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Details | Free verse | |

The Woman

See the woman.

See the face behind its age.
See the beauty of her form.
See the way her way becomes her.
See past her once taught skin, as it was 
when it enflamed many a man.

See the way she holds her head;
the tilt of her neck, the ease
of her being.
See the strength that binds her jaw,
unrelenting in its flex.

See her hurt displayed, as shadows
fall like night upon the earth,
eager for rest and resolution -
retribution,
for the one she could not save.

See her darkness. See it very well.
See it shatter like glass, glinting,
when she giggles like a girl.
See her shine.
As the shades of dark days rise,

See the years that grace her eyes,
like rays of her own sun
exponentially shining forth.
See forgiveness in her patient hands
as they weave memories with a touch.

See the breadth of her breasts,
unapologetic,
for they have quenched her children’s hunger,
soothed their frantic cries,
and became the safe haven for her beloved.

See her empty, scarred abdomen –
round and perfect in its imperfections,
once holding the essence of all things;
carrying creation within –
see the divine home of God.

See the innocent baby,
the impetuous youth,
the voluptuous woman,
the devoted wife,
the selfless mother.

See the wisdom of the grandmother –
the epitome of every moment lived
for someone else, and the realization 
of the circle.
Hear the acceptance in her sigh.
See the gifts she has given –

see the woman!
See the goddess!
The beginning and the end!
See the infinite that bares the name,
Woman!

See her for all that she is and isn’t.
Smell her scent and know you are home.
Taste the strength of her words on your tongue.
Hear her experiences like your own.
To touch her soul is to touch perpetuity!

See her face in your mirror.

See the tears that fall proudly
upon the woman you’ve become,
and hope yet to become
                          in time;

when you have lived through all that has been 
set before you –
tasted each woman’s tears as if they were your own.
When you enter that perfect union,
timeless ancestry;
when you become,
when you come
full circle;

you will see yourself in all things, 
and your journey, will see you back

home.



*Reposted for Chris's Get Your Rebel On, Contest! This was written with my Beautiful 
Grandmother in mind. She saved my life in more ways than one. love you, Gran. This one's 
for you. (and every woman, and woman lover, here)


Details | Free verse | |

She Hulk

When I was a child I only ever wanted to be strong.
I wanted to be able to compete with the boys
and when I foot raced them at recess I won every time.
They called me ‘She Hulk’ because of my muscular frame
and from the way I only ever wore soccer t-shirts and sweat pants.
After that nickname was implanted into my brain like a growing weed,
I’ve only ever wanted to be feminine.
I started wearing skirts and dresses 
and in middle school they shrieked at the site of my makeup and done up hair.
But that weed inside of my mind only grew, and grew, and grew
until I became a mixed drink cocktail
with one part anorexic and two parts lonely,
because I thought that the definition of feminine began with the word frail.
No one ever realizes how greatly words affect us,
how a simple nickname can turn a pretty girl into a skeleton.
I stood at five foot two weighing seventy nine pounds,
so cold and frozen,
yet I still considered myself a ‘She Hulk.’
You could see my ribcage through my t-shirt
and my spinal cord protruded loudly through my weathered skin,
as if somehow my bones were dirty knives
just trying to cut through the flesh of judgment.
As I grew older I became the girl that was never enough.
Not good enough to speak poetry.
Not good enough to lay paint on a canvas.
Not good enough.
Not tall enough.
Not big enough boobs for them.
Not primped to perfection.
Not undeniably straight.
Not smart enough.
Not dumb enough.
Not ditsy enough.
Not cool enough or fun enough.
And I began to believe, too, that I wasn’t enough.
I never told my mother that I had been in madly in love with a girl.
I never told anyone about the night we first kissed 
because I was too vulnerable for the judgment.
And parents always justify saying that ‘kids will be kids’
But when we are kids our brains are still growing
and the smallest of seeds that get planted will one day bloom
into one giant regret,
will one day affect the choices that we make,
will one day influence us about the clothes that we wear,
will one day shape us into the person who we thought we would never be.
I only ever wanted to be strong,
and as a child I thought strength was only about being able
to lift a bar stool above your head.
I thought that strength was only about being able
to beat the boys in bare foot running races.
I was told that strength was something only
a man could have.
But as I’ve grown older I’ve realized that strength
isn’t about muscle at all,
but it’s about weakness,
and the ability to overcome the social anxiousness.
It’s about carrying around a lifetime of baggage
on your broken back
because the ones that kicked you when you were down
are going to be the ones that were  ultimately wrong.
I thought that the definition of woman 
began with the word disappointment.
And I became a mixed drink cocktail
with one part freedom
and two parts Sailor Jerry
because every girl needs a stiff drink once and awhile.
We are not disappointments.
We will never be the ones who gave up on hope.
We will never be the ones who gave up on each other,
or god,
or our mothers.
We will always be enough;
enough for the ones who shunned us 
enough for the ones that cursed us
enough for the ones the hurt us
and destroyed us
and beat us when we were covered in bruises.
But you see, bruises fade
and the scars of our flesh are only stories
things we have overcame
and there are things out there that we will overcome.
When I was a child, I only ever wanted to be strong.
I hid my vulnerability.
I hid the parts of me that were true.
I never told my mother about my girlfriend
because I was afraid she wouldn’t understand,
kind of like all those people who never understood 
just how much words effect us. 
I can’t say that I can beat the boys at foot races anymore,
because, well, I smoke cigarettes now.
And I can’t say that the nickname of my childhood didn’t affect me.
But I take that name now and embrace it.
Because I am strong.
I am the ‘she hulk’.
I am a mixed drink cocktail
with three parts greatful.


