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Titanic Forever

My father had been out of work for way too long.
At night, I often heard him and mom weep
Food was scant, but love was strong. 
As was that hunger pain when I lay to sleep.

My little brother was too young to understand.
Still a babe in arms, he brought our only smiles.
I loved to play with him and hold his tiny hand.
It seemed to take away the hurt from life trials.

Then, one-day dad came home all excited.
He was talking so fast, grinning from ear to ear.
He said that our future was well fated.
That we were in for adventure was clear.

It was that new ocean liner, the Titanic. 
Dad had been hired for the maiden voyage.
We were going along as his sidekick.
A family destined for American homage.

In just five days we boarded that ship.
Immigrating was a dream come true.
Accommodations would be a hardship.
But it was worth opportunities…new.

Dad worked as a scullion in the restaurant.
We were housed on the lower deck.
It was a very crowded lodgment.
We stayed together until the shipwreck.

Sirens were screeching people screaming.
We could not find dad anywhere.
Was he locked up as a cageling?
Could it be true; was he trapped down there?

Lifeboats were being lowered.
Mom held my brother, crying.
Dad must be somewhere cloistered.
We all feared a dreadful dying.

Someone put me in a lifeboat.
I reached for mom as it descended.
The Titanic was still afloat.
But my family separated.

The water was freezing.
I had forgotten my coat.
People crying, sniffling, and sneezing.
The lifeboat soon became an iceboat.

Within a few hours, death began.
Shivering, I crawled beneath two corpses.
A young girl destined to live without her clan.
Hidden from polar breezes.

That was the last time I saw my mother.
My mind holds the image clearly.
She, calling for dad, was cuddling brother.
Oh, how I loved my family dearly.

When rescuers finally arrived.
I was the only one alive in the lifeboat.
Beneath those bodies, I survived.
Then, I was wrapped in a warm coat.

I never did see America.
I was sent to an orphanage back home.
Life had dealt a great trauma.
Forever had sunken in the ocean's foam.

© April 9, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest:  My heart will go on and on.... Free Poetry 
Sponsor	Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver


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Women

You women
Know how to make 
The best of what you've got in you
You do it everyday in your life


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Reflections of You

Today I dedicate a verse to you

For you are the one to fill me with hue

Whether red, green or purple

By your side I keep laughing in ample!


I find none more caring than you

Seeing me through and through

All the times when I cried

Pretending not to notice each time I lied


For a mother, I would not wish for another

Even if I did, I could not get any better

Hey I do dream to hold your hand

And I do dream to cherish you for times on end


A verse so bejeweled

Spelling harder than those life spelled

For without you, I would swim in the blue

Devoid of any joys, oh a truth so true!


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Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue

Roses are red,
violets are blue,
this flower bed,
is just for you.

Among the stone,
and in the mud,
a flower shone,
a beautiful bud.

It grew so tall,
proud and strong,
it learned all,
right and wrong.

Giving it water,
and warm sun,
your only daughter,
learned about fun.

Mommy come see,
look what I did,
now I can be,
a grownup kid.

This flower bed,
is just for you,
with roses, red,
and violets, blue.




Happy Mother's Day, Mom!


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I Love Mommy Because

Mommy loves me more than laundry
More than dirty dishes too
She’d rather spend her time with me 
Than doing things others do

She would rather play with me 
Than take a nap or sew
I love Mommy ‘cause she loves me
More than any TV show

She’s always there to pick me up 
And love away my tears.
She prays to Jesus every night 
To keep me from my fears

She gobbles like a turkey
And loves to dance around
I always smile; always laugh
She’s better than a clown

She’d rather eat her food all cold
So she can feed me “HUM”, and
Then wipe my face and clean the 
Walls and floor of food I’ve flung
 
Mommy makes the greatest faces 
When I do something she likes
But, saves the best for when she finds
She’ll need the baby wipes

She mostly talks like grownups do
But tries to talk like me
She hasn't mastered yet just how 
To speak in baby-ese.

If there’s just one thing I could say 
To Mommy when I’m grown…
“Thank you for who you are 
And the love you’ve always shown.”


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Happy Mother's Day

Happy Mother's Day
to each and all.
For the one who picks you up
when you fall.

To the one who's unafraid
to say "Go back and try again!",
for she knows you can do better
and will support you to the end.

To the one who adds her own shade
when life makes you feel blue.
She'll be there to encourage
with statements like, "Just be true to you!"

