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FORGOTTEN TREASURE- The Rebirth

FORGOTTEN TREASURE

I found the fountain of youth
When I stumbled across the forbidden garden
Right smack in the middle,
Was what I thought to be a wishing well
I tossed in a quarter!
Looking down with a puzzled face
I peeked to see where it fell
I leaned over and that's when I saw my vanity
It was always there waiting for me
The reflection in the water was my face
In wonder, I asked what this vision could be?
With one drop on my taste buds
I knew I found the one true key
The most beautiful thing that can set one free
I reached in to touch the poetry inside me

      ~5/31/11~

repost- My first poem on the soup


Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2011

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Will You Tie My Shoes When I Grow Old

You were beautiful, 
my tiny child, 
wrapped tightly in my arms, 
close to my heart.
I listened to you breathing.
I counted your fingers
and your toes.
Helpless, 
you cried out to me
and I loved you
with every ounce of my soul.

Will you hear me
when I cry out? 
Will you hold me close
as I held you then? 

I remember the day
You took your first step.
There was no stopping you.
Your feet gave you freedom
to explore the world
like never before
but danger lurked.
I opened those doors anyway, 
cautiously, 
and introduced
you to the world.
Where will you be
when my legs
no longer run? 
no longer work? 
Will you realize
that I love
freedom too? 

I laugh
about that day
you first tied your shoe.
We tried and tried
to get that rabbit
in that hole
and you finally did it.
You pointed your toes
for everyone to see
how proud you were.

I am proud too, 
of my writing
and my drawing, 
of my needlework
and my cooking.
But my hands are beginning to ache
and my fingers will not bend.
I will lose the things
that make me proud
except for you.
Hopefully not you.
Will you let me
brag on you? 
Even tell wild stories
that are a bit beyond the truth? 
Will you be proud of me too? 

I waved good-bye
that morning when you left
on that large, yellow bus.
I was so scared.
I know you were too.
You waved at me bravely
through the dusty window
but I saw the water
forming in your eyes.
You came home, however, 
full of pride and joy.
You sang the alphabet song
and got most of it right.
You practiced for hours
until you could sing it
even in your sleep.

But 
I'm afraid.
I forgot
whether I took
my pills today or not.
I forgot
if I told this story before.
I even forgot once
who you were
and it terrified me.
My mind
is my treasure
the only thing I have left, 
and I heard you make
fun of me
for not remembering
that I gave you the
same gift as last year.
Will you love me
when I no longer
know who I am? 

You came home blushing
from the glow of
your first kiss.
Your first love, 
the one you thought was real.
You talked about him non-stop.
You changed for him. You gave.
But he left you anyway
for a blue-eyed girl
and I held you
while you cried for him.

I too have a
broken heart.
The love of my life
left me after
fifty-six years.
He left me here
to live life on my own
while he moved on
to another realm
And I cry for him too.
I long for his shoulder
and strong embrace.
I feel betrayed
because he and I
made a deal
that we would never
leave the other alone.
Yet I am alone
sitting in an echoing house
with no hands to hold.

You welcomed her home today- 
your tiny baby girl.
She has your eyes
and possibly your toes.
I see you counting them
as they roll me
into the room.
You finally came
to visit.
It has been a while.

You look up at me
with tears in your eyes
and ask
almost desperately, 

"Will she tie my
shoes
when I get old? "


Copyright © Rachel Kovacs | Year Posted 2013

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GRANDPA

*GRANDMA WAITS IN THE GARDEN*

Hi, grandpa, it's me again!
Your dentures sit in an open glass above the nightstand
Remember the tears grandma sang before she passed?
The way she looked into your eyes, 
Moments before she said her goodbyes
Grandpa, I found a note from grandma, 
She waits for you.

Hi grandpa, it’s me again!
The rocking chair is old and dusty
Remember the way grandma sat me on her lap?
Read many stories before I took a nap
How she enjoyed stroking my hair with her hands
I miss the way she rocked me to sleep every night 

Hello, grandpa!
I stored your hearing aid away
Remember that special musical box in grandma's drawer? 
I opened it last night, to watch the ballerina soar
I wish you could hear the tiny chimes grandma loved
I hope you don’t mind, I’m keeping grandma's favorite scarf

Hello, Grandpa!
I'm caressing grandma’s picture frame
Remember the way she looked in the yellow pretty sundress?
Grandpa, I miss the things grandmother did for you
Like the walking cane, she handcrafted before she left

Hello, grandpa, it's me again! 
Here I sit holding your hand
I have no more tears
Soon you will see her again
She will no longer be alone
Say hi to her, give her a kiss
Tell her I miss her so much
Bye, grandpa

~*~


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013

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To Take Each Day As It Comes

To take each day as it comes
To gratefully praise The One
Joyfully face the new dawn’s grace,
That's now my everyday plan.