Details | Verse | |

MOTHERS

The rib of Adam,yet there wouldn't be you or I, without Eve,
Mothers, the fertilizer of the Earth,
The carrier of the torch of life,
The gate way to the next generation,
The real strength behind mankind,
Like the statue of Liberty,you look over your off springs,
Never resting, always caring,for you I say this prayer...

Almighty,give our mothers the strength to endure,
Give them vision, to teach the next generation to believe in themselves,
So they will grow with the intention of making the world,
a better place, for themselves and their off springs,
Touch the womb of those in pregnancy,
And let the next generation be kids ,
That will make their mothers proud.....Amen..


Details | Narrative | |

We Are There With You

You do not stand alone in your Battle
Your battle is our Battle
We may not be there in body
But we are there with you in Spirit

We are there in every beat of your Heart
In every whisper of the wind
In every thought and every touch
Every breath and every sound
We are there with you

You are wrapped in an Endless chain of Love
In every link we each send you a part of us
We send you some of our Strength
Some of our will to Fight
Some of our Courage
The most important of them all
We send you all of our Love

If you feel you need more
Just give that Endless chain a little tug
And we'll be there
Tug til you need us no more
Then we'll know you've gone Home
 


______________________________________________________________________
5/09/2014 Dedicated to my Aunt Nini, Wilma Thomas Gamble for Mother's Day. Sadly she lost her Battle w/ Stage 4 Pancreatic Cancer on 5/30/2014.


Details | Epitaph | |

BABY

written 28th oct 2012

You were never seen by us, that privilege sadly was not for us 
  an extravagance we were overwhelmed by, the thought of your embrace  
The entire twelve weeks you were a joy to have known, even 'without' being seen 
 hearing about you're arrival, was a blessing at the time you were conceived
For life hadn't been easy and we had all asked God, we even plea'd 

We wait upon the day, you will finally meet us 
 having the honour to love and learn with you, saddly not for us
It brakes my heart as you part, you had already embeded love into my heart
 Just knowing we will now...forever be kept apart

God has other plans for your love that's so strong, blessing us from the start
 we continually pray, maybe he'll deside to let you stay around
But the intense pain of tears and loss, are constantly falling all around
 just let it be known, we all desperately wanted you to become part of us
 
We all will love you for eternity, you are now forever one of us,
 although it was only for a very slight second, it was better than never
You are from this day on, embedded into our hearts forever...
   the impact you have left 'unborn young one'' my beloved grandchild....
                                  "Angel" 2012


Details | I do not know? | |

WHO AM I BY NAME ALONE

written 10th Aug 2013



I am God's child, first and forever
I am known by many different titles, a daughter
I am a wife
I am a mother
I am a grandmother
I am a poet
I am by several ways, known as a sister
I am an acquaintance
I am a loyal friend
I am a stranger
I am a cousin
I am an Auntie
I am a niece
But who is this person, they all call "Denise?"