To the one who brought you into the world
by means of intense pain.
There will always be those who make you feel like less
but she will be your gain.

I thank you Mom for all you do,
and though it is Mother's Day I need no special occasion.
No date upon the calendar will dictate
when I can or cannot show my deepest appreciation.

I hope these words brought a smile
upon your beautiful face.
Here's to you and mothers everywhere -
The woman in your life who cannot be replaced.


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Egads And Little Fishes



“Egads and little fishes” Reminds me of my dear old mum Covering her head uttering this phrase Thunder made her come undone Terrified by each electrical storm Dear mum would nearly passed out With thunder, lightning, and pelting rain She'd cower in a corner throughout Really felt bad, she was truly scared Tried hard not to laugh at the sight Of mum with her apron over her head Praying hard with all of her might Things that happen during childhood days Stay with us as by us life swishes I'll always remember mum's little saying “Egads and little fishes” © Jack Ellison 2013


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Papa, Mama and Winnie

I’ve placed it in the most visible place
This old photo of black and white
Taken in 1943, the edges worn and frayed  
Papa, Mama, Winnie, eyes bright

Though one by one they’ve all gone
They’ve left legacies of love, faith
And the sweet memories linger on
This beautiful photo transmits

When I look at their eyes
Warmth and gentleness residing                   
Dressed in their best, wearing subtle smiles
Beauty is captured, surviving!
~*~
3/03/13
Inspired by a beautiful photo of my parents and eldest sister...R.I.P.


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The Tiger Rock and Leopard Black

From the wood where coyotes play
Blackie cat came on a summer’s day.
Called seemingly, to fill the place 
where Rocky the cat lay dreaming.

A proud old tom who’d seen his end
Rocky had held it long at bay.
A Guardian was he of Mom you see, 
but when he passed she’d stay.

And he’d not leave till he knew
she would not be alone…
He’d found ole Blackie for her
to give them both a happy home.

Blackie and he had many a day
of lolling in the grass and sun.
But Rocky’s porch he would not share
that was for Mom and he the only one.

She feed them both, each to his own
and cared for both in kind.
Rocky’s plan, he was the man…
was to not leave her alone inside.

So, Rocky's sweet self sacrifice
of staying much too long
was blessed with painless passing
He died in Mommy’s arms.

Now everyday, ole Blackie comes
as Rocky told him too.
To keep his Mommy company
another Guardian true.

Still too frightened to come inside, 
Mom’s sure he will one day. 
And on that day they’d both be sure
that Blackie’d come to stay.

*Debbie Guzzi


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The Running of the Bowls

On Sundays my big family loved TV
for Disney and Bonanza. Mom would pop
delicious smelling popcorn, buttery,
and once I start to eat it, I can’t stop!

It never seemed enough when Mom got done
with popping our best snack food, and since our goal
was not to miss the shows, how fast we'd run
during the commercials to refill each bowl!


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My Dear Sweet Mom



My Mom was a simple lady That's not meant to be demeaning A sweetie with a heart of gold Still see her gentle face gleaming Passed away over forty years ago But I still remember her smile A smile that told me all was good In her own sweet tender style You'd think that after over forty years Her memory would surely fade Not so, her memory is alive and well Just proves the impact she made She was simple in the way she lived Just a plain old fashioned Mom The kind they write about in novels Always graceful as a swan Still miss my dear sweet Mom Lived a good life until she was eighty Always admired the best in people A true description of a lady © Jack Ellison 2013


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Jake Sure Loved His Beans

My stepdad’s name was Eldon, but his best friends called him Jake.
“Missoura” born, he loved guy  things like fishing on a lake.
He’d gone into the Navy after having grown up poor
and then got shipped across the ocean for Korea’s war.

Later with three kids, divorced, he met my mom and then
he married her, and we became a family of ten!
This new dad, Jake, a simple man, worked hard to keep us fed.
He liked his breakfast “Wheaties” and his lunch made out of bread.

He told us how he’d walked to school with cardboard on his feet,
and how they’d not had much to eat of costly things like meat.
I don’t know if Depression Era kids ate many greens,
but one thing we became aware of. .  . Jake sure loved his beans!

I couldn’t understand how he could be so crazy for
the one food that he ate so much of back when he was poor.
But Eldon liked all kinds of beans, like those slow cooked with ham,
then topped with ketchup, and he liked beans straight out of the can.

In summer we’d be packed into his station wagon car,
a camper hooked behind us, and we always traveled far.
We’d eat bread and bologna, chips, and cans of pork and beans.
No fancy eating out for our large clan, by any means!

And on those rare occasions Mom was not around to cook,
Jake had a recipe not in Mom’s Betty Crocker’s book.
He’d mix some pork and beans with fried ground beef and heat it up
over buttered cornbread and we  heartily would sup!

Recalling happy supper times like those, I sometimes wish
that we could all again be meeting for that great bean dish!
For Mom fixed lots of kinds of meals, and Eldon’s attitude
was “Clean your plates” so I (thin then)  became a fan of food.

We kids moved on; Mom cooked for only Eldon. How time flew!
Our step dad passed away, and Mom no longer cooks for two.
She eats Weight-Watcher’s way now, but I bet she’d love to make
a pot of Navy beans again for her good man called Jake.


For the relatives poetry contest


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Safe

It's like a weight lifted off of my heart;
I am no longer torn apart.
Thank God you are safe;
Everything is okay.


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Suzie's Easter Adventure

There once was a gray cottontail rabbit.
All of her brothers and sisters were brown.
The gray one, named Suzie, had a habit.
She would hide when the family went to town.

One Sunday they were on their way to church.
All the brothers were clean with white pressed shirts.
But Suzie did her brand new dress besmirch.
Chocolate and yummy nutty filberts -

Come now, my sweet bunnies their mom did call.
It's Easter Sunday, let's be of good cheer.
The babies ran to mom who counted all. 
A perfect celebration please, this year.

But they panicked when they found Suzie gone.
Once again, they went searching everywhere.
They saw Suzie's tail, a pink bow thereon.
She was hopping to a basket with flare!

“Come here, now, Susie rabbit.” Mother called.
But inside the basket were colored eggs.
Thus, Suzie had become very enthralled.
About then Suzie felt some hairy legs.

Giant bunny put his eggs on the ground.
When he saw her, he jumped back pretty quick.
All the while, Mother called her with a frown.
I must be brave, she thought, in a panic.

Her whole family swiftly hopped to her side.
But Easter Bunny picked Suzie up fast.
He stood straight tall with two feet far astride.
Wide-eyed, terrified, Suzie shrieked aghast.

Easter Bunny held Suzie in his lap.
I heard that you hide when you go to town.
You must stop or ensue an evil trap.
Then he hugged her and set sweet Suzie down.

Her mother, brothers, and sisters all sighed.
Alas they were together once again.
They hugged her and loved her; everyone cried.
Then, took Easter eggs to the preacher, Ken.

© February 28, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen


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The Cloister

“Gossip is the fastest form of communication” 

seven small homes on a cul de sac
seven homes from the rest, set back
time passed and brought a mystery 
seven sets of twins, neighbors see

one boy, girl pair all the same age
the blond, blue eyes fueled a rage
questions asked of mothers alone
the father never seemed at home

ignorance fueled gossip, bred hate
they wanted answers which relate
who was the father who so spread
from mom to mom and bed to bed

answers came, they slowly evolved
legal contracts can’t be dissolved
their father’s name thus protected
never faced charges formally read

the secret team had gathered facts
they were convinced of evil acts
gossip spread certainly fueled it
but "in vitro" was named the culprit. 

Aug 27 2011 Charles Henderson
for Rambling’s “Mother” contest


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Amazing How Much a Mother Gives

Danger gripped that day so long ago.
Sunshine and a picnic should be fun!
One mom and five children, friends, you know.
Hysterically shouting, mom screamed, “Run!”

There they were, skipping rocks on the lake.
Two boys, one was ten and one seven.
Both carefully watching for a snake,
Sisters nearby played, each soft spoken.

Boys had fun counting skips.  One.  Two.  Three.
Mom by the grill, busily cooking,
Watched; two girls laughed and giggled by a tree.
The toddler hugged her mom, clinging.

The boys, soon, tossed some stones at a log.
Competition: who could hit it most?
One after another in the bog,
Counting their hits, they both were engrossed.

All of a sudden, the log rose up.
“Come get the baby; go climb a tree!”
Life or death seemed to be a tossup.
Terror stuck; like mom screamed, we did flee!

Boys in a tree, girls on a table,
Mom and the gator stared eye to eye.
He moved forward, each step gradual.
She stood her ground; I feared she might die.