To take each day as it comes
To guard my thought as it roams
On anything or anyone
That's now my everyday plan.

To take each day as it comes
To be careful with my words
To use the value of my hands
That's now my everyday plan.

To take each day as it comes
To do everything I can
And bring a smile to not just one
That's now my everyday plan.

To take each day as it comes
To celebrate other’s gain
Not consciously cause another's pain
That's now my everyday plan.

To take each day as it comes
Not all the time comes the sun
For sorrow comes to everyone
And that I must understand.

To take each day as it comes
And know that I’m but a man
I will be glad, life’s not that bad
And do my part in God’s plan.



*A resolution during a time of disappointment.

Kim Patrice Nunez
04 August 2015
image credit: Edwin Hofert


Copyright © KP Nunez | Year Posted 2015

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Little Wishes

Little wishes on great big stars.
Daughter, I make a wishes for you.
Keep on growing and keep on smiling.
And I'll keep loving all that you do.

Little dreamers wishing big things.
The world is your stage to display.
You can sing and you can dance.
Enjoy all that comes your way.

Little hopes in a great big world.
Nothing can stop your free spirit.
Make some noise, play a beat.
It's beautiful music when I hear it.

Little kisses from my now big girl,
You're growing up so fast it seems.
Pretty soon you'll leave the nest
And fly after all of your dreams.

Little girl I love you,
And I love you even more.
Because I made a wish once,
And you're what I wished for.


Written April 09, 2014


Copyright © Casarah Nance | Year Posted 2014

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The Secret

The Secret
Somewhere someplace not far away a couple lied together.
No talk about the future no talk about forever.
They had lovers of their own their lovers were not there.
It's best if kept a secret the love that they would share.

Lost in loves great passion covered in each others sweat.
They're going to have a baby but they don't know it yet.
In nine months the baby born a secret softly cries.
So much still for him to learn of life conceived in lies.

Often he just played alone it seemed it was his way.
Then one day the secret was sent outside to play. 
He grew strong like others did he gave it all his best.
Without one clue he never knew the truth beat in his chest.

Overwhelmed again and again the sadness he can't shake.
The devil whispered in his ear “You are a mistake”.
Still he tried through tears he cried to somehow rise above.
Getting lost time and again in his search for love.

When the walls came crashing down his whole world fell apart.
Welcome to the world of secrets and to your broken heart.
Shattered like a piece of glass his dreams fell to the ground.
Somewhere up near heaven even angels heard the sound.

Tears poured from his heart and soul through both day and night.
Searching for some healing in words that he would write.
Broken in so many ways all he meant for good.
Forever somehow secret where some misunderstood.

Now he walks in shadows seeking shelter from the rain.
Don't you dare look in his eyes you'll get lost inside his pain.
Like the secret long ago he spends his time alone.
It seems being by himself is now his comfort zone.

Asking nothing from no one wanting only just to give.
The only dream he still dreams is live and just let live.
A million miles on his heart and tears that he still cries.
So it is for secrets and those conceived in lies.
Edwin C Hofert


Copyright © Edwin Hofert | Year Posted 2015

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Speck

People walk in and out, 
Through me, it seems,
My presence barely sensed.
I coil around the pain,
And recoiling I make my way out, 
Heaving relief into the dark.
Around me, night crawls about like a baby, 
The moon, with arms outstretched, 
Cradles me gently, lovingly.
And feeling a large crack in the universe
I am swallowed whole
And taken home.




Copyright © Charles Hamouth | Year Posted 2015

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WHITE CHRISTMAS

My thoughts drift back to my childhood days Of so many years ago All the family gathered by a roaring fire Whilst outside glistens with sparkling snow We had such fun making snow angels and snowmen Our little frozen fingers and rosy faces were aglow Memories of Christmas now firmly in the past I look back on happy days of so long ago Our Christmas tree was draped with tiny twinkling lights, Bright baubles, tinsel and candy canes just for our delight Oh how the years have flown by so fast Sadly, like the snowflakes our childhood days don’t last I scan the list of Christmas cards that I’ve got to write Each year it grows shorter, with loved ones we now miss I dream of turning back the clock and returning to the past My memories of Christmas are ones I hope will always last Sponsor: Kelly Deschler Contest: Christmas Carols Song Chosen - White Christmas 12~03~15


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

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read this please

They hate you because your you
They make up lies and call it true
They're fake behind your back
Hoping someday that you'll crack.

They hate you because your real.
no matter what they say you always heal
They're surprised to see you rise,
That you're not affected by all these lies


They hate you because you smile at them
It shows them that your a real gem
You are always true and do your best :)
Sometimes these haters just cant test

They hate you for no reason
Despite it all, you smile
whatever the reason
At the end of the day
All i'm gonna say
All i plan to be 
IS ME


-Sanderline Fleury :)


Copyright © Sanderline Fleury | