comfort in the memories we find
We are thankful for the time we had
We love you more dearly, mom and dad





For  Sandra


Details | I do not know? | |

The Saddest Life

I heard a whistle in the air
As a little girl cried, “It’s not fair”
Because her parents did not care
Out late drinking every night
Coming home in a drunken fight
Things were never right
This little girl had one request
But this, her parents had to detest
She wanted things to be sane
Just simple and plain
One day with no fights
Or drunken late nights
These were her rights
But this her parents could not give
So it was she who could not live
It was for them
That she can never forgive
She cannot live for long
For it is she who will never belong
Picking a knife
Out of the kitchen drawer
She realizes
She doesn’t care anymore
She runs up and hides in her room
And as she looks out at the moon
She says her last goodbyes
And with the tears that she last cries
She slits her throat and dies
That little girl was me


Details | Ballad | |

Young Lady

I was walking to this restaurant
As I was going I saw a young lady
Hi there young lady
Hi, the young lady said so calmly 
What are you doing sitting in this grave yard?
Thinking
Would you join me I'm so alone? 
Sure I said
I sat there and she started to tell me something
I've,I've,I've just seen a ghost 
What young lady?
I have just seen a ghost
That is impossible 
I'm serious I saw one!!!!
They disappeared so quickly like a ghost
It was just yesterday you see
I was awoken by this startling noise
Then I ran down the stairs
As I started to run I saw three ghost
They were standing in my parents room
I hide in the closet by the stairs
And I saw this medal looking thing, one of the ghost were carrying it
The medal looking thing was being put to my mothers head
Then I saw red liquid drip from her head onto the floor
Then the medal looking thing was pointed at my dad
And the same red liquid hit the floor again
I  tip toed out of the closet as soon as the ghost disappeared 
Then one of them came back its like he flew but without hearing it
And I went into hiding again
The ghost then took out this medal looking thing again
Except this red liquid looking thing was draining from my head
Then the next thing I knew I was at these golden gates
Wait!! I read about this, I read it in that book my mom takes to the church
But was was it called?
And why am I here?
Why did you come back?
I had to wait my turn is what that guy with the wings said
She paused for a while
So what happened next young lady?
I saw my parents 
And here they are right now!!!
She ran to her parents greeting them with a hug
Then I saw this light, the girl went into it with her parents while waving goodbye
She turns back around and says its time for me to go back to the golden gates, but I will see you nearest future
Yes you will young lady yes you will




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Sniffing glue

A teenage boy died after he sniffed glue.
It was a really stupid thing for him to do.
His parents rushed him to the hospital but it was too late.
That poor boy was doomed, it was truly a horrible fate.

His parents said goodbye to him and then he died.
Sniffing glue is idiotic, that can't be denied.
He sniffed it because he wanted to get high.
Don't ever sniff glue or you may also die.

(This is a true story.)


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The last

As they kiss their parents good bye 
not nowing it will be the last 
as they call their parents names not 
knowing it would be the last 
As the parents kiss their child 
thinking they will see their child 
again after school
As they walk the child into the 
school thinking it was a safe place to 
be 
Not knowing what the day had plain 
The phone rang as she answer the 
phone the words she wish she never 
heard"your child had been kill"as she 
drop to her knees and started to cry 
she scream why lord she was pure 
she was sweet why you took my 
child


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The Gnarled Gait

Smear of wrinkles, tattered hair
A long life mapped on his forehead,
An old man sways over a cane,
Racked with ill health

Haggard expression
Portrait of banality 
Ancient gemstone locked behind old age

Impulses of joy flash in his mind
Remembrances of eloquence,
Afterthoughts of youth and strength,
Of deer skipping across green meadows,
Of snow carpeted on the rooftops,
Of dew trickling beyond the seas,
Of children laughing in the sun


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SURVIVE BY HEEDING ADVICE

When the parents are gone,
the kids survive by heeding advice and carry on
their wishes by honoring their true intent;
flowers sprout and then bloom,
never living their fragile, little ones to a fateful gloom...
as sunshine nurtures them!


Glimpses may not give us a full image,
but they can reveal their glossary of life and death,
and it depends on us how to put it
into a consequent sentence and give meaning to it;
our parents raised us up to a certain standard,
hoping we'd pick up the slack where they left off!  


And will we be elated by parental pride,
by doing all things that are beautiful and honorable...
great things that endow us with exuberance and fortitude,
to conquer every boundary and win every battle? 
History can take us there, showing us the ones who fearlessly dared:
Moses who bashed rebellion and Jesus who lashed the whip! 


Many will stumbled on life's deception,
others will cautiously follow its trail to wisdom,
to find themselves acclaimed by glory 
and flourishing in their endeavors:  they will find immortality;
and if anyone was deceived by the notion...
that nothing outlasts us, they are completely wrong!


There's no greater joy than remembering
how our parents leaded a religious life without a spot,
believing that obedience was a reward for longevity; and was
God ever put out of their thoughts...not fortifying
their spirits and making them stand on a solid rock?
Foolish persons shouldn't be pitied for their self-inflicted wounds! 



The kids can survive by heeding advice, unfraidly facing their challenges,
alleviating their fears with the words that they received from the elders:
walking on a straight path, avoiding danger and harm, to live a golden youth
and a longer life...when most youngsters lose these to drugs and lust;
and with no gray hair on their heads and no stories to tell their granchildren,
who are the victorious ones that should declare thier well-merited crown?  


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Generation WHY?

(This poem was in no way written in my feelings I was thinking about how the 
children that perform these acts of violence in todays society may fee being an 
outcast myself I understand some emotions that can be caused by cruel youth 
however no child deserve this)

I forgot my books today but remembered my gun,
   Not thinking twice about taking your son,
I am tired of being the outcast  the pain followed by giggles at my expense,
  Now they'll know why in my head this makes sense.
My incurable feelings incurable thoughts,
  My custody fighting parents and the gun they bought.
The top shelf in the closet buried deep within a box,
  Along with the despair as classmates words bruise like rocks.
You could blame parents, the media, the music, politics, the walls,
  But on this day I am blaming the kids falling in the halls.
Inside I scream for help but only laughter answers my cries,
  Darkness inside can be seen in my eyes.
My should understands that this is sadistic,
  Now your children are becoming a statistic.
No one will win this popularity contest,
  as there is only grieving parents left to contest.
Last generation listed as X, 
  This one is whY no room to express.
My final note written in a shaking hand,
  Will Death be forgotten in time with sand?


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Star Princess

There once was a girl who lived all alone, She walked in bare feet on gravel and stone.

No one knew who she was no one knew her name, she watched in the shadows as people called her insane.

Both of her parents had gone up to the skies, Where the moon and the stars stood bravely up high.

Oh how she wished she could see them once more, Then maybe her heart would not be so sore.

One day she said that day will come, When the moon and the stars all become one.

She started to slowly drift off to sleep, Trying verry hard not to weep.

But before she could even start to dream, she heard what sounded like a scream.

She quickly ran to her back yard, and say a great star that wasnt that far.

She quickly ran up to the light, it's five big points shining bright.

She found out that it was a fallen star, a fallen star that had traveled far.

She knew that this star was sent from up above, a gift from her parents sent with love.

She knew what this star meant, she knew why this star was sent.

Her parents missed her and want her to come home, This is great, she will no longer have to be alone.

All she had to do was wish on this star, The star that would make her go far.
She closed her eyes and made her dreams come true, This is hopefully what this star will do.

With a flash of light and a clashing sound, the little girl was no where to be found.

From that day on if you look up in the sky, ignore the lights and planes that pass by.

You'll see three stars stuck togather, you will see them in all different types of weather.

The stars you are seeing are the best, The king, the queen, and the star princess.

Who is this girl look at me, take a guess, look hard and you'll see I am the star princess.


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Goodbye

I'm sitting at the wheel, my hands at 10 and 2
my heart is beating strongly, i don't really have a clue

how to even begin to turn the silver key
and start up the ignition and let my soul break free

to travel around this great big world see places new to me
to see what the world has in store to see how great it can be

i have never seen the world except from my back yard
this driving thing is new to me my mind is still on guard

the one and only problem that's keeping me from going
is that i have not yet learned, my mind is not done growing

for i am only nine and have not yet become
the age or gained the trust of my parents, i feel numb

for i'm sitting at the wheel, no supervision of any kind
it would be so easy to leave this life behind

to put the car in gear and drive on down the road
to leave all I've ever known, this is such a heavy load

"No turning back just do it! How hard can it be?
Your parents will never know your gone just turn the silver key!"

and so i turn the key just like my parents do
when they start up the car, i did it right it's true!

but now the car is moving, how do i make it stop? 
my conscience isn't answering, the pressuring has dropped

i try to hit the brakes, but they have failed me too
the car is going faster and i don't know what to do!

it was all done so quickly that i'm not sure if it's over
i saw two very bright lights, my heart is beating slower

a can not feel my legs, why is my world so dark?
i'm starting to feel weaker, i feel a dimming spark

and now i see a light, i'm sorry mom, i'm leaving
I'll see you in paradise, please keep on believing

i'm sorry that i started your car oh please mommy don't cry!
i know we will meet again, i love you a lot, goodbye


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The Broken Hearts Of Two Tykes

There's one thing about being a Policeman that I don't like.
Several months ago I had to break the hearts of two tykes.
Their parents had a car wreck and died.
After I told them, all three of us cried.
It broke my heart to see their sad faces when I gave them the bad news.
It's painful when people learn that their parents are what they're destined to lose.
They were going to be put in a foster home because they have no other relatives.
But my wife and I have a big house so we invited them to come here and live.
My wife and I were childless before.
But we're sure not childless anymore.
We petitioned the court for custody and won.
My wife is barren but now we have two sons.

(This is a fictional poem)


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Behind Closed Doors-Seung-Hui and the Vir. Tech Massacre

To all those who have every sat back and watched a bully, to all those who KNEW 
the parents were abusive and did nothing, I pray you think twice.  I will forever 
remember that I had a choice once and did nothing.  I do not aggree with what 
happened, I am sorry for the lives that were needlessly taken away, and we may 
never know what makes a certain individual "snap" while others are able to cope.


Behind closed doors and across the street
Lived a Korean family we never did meet
Their son was a loner, quite and shy
But never, not once, did I see the boy cry

And all through school he sat from the rest
I looked over one day; saw an “A” on his test
The kids would all tease, throw things in his hair
But never, not once, did I show him I cared

His parents weren’t rich, they did what they could
I think that they loved him, like good parents would
They must have seen the path he was walking
But never, not once, did they stop and start talking

Now he lies dead on the Norris Hall floor
Shot himself once when he came through the door
Thirty one people are dead in his wake
But never, not once, did he stop for their sake

Found a gun in the dorm, was not hard to miss
A letter he left quoting “You made me do this”
I wish I had answers, and I now start to pace
And never, not once, will I erase his young face

If I just made them stop, back in grade school
Told them they’re wrong and Seung was cool
My choices now ripping, tearing my seams
Because never, not once, will I wake from this dream


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Story of my Life

Yesterday my parents got drunk and wasted like every night but my dad did not 
Have the right to say the things that were said and did now we all have tears to 
Shed. The story is simple it just goes like this my dad left the room with blood on 
His fist mumbling words witch were unknown but his voice had a very awkward 
tone 
Then he collapsed on the floor and I rushed into the open door. When I saw my 
Mom lying on the floor I grasped her tight and said, " I can’t take much more". 
Then she opened her eyes and not thinking right pushed me away and grabbed 
A knife she said her life was bad and that it was only getting worse and now she 
Was gonna brake this awful curse. She said she wasn’t meant to live with tears 
Running from her eyes but the sad part is she never said good bye with fear and 
Anger bestowed upon her face she happily cut herself out of the human race. 
She 
Grasped the knife tight as I pleaded not this way and she stabbed it through her 
Heart and with excruciating pain I grabbed her tight and never let go. But what 
Really caught my ears was when she told me please don’t cry, I was meant to 
die 
I’m happy and now I’m free. But how could she do this awful thing to me I loved 
Her so much but now all I can do is say be kind and helpful to your parents love 
Them more the anyone else and hold them tight cause it could only that one 
night 
For something to go wrong them they will be gone so please for me hold them 
Tight and even give them a kiss good night. My parents were drunk as usual and 
I 
Don’t believe they meant the things they said to me, my mom was sad and 
beaten 
By my dad, you see it can only take one stupid mistake from someone else to 
Cause so much pain, and tears will be shed and my story will go on till everyone 
Is dead. I love my mom so much but now all I can do is pray that she is happy 
And that I can see her again but I hope deep and within that she will be my 
Guardian angel my blessing from above but all I need now is a parent with love.


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The Fear of a Young Boy

He lived in a world of pure destruction,
of hate and deplore.
He sat locked in his room,
staring at the dark.

The bruises on his arms were aching,
the cuts on his face were ranking,
the feeling in his heart was sinking.
He knew his parents had gone out,
to party and have a good time,
and when they got home,
they’d be ready to pummel and thrash him.

He’d sit there and wait,
until they were done,
then he’d cry to himself,
all night long.
His grades were dropping,
his friends were disappearing,
his voice was lost.

One day his parents returned,
ready to harm,
but more harshly than usual.

They smashed his windows,
and beat his walls,
they threw and hit him,
with blood smearing everywhere.
They stuck the glass through his arms.
They hammered his head.
They damaged his eyes.
They pounded his chest.
And then they stabbed him a few times in the heart.

When they overlooked what they had done,
they ran far away.
When the police finally came,
it was too late to save him.
The police officer said to his partner:
"So sad how a boy of such young age had to go through what most adults fear."


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thinking of writing a book

I am thinking of putting all of my poems in a book.  I have around 80-90 of them.  
This is what I have come up with so far for an intro.  Your comments will be 
greatly appreciated.  This may take two entries so be sure to check.  Thank you.

My life has always been a little different.  My parents divorced when I was 4 years 
old so that meant every other weekend and for a month in the summer I was with 
my dad, other than that I was living with my mom.  The atmospheres at each 
house were quite different.  Now, not o say that both parents didn’t love me 
because I know they did, but they were two completely different environments.  My 
dad liked to drink and there was usually quite a shindig at his house, my mom’s 
was always a little more relaxed and “family oriented” so to speak.  We went to 
church with my mom every Sunday and it wasn’t always so with my dad.  My dad 
remarried for the first time when I was about 6 or 7.  He and this woman had a 
baby and shortly after divorced.  After the divorce my half-sister and her mom 
moved to Michigan, we didn’t get to se a lot of her and eventually my dad let her 
step-dad adopt her and that changed a lot of things.  My dad remarried again 
when I was about 8 or 9.  He and this woman, Sheila, had two children.  She was 
the love of his life and she is an amazing woman.  My mom remarried for the first 
time when I was 11.  The marriage lasted for about 7 years. He was very 
controlling and they divorced, it was probably the best thing for all of us.  My mom 
remarried again when I was 19.  He is a wonderful man; I have never seen my 
mom as happy as she is now.  His name is Don.  I now have a total of 9 siblings, 
I don’t get to see all of them very often, but it’s always interesting.
	When I was 15 is when my world was turned completely upside 
down.


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Before I Die Young

My parents were both cut in two,
my mother head to torso, laterally bisected
into equal parts, my father cut slightly off center
into unequal parts, his heart bisected, his head intact.

My parents were cut in two, as if
giant shards of sharp glass
were free falling in the universe.
She happened to be in the wrong place
at the wrong time, he standing next to her,
they were both cut in pieces.

When I look at this picture carefully,
I notice their only daughter so close
by her mother's side, pierced through
at an angel, my viscera partially exposed.

These are my addictions,
this my disorderly conduct,
here is my gore, mixed
with the coffee stains
on the cluttered table.

I go on living like this,
cut almost through,
remembering my parents,
her vacant eyes, his neck wrenched
sideways, wracked with pain,
how they died a thousand deaths
before they both died young.

This is the shard of glass that fell
out of the universe through me.
I go on living like this, hoping
someday I'll meet a surgeon
or discover a way to dissolve glass
before I die young, too.


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The Boy 3

when the land calmed down
and its tears left town,
the boy’s story went on…

his tale continued:

“ Now the boy bottled up with fear
as tears were put into gear…
He closed is eyes in hope
that everything was a joke…

Morning approached
and the boy’s eyes weakly opened
to see he was in a room that’s dimmed 
preventing light to be entered…

The boy slowly stood up 
looking for some sup…
Quietly, he ran away, 
hoping to find his parents on his way…
His search never stopped
even when the night knocked
on the day’s door…

One day, the boy found a piece of land
that was peaceful and out of sand…
It was across bays coated daily
with people walking nearby
There he sat below
the shades and the wind’s beautiful blow…

For days he sat there so sad,
engulfed with memories that weren’t so glad…
For his memories where the loss of his parents
in the wild storm accident…
By then, he feared to look at the sky,
for he’d remember the days of the ship’s sail lifted so high,
and the days he spent with the crew and his parents by his side…

Years passed…
The boy was never found…
But on a stormy and cold night,
news told about the boy’s fight…
The boy continued searching for some hope across an alley,
but all he found was a green valley,
that rest with serenity…
Yet, on a night like any night,
the boy closed his eyes and lost his sight…
For he died in the peaceful hands of nature 
that embraced him with warmth and composure…”

now not only the land began to cry
but also the tale itself stop its cry…
and thus, the story of the young boy remains in the land’s breeze,
as they try to remember the times he sat near…
    


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DEVASTED BY THE DEATH OF THEIR YOUNGEST

All parents are devastated
by the death of their youngest;
did strange behavior or premonition
pique their curiosity at all?