Not one step back, she stood there and dared.
Would he attack?  We all watched Mom’s back. 
He wanted to…Mom won as she glared.
He slithered back, Mom’s courage, no lack!

The picnic was over; we packed up.
Mom loved her babies; she saved our lives.
Needless to say, it was a shakeup.
Amazing how much a mother gives.

© October 8, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen

Oops...too late for the "Stand Out Day Contest"


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free cee UNJUST JUNKIES

      MOM AND POP GOES THE DIESEL

There we were, four in the same place
where the only thing one could do was pace
you could pray from morning until night
four men surrounded by fright

to the left was a hard right to the chin
to the right was a man about to remove your grin
straight across was a threat we all ignored
but he was, for a good reason, called “The Lord”

he wasn't the son of man or born of a virgin birth
but everyone knew to respect this man who seemed to own the earth
it was four against fear and fear was winning
four in the same place because four had been caught sinning

it was a quiet summer afternoon with nothing to do
then we had a brilliant idea that came out of the blue
alas, we were all four of us were charged with the same thing for defying the law
because what junkie can resist robbing a mom and pop convenience store?
     © 2012....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~


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The Blue Rose

The little boy reclined in his bed.
Out of reach, by his foot, a blue rose lay.
His mom had been looking for quite a while
for something she thought would make his day.

Where did this come from mama?
She moved it to within his grasp.
When the little boy touched its stem
His mother’s computer recorded a gasp.

The rose, rather limp, in a sad sort of state,
stood straight and firm, back from the dead.
And as he and mom stared in wonder;
one by one by one, each petal turned red.

His short hair, mistaken at first glance
for a buzz cut, military style.
Revealed upon closer inspection,
radiation treatments for a long, long while. 

Fact is, this was his last night with mom,
with his cat and his parakeet.
His last night with this magic rose,
left, again wilting, on the sheet.

Later when she could bear the pain,
she went back and gathered his clothes.
All the things of his, she should keep,
but, she could not find the red, red rose.

As she made her way down the long hall,
she glanced from the elevator door,
at a frail little wisp of a girl in bed,
and a long stemmed blue rose on the floor.  

© Jun 15 2010  For Mac's "Blue Rose" contest













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free cee 'TIS A SHAME DIMENTIA STOLE MY MAMA'S EYES BEFORE SHE COULD READ THIS

              SHE REALLY ISN’T SHE ANYMORE

Whenever my world seemed as if it were going to implode
Or explode exponentially from an internal bomb
When one single pound seemed like a hundred ton load
I would always be enlightened and brightened by my beloved mom

When what I thought was right turned out to be terribly wrong
And the wrong thing had consequences consistently appalling
When it seemed as if I had nowhere to go or for me to belong
The telephone would ring and it would be my merciful mother calling

Whenever terror terrified my soul and threatened me so
When fright began the night and the day delivered further dread
When I required knowledge my mom would offer that which I needed to know
And bring comfort to my weary body and a very woeful head

Whenever things seemed askew and went thoroughly awry
When my mind said “no” but my body demanded “yes”
Whenever my mom saw right through my every lie
She’d still love and forgive me well after I decided to confess

Whenever whatever I ever did was insidiously iniquitous
My mom’s dedication never wavered in a single or even the slightest way
Her forgiveness and devotion were both uniquely ubiquitous
But now my mom’s tenuous well being scares the hell out of me every damnable day
© 2013 copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~


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Family Life

Brother, Big “J”, was the first born I was the last to arrive Born to some loving parents Our family life did survive In my family as I grew up It was Dad who was “Da Man” And Dad and Mom would speak as one That’s how our family ran Never did I hear a cross word Spoken between Dad and Mom If waters churned behind closed doors I only saw waters calm My folks both come from the old school Sparing the rod’s not their thing Dad did most of the discipline Sometime he punished with pain When Big “J” or I, did bad things Mom would say in a low tone Words that we both hated to hear “Just wait till your Dad gets home” As I grew older, I soon found A whipping isn’t so bad Punishment by a tongue lashing Could really make you feel sad It was off to church each Sunday Then we would go out to eat To Luby’s Cafeteria To me that was such a treat We took a family vacation To a new place every year It was planned to fit our budget We did things kind of austere Most of his life, Dad was a cop Of one sort or another A grandson became a cop too As did one of his brothers Now Dad was a “Jack of All Trades” Must have learned lots on the farm My Mom was an excellent cook Our food was always served warm Both had a great sense of humor My Dad could tell a good joke He did have one bad habit though For many years he puffed smoke I lost Dad at age fifty three Mom left at seventy two I’m the only one still alive Brother Big “J” is gone too Of course I miss them all so much They left me here all alone Those memories from my early years No longer shared, since they’re gone


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THE WATERMELON THIEVES

                                     THE WATERMELON THIEVES

Once when I was oh so young,
My mom decided she,
Would show us where some melons grew,
Beneath some large orange trees.