She is a child to God
She is a niece
She is a cousin
She is a stranger
She is a loyal friend
She is an acquaintance
She is known to many, a sister
She is a poet
She is a grandmother
She is a mother
She is a wife
She is known as a daughter to many
She is everything, she'd ever dreamed her life to be....
She is happier than she ever imagined possible
SHE IS "DENISE"


Details | Free verse | |

MY ROCK


I rushed into the world a bit too fast.
I was the first and only child my mother bore,
so this was big news for her.
I was not big, got room in a hand.
A loving hand that gave me confidence, strength
and love.
Confidence, strength and love only a mother can give.
I was little and weak, but I fought hard.
I was able to cling to life and grow me big.
But this is thanks to you my mom that gave me 
confidence, strength and love.






Dedicated to my mom


Details | Free verse | |

MY SEVEN BLESSINGS

God bless little angels brought unto me,
Watch over them beneath heavens grace.
My first of seven blessings most precious gift,
Treasures hearts keepsakes.
Number one the oldest, my rocker baby,
Dancing away with musics sweet lullaby.
The lyrical light of brilliance’s, a shinning note,
That strums across grandma's heart strings.
The second child is a testament to patience,
No instructions came with this wonder
Or warning labels tattooed upon her backside.
But she has the eyes of an angel and lord knows,
She try's my beliefs but I'll never give up the fight .
I love my problem child just the same.
The third times the charms, she is that for sure,
With brown eyes and a kewpie doll with dark curls.
Our grand daughter bubbles, whom can light up the
Darkest moment with just a simple smile.
The fourth grace is he, full of strength and daring,
A future NFL first draft pick this is my little RJ,
Patton had his tank and believe you me, Me maw
Has hers.
Diamonds are the hardest stones known to man,
But this boy sparkles with a shine more valuable,
Then gold.
Fifth in line is wisdom and charm, explorations
Future astronaut.
With curiosities wondering eye, but ahead of
The pack in any game of life.
My youngest grand son Issac his name means,
Laughter and joy and in this it is so true.
Tiny but mighty is my little Bella,
With dark raven hair, she has her fathers eyes,
And mommy's brave spirit.
She'll take on the world someday.
And win by all hands clapping her on,
Me Maw's future Mrs. America.
Seven was born on grandma's birthday,
A special gift given unto me is my darling,
Trinity.
Who knows what the future will hold for thee,
But seven has always been my lucky number,
So sky's the limit with this the youngest blessing,
In my life.

1.  The blessings gift is music.
2. The second blessings gift mischief and curiosity.
3.  The third blessings gift beauty's sweet smile
4. The four blessings gift strength and endurance.
5.  The fifth blessings gift wisdom and charm. 
6.  The sixth blessings gift is a brave spirit.
7. The seventh blessings gift is lucks true fortune.
And when you add up all my many blessing,
What does a grandmother receive a full heart,
Hugs and kisses at bedtime.
Good night my little angels and sleep tight.
I'll re-sight my many blessings in my prayers, 
Tonight as I lay myself asleep and dream of thee.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN








Details | I do not know? | |

mama

mama how do i tell you its bad again
how the voices are telling me its okay to hurt
they want me to fall
to fall from the top of buildings 
and not get up
but don't worry mama
i plan to shut them up

mama how do i explain how the pain has returned
all you wanted was me to be better
i tried and tried and tried and tried
but in the end, the crazy won
they drive me crazy to no end
i want to make it stop 
but don't worry mama
i have a plan

mama i cant tell you how it feels
to be sunken to the depths of earth
angels are soaring above me
but their happy gazes hurt
i need this incessant chatter to go
to hurt me, to hate me 
it all feels so real
but don't worry mama
it wont soon

mama i can see the look in your eyes
it hurts me too that this is goodbye 
cant you see this is the only way 
for the voices to vanish but my body stay
goodbye and farewell 
ill miss you so much
but don't cry mama
ill be better now