They got out of hand at the neighbor's party too wild and intense,
and without supervision, they binged and laughed hysterically;
blasting music, making obscene gestures, dancing madly and cursing loudly,
and they felt too powerful with those drinks in their irresponsible hands!   



Actions aren't justified when they are premeditated so perfectly,
killers make plans to murder someone, then claim insanity;
kids tell their parent lies to do things that are harmful and shameful,
down the road across Lisa's house, four kids barely seventeen drove into a light pole!



Their blood is still there, and thousands of flowers can't cover those stains,
unconsolable mothers kneel by their angels' beautiful pictures;
friends sob and hold back their tears, fearing they would be next!
Why trust kids fully, when a cautious word can definetly put some sense into them?



All parents are devastated by the death and tormented by the demise of their youngest:
when agony rips apart their wailing chest for not having done enough;
and to carry that guilt inside is a costly price: to have seen a young life wasted and lost!
Let's learn from these tragedies, and do more to prevent more fatalities!


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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It's not fair when a child dies

(This is a fictional poem)

I'm a pediatrician and today one of my patients died.
When I told the parents, they fell apart and cried.
I felt so sorry for the parents after I told them.
I did all I could for their son but I couldn't save him.
I've lost about ten kids over the years.
I feel so helpless when I see the parents burst into tears.
When I'm able to save a child, I feel really great.
But when I lose a child, it's something that I really hate.
I know that I'm not God, I know that I can't save them all.
But when each child dies, it makes me a little more bitter and appalled.
I can't save them all but I sure do try.
It's not fair when a child dies.


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She murdered her parents

(This is a true story)

A sixteen year old girl murdered her father and her mother.
She killed them because they tried to stop her from seeing her lover.
When this happened, an entire nation was horrified and stunned.
How could a teenage girl callously murder her parents with a shotgun?
Blood was splattered on the walls, the floor and in the bed and the bodies were 
in a terrible shape.
She pulled the trigger when she learned they were going to have her boyfriend 
arrested for statutory rape.
Her parents didn't know that their daughter was a threat.
This proves that the world is going to Hell in a hand basket.


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Mr. Doll

When I was young..
Mr. Walter Doll, and his wife,
An elderly couple,
Loaned my parents money,
To purchase our home...
He was a mild mannered man,
Quiet and thoughtful,
Always working his garden,
Always a smile...

One day I heard..
He had hung himself in his basement,
I was sitting on my stoop 
with my girlfriend in 1966,
When my parents told me this news...

I never understood..
How a man of means,
Who loved his flowers,
Who loved his vegetables,
Did not love his own life,
It disturbed me all my life...
A life that has seen tragedy,
Murder, up close...
And been in countless
Life threatening situations...
Fighting for my own life...

Loved ones dying in my arms,
After I cared for them for years,
How I soaked my pillow,
With a million tears...

But, why Mr. Doll?
He should mean little to me...

And that's just the point...
He meant little to anyone...
But all these years later,
I oft think of him
I don't know why...
He was not my kin...

Just a forgotten old man,
Discouraged by pain...
He had enough one day...
And used his rafters to end same...

And one day in college,
In a Roman Law class..
I looked out the window...
To see an old woman
Breathe her last...
As she jumped out of the window,
Upon spiked iron fence...
I still live with this vision...
Of how age takes offense...
There's a limit to pain,
That one can endure...
I haven't reached that point,
But one can never be sure...
Life has its twists,
It's turns, and it's for sure,
One will pass one day ahead,
And go through that door...
The mysteries ahead...
Wonderous and unable to grasp now,
Will be each one's destination
Of this I can vow


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God will make you pay

(This is a fictional poem but God really does make guilty people pay.)

You convinced a jury to set you free.
You fooled them but you haven't fooled me.
You murdered a girl before she even got the chance to become a teenager.
She should've listened when her parents told her to stay away from strangers.

God knows that you're guilty and he'll make you pay for what you've done.
You can't hide from the Lord and you can't run.
Her parents haven't been able to stop crying and suffering since you took their 
daughter away.
The only thing that keeps them going is knowing that God will make you pay.