A farmer man she knew of,
Grew them there she said,
So folks would leave alone the fruit,
That grew above their head.

The melons were okay to take.
Just let the oranges be,
So off we went to pick some,
My mom, my sis and me.

I was only five years old,
So I sat in the car,
With Mama's friend who drove us there,
No light from moon or stars;

Because the orange trees blocked their light,
And I was sore afraid,
Because it was so dark in there,
Hidden in the glade.

Suddenly I saw my mom,
Running like the wind,
Right behind her came my sis,
A melon 'neath each limb.

Then in a flash my mom went down,
She tripped and broke her melons.
"Run Ruth, Run!" I heard her say,
They're runnin' and they're yellin'.

Mother! Wait! I heard Sis call,
For she had gone down too,
Stepped in a rotten one and fell,
They both were in a stew.

A flashlight beam then pierced the dark,
They made the car just barely;
And we took off just like a shot,
Took out the fence gate squarely.

We made it back home just past one.
They laughed until they cried.
I was so young I just sat there,
Agape with my eyes wide.

My mother had skinned both her shins,
My sister, she smelled funny,
Because that melon she stepped in,
Was rotten and real funky.

Some thought my mom as mothers go,
Not what you'd call high scoring,
But I can tell you life back home,
For sure was never boring.

                                                     Judy Ball

FOR NATHAN D.'s - LET'S PUT A SMILE ON MY FACE CONTEST


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Three Among Us Named Sue

Bows in the pigtails, bows on the dress
swinging her arms, loving all the sass
bouncing and beautiful, rounding and rue
we flow into the coming days, of kissing Sue.

Sue is immortal, holding her babes,
loving her man, cooking her meals,
wanting for the beyond, entering her days
slowing and slowing until she sits more than swings.

And there you find her bowed back all alone,
waiting for a call, wanting everyone back home,
kisses so remote, we wonder how they disappear
until we find warmth with the one who calls us home.


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A DELICIOUS SPLIT-PEA SOUP

Green peas and all kinds of beans
are split open to release their seeds,
like those peas in a green pod,
that mother cooked in a huge pot!


One of my dad's friends who wore a veteran's brooch, 
would shamelessly cheat to get a delicious split-pea soup;
mom didn't know he was a cheater, and surely would have hit him
with the wooden dough roller when he peaked with a grim!   


And mom slowly stirred the vegetable soup,
she used to say, " The longer it cooks, the better it tastes! '
And my mouth was drooling to taste those soft peas...
that I took out of the seeds' casings without miscue! 


Mother rushed in the kitchen with a roar of an enraged lion,
" That idiot is playing no fair game! He is a menace to all!
And he passes glasses of brandy to get everybody drunk! " 
" He wants to win no matter what the cost...oh, clever maven! "


The split-pea soup steams like a hot volcano erupting,
the cover of the pot blows off, " What a mess on my stove! " mom  screams...
" It's all his fault that I am in this state! " she continues yelling...
" I still hear his big mouth mocking...wait 'till I have finished cooking these peas! "


Entered in Nathan's Laccese contest, " Two peas in a pod " 

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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The Yoyo Man

I was a kid about eight years old Went shopping with Mom downtown The Duncan man’s in store I was told Isle three, where yoyos are found I had a yoyo I got somewhere Could make it go up and down I saw there was a crowd over there Checked it out, here’s what I found A man had kids watching his scene Had a yoyo in each hand Doing yoyo tricks I’d never seen They called him the Duncan man Duncan yoyos became such a hit I begged Mom and she bought one The yoyo string’s not tied at the end Spins free, unlike my old one I practiced till some talent unfurled At most tricks I was able Like “loop the loop” and “around the world” “Walking the dog” and “rock the cradle” Time moved on, put the yoyos away Till my kids became that age They asked Mom for a yoyo one day Told her it was all the rage Found my Duncan yoyos, bought new strings My kids were outside at play Started doing fancy tricks and things Old Dad amazed them that day