Details | Free verse | |

Three days Saved

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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The Women

We laugh and cry. We smile and have fun
But even when that is all said and done 
In our hearts still lie the sadness and woes
I guess our brains are too slow to know

No amount of cheer can hold back what we feel
With our souls overwhelmed we each find our way to deal
Whether in anger or anxiety, in guarded fear or open minds 
We know that they are with us, in front and behind

As birds of a feather we are drawn together
Each carrying with us a pain that binds forever
We have become so much more than simply friends
The strength that we carry in us will always mend

Our broken hearts and tradgic tales
The hardships we have endured will make us prevail
We are the women that we are today
Because we let no limits hold us at bay.

Written on the 11th of September as proof of the strength that I see everyday not just in my family and friends but in women everywhere. Not to be cliched but I truely believe that the ones I wrote this for are amazing women that I cherish very much and I hope you can feel it too :)


Details | Pantoum | |

My Mama

My mother is a beautiful woman,
She always holds her head up high,
Even when she is about to cry,
Her strength and beauty is all I see,

She always holds her head up high,
Working so hard to help us get by,
Her strength and beauty is all I see,
I can't explain what she means to me,

Working so hard to help us get by,
Even when she is about to cry,
I can't explain what she means to me,
My mother is a beautiful woman.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Mother Earth

     
            The Mother Earth

The fountain of your profound love
Gushing out with presents and gifts
Showering bounties, its treasure trove 
To all mankind your love drifts.

Your rivers and seas, forests and fields
Are full of provisions to banish hunger
You do not relent to meet our needs
You distinguish not between rich and poor

Your hidden treasures are not clueless for us
Your gold, silver, sapphires, diamonds
And precious pearls invite us to transgress
You serve us fruits, resins, cashews and almonds.

We owe our strength and courage to you.
Our bright eyes, our beauty and robust health
Are all your gifts to be honest and true
Your contribution is no less in amassing of wealth.

Your dazzling days and darkness of nights
Are skillfully designed for working and rest
Your changing seasons innovation invites
When dead our body enters your chest 

But thankless we are, we deface you with tar
We cut your trees and raise jungles of concrete
Our wastes poison your rivers, seas and air
And thus havocs like tsunamis greet.

You meet all my wishes and desires
I want much more, I can’t shed temptations
My closets filled with diamonds and sapphires
And garments of every description and narrations

You gave me dazzling youth and power
To ease my travel there is petrol, coal and gas
For my fields and gardens you gave shower
Colorful flowers, bees, butterflies like dancing lass 

You gave me power, strength and courage 
To face tyrannies of anguish you made me bold and tough
To confront life you gave me every advantage
My body strong like hawk and heart filled with love

I am lying on your grass spread like a rug
My mother come, give me a hug

Sintra, Portugal 6-12-2012








Details | Munaajaat | |

NO ANSWERS

WRITTEN 25TH FEB 2001



I love you all with my whole entire heart
 every second, I'm left to wonder why we're apart

I try to work out what I must've done wrong
 how many mothers sing this sad song

But there are no answers to my questions

Every year we have spent together
 is now embedded, in my heart forever

I think hard and long
 does this pain really belong

Still...there are no answers to my questions

Strength I once had to carry on 
 is nearly dead and gone

I say a prayer every night
 to give me strength, to stay and fight

I still ask, "why us"
 were we on the wrong bus

I weep a tear with every second
 how do I live, like everyone reckon's 

Still...I get no answers to my questions

I stay here fighting, for just one more touch
 am I really asking way to much

I love my babies with every beat of my heart
 please I beg you, stop keeping us apart

Still...no answers to my questions

I'm only left to Guess, that God's reason's 
 are truly his very own



Details | Quatrain | |

That which destroy kings

Sampson’s Destiny was on a divine construction
Until a conniving Delilah brought him to destruction
A ‘Chick’ nearly destroyed David’s Kingdom
His son followed and defiled his wisdom

‘Cause of a whore Julius Caesar suffered ignominy
Mac Anthony was seduced and destroyed by a ‘ chick in mini’
Women in their twilight have destroyed many rulers
Women of easy virtue have ruined many Leaders

The hand that spread the bed felled a mighty-nation
Yea! That crafty heart has cast down a generation
She has slain many strong men, upon them she cast a spell
Her home is the broad way to hell

Young man! Be thou vigilant against this dangerous threat
Young man! Mummy warn thee of that ‘chick’ called Annette
If this virus can ravage ‘Giftedly Anointed’ men
Then common men, thou not skirt a whore’s den

Young man restrain thy Sexual Power!
Young woman control thy Sexual Power!
Restrain thy sexual drive for a righteous course
Look to Christ, He is thy strength and source

Consider the Son of Man! Who was never moved by evil
Consider the Son of Man! Who was never moved by the devil
David wrote of such an obedient Son
One more glorious than the noon day sun

“He shall be as the light of the morning
Springing out of the earth by shining”
He was moved by Eternal Affection
He was tempted yet lived a life of Perfection

Do not give your strength to women, Nor that which destroy kings- Proverbs 31:3[NKJV]


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Covenant House Prayer


Lord God,

All people have problems and troubles in the world.
Provide children someone to love and be loved,
Help them have someone to walk with as far as they wish.
Give them wisdom or understanding and knowledge to do what is right and what is wrong.

Help children have strength and courage to face their oppressors who tease and bully them
Those who gather socialize and trade their images
Children who are being rape and abuse
Enlighten people to realize their horrifying acts

Please help children choose the right decisions to the things that happens
Help the children's attitude towards people.
Give them fortitude or strength to hope for their brighter future
Help them reach their teenage years in peace

Give them courage to face their trials,
Perseverance to strive hard to reach their best and be successful
Help them have Patience and Tolerance when dealing with hardships
Comfort them mentally and physically to be calm.

We ask this through Your Son, Fr. Christ
Who lives and reigns with You forever and ever.  

  Amen  


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Strenght of love

Mom 
I’ve grown in to the man 
That I am because you cared about 
The person I am 
You taught me to fear the lord
And bond with my brother and sister 
On one accord 
Your daughter talked of your strength of love
And it is given from god above 
Less we not forget what great things you done 
For you are the one to hum I run
All that you mean to me you will never know 
Your love I carry with me where ever I go
 Your strength and love are returned to you
For I do love you so 


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Valentine's Day

A Valentine's Day dedication for those who have lost a loved one.



I know you're watching from far away.
So I'll find the strength to kneel and pray,
and send you our love this Valentine's Day.
God gives me the power to understand,
that we can no longer hold your hand.
The sands of time pass graciously,
until we meet for eternity.
My unconditional emotion has no end.
Like the flowers in the spring and your spirit in the wind.
My hands are empty without you to hold.
My soul cries out alone in the cold.
My tears still fall and I wipe them away.
God gave me the strength to kneel and pray,
and send you our love this Valentine's Day.


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Never Be the Same

I wake up sittin' on my bed,
I have these thoughts runnin' through my head.
I just cant figure out a way,
of how I'm gonna get through this day.
Oh, come and take my breath away,
I'll never be the same,
I'm not ready for today,
But it's gonna happen... Anyway.
I dont know how to understand,
I dont know whats, happening..
I can't do this on my own... No.
I'm starting to feel like i'm all alone... all alone.
I wake up sittin' on my bed,
I have these thoughts runnin' through my head.
I just cant figure out a way,
of how I'm gonna get through this day.
I need some juice, I need a Jolt!
Or maybe get hit my a lightning bolt!
some things will never be the same.....
Oh, come and take my breath away,
I'll never be the same,
I'm not ready for today,
But it's gonna happen... Anyway.
But it's gonna happen.... Anyway.


Details | Classicism | |

to the Lord

Oh, Lord 

Oh, Lord we belong to you from the pea size of your magnitude
Oh, Lord we are yours lest we fall away swallow by sin and temptation
Oh, Lord there can’t be other gods greater than your utmost eternal vision
Oh, Lord we love you and praise your holy name above all name at the far end of 
earth 
Oh, Lord I was drowning in sin and through trial and worse circumstance you 
reach out and save me. 
Oh, Lord I don’t know what to say, but to stumble upon a transformed heart you 
did convert my life
Oh, Lord Furnish my life in your pattern on the road of contradiction.
Oh, Lord I have failed to obey your words and instead of believe that you were 
there I bend over my doubtful philosophy.
Oh, Lord you have done all that you can to keep me away from upcoming danger.
Oh, Lord you made my mother known in strength to carry us when we were in 
need.
Oh, Lord you made my mother known in strength to nourish our thought to make 
the right decision
Oh, Lord, give us this strength to carry her till today.
Oh, Lord I give thee thanks, when I had not a bit a penny in my pocket.
Oh, Lord you bought us out and gifted us with your marvelous grace.
Oh, Lord there is non other that can surpass all that we ask for, it is in you the 
greatest love cometh.
Oh, Lord romances our passion and desire to seek you everyday , and do what is 
righteous before you.
Oh, Lord you are the creator
Oh, Lord your words is true 
Oh, Lord youre everything to us
by stanley jeanjacques 



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Mother's Design

Sadness, loneliness, internal hopelessness,
why did she stop listening and caring what was happening in me. 
The other kids, stresses with Dad, betrayal,
or just no time any more. 
When did I lose whatever strength that I had. 
When did I start needing the pain to be salved. 
Certainly by second grade,
by the time of the day dreaming,
staring out of the windows. 
Why has it crippled me so,
continued to starve my heart of its strength and endurance. 
Continued to drain from me creativity and joy. 
So that all I remember is the pain and struggle. 
So that I cry. 
So that my heart hurts. 

This crying is wrong,
this hurting is wrong,
this needing is wrong,
this me is wrong. 

My mother too vivid. 
My pain too awful. 
What was my mother to do? 

Could she have said:
"You're a boy, express yourself, show yourself. 
Be a man. Uncover your nature. 
Show yourself, 
You will need to be virile, whole, engaged, reveling in sensuality to be a man. 
You will need to be smart, in touch, enjoying the game. 
Talk about it.,
Say what you need.  
Ask what you want. 
Go on from there. 
Be, be you."

Tis too late now for that. 
My world is spun. 
It doesn't encourage discovery.
It needs order. 
It needs peacefulness.
It needs relief.


2010


Details | Lyric | |

This woman's work


The unfinished work by the mother 
of our earth is never done. The natural 
fundamentals of our life's she holds dear, 
her strength demonstrate her energy to 
love and the need to be loved but yet we 
fail her. She stays true to loving, caring 
and in most cases she's forever giving 
but not always receiving the purity of his 
love. She'll forever be the reproduction 
source of a little you and me, prime 
ministers or even thiefs yet again we 
fail to support her needs or help to 
nurture the creation of them little beings. 
She upholds the strength of her home, 
he emotional aspect of her household 
and she's always been the backbone 
to her man's throne, often sacrificing 
her own. We misuse and abuse her, 
mentally and physically violate and 
hate her like senseless fools, forgetting 
the values and the beauties of her.


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My Strength Renewed, My Rock

On the day of July nine 
In the year of ninety and six. 
Her heart was so pure and so fine 
But too weak for the surgeon to fix. 
Her eyes still shown bright as day 
But her frail body had wasted away 
Her smile as warm as the love 
That she gave through Jesus above 
She knew she would not pull through 
But not one moment of sadness or blue 
Did she cast to her loved ones there 
Who waited and prayed for her care 
The Day was the twelfth of July 
The hours ticked endlessly by 
Many friends and family too 
People I never knew 
Came to say their farewells 
To a sister who with Jesus now sails 
On a peaceful and gentle tide 
To ever abide at his side 
As the service came to a close 
And the time was as everyone knows 
To cover her body with earth 
Though her spirit had now a new birth 
From out of the crowd stepped a child 
Who's heart like her grandmother's  was mild 
She picked up a shovel and prayed 
As everyone stood there dismayed 
Some tried to keep her from her task 
She looked to her Grandpa with eyes that ask 
He said to those who had tried 
To stop this child at the side 
Of her grandmother's still open grave 
With shovel in hand and heart so brave 
Let her be was his reply 
She's strong enough I won't deny 
She then began her chosen task 
Permitted to do what her heart had ask 
Shovel by shovel and tear by tear 
Her respect paid true to a lady so dear 
At the tender young age of only ten
This little girl whose life has been 
Directed and sculpted by the events of that day 
And by the grandmother who taught her to pray 
Just ten precious years she shared with her here 
But forever in her heart her grandmother is near 
I am the mother of this brave little child 
And never has any heart been so mild 
The day was the twelfth of July 
And to my Mother I said good bye 
A new strength was shown to me that day 
In the child I had birthed and taught to play 
Grandmother's shoes are not easy to fill 
But with a heart of gold and the strength and will 
She to this day has been my best friend 
In absence of Mother my rock to the end 
Now twelve years later a woman full grown 
No longer here with me, elsewhere on her own 
No matter the distance in miles or in time 
She still fills the shoes of that Mother so fine 
And knowing her task will never be done 
She looks to the Heaven's, The Father, The Son 
But also she looks for a glimpse now and then 
From the Grandmother she knows will hold her again


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Have and the have nots

grabbing at straws the luck of the draw
some live big some live raw
a few like gods on hills of gold
every things fine just do what were told

A man on the corner needs something to eat
money walks by thinks dirty deadbeat
separated so the poor don't offend
at least when your down no need to pretend

late at night at the castle on the hill
a drunken success pops another pill
doesn't talk to his kids doesn't have real friends
his wife loves spending and the hottest new trends

a mother and her children prepare for the meal
what little there is seems so surreal
Everyday she struggles to provide
all she has is love and great strength inside

the driver takes him to the company he owns
he makes money by working others to there bones
always watching for a worker whose down
to remind them hes got the best jobs in town

eight sharp she takes the bus into work
she works for sol ittle just to please some rich jerk
the boss points out maybe its time for some new clothes
hes pays so little cares nothing for what she owes


the girls need braces but theres no way to pay
she smiles real big and says well get em someday
but shes knows she probably wont ever afford
she can barely make rent on her own accord

when he enters his mansion he feels quite alone
a beautiful house but know sign of a home
he decides it be better if workers lost there medical coverage
the company will save and even the overage

two people so very different one thinks hes what most people want to aspire to
the other wonders how long she can hold two sick days she'd be out on the street
the first one is selfish drinks every night avoids his family and lies a lot to
the second is down but will never give up and her children love her she is so sweet

these two people we see everyday I'm willing to bet you may look away
she just doesn't know how to save irresponsible i hear people say
when you see the man in his top notch suit and perfect smile
i hear people say what an outstanding man i like to talk for a while

When i see the man in his thespian role i feel a ting of pity in the heart in the soul
all the money doesn't help him see the person he his the one he could be
when i see the women struggle all day i wonder why we aren't all this way
her strength and courage virtues indeed a path of love is always richer then  one of greed 


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LOVE

You are the hope amidst the sorrow
You are the strength to build tomorrow 
You are the light that leads a blind mans day
You are the hope 
You are the strength 
Love perfect in every way 


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Keep Me

Keep me with you
I beg of you don’t go
Watch my strength push
Soon the whole world will know

The battles are not forgotten
To keep you in my arms
For you I have sought
My will fades away their charms

Through the depths I climb
Even while they slow me down
I can’t live without you
My determination is wound

So keep me with you
I beg of you don’t go
Watch my strength push
Soon the whole world will know

 
I know I need you
For you make me live
Strive for you I do
My life to you I give.

12/07
A.B. 


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Giving Me Strength

I was often scared as a child,
I would close my eyes tight.
Things always seemed to go wrong,
When would they ever go right?

A lot of things happened, 
When I was very young.
Now the memories are fading,
Except the sad songs life had sung.

My mother gave me strength.
She gave me the power to live. 
My mother was the one who needed strength,
But taking advantage of her was all I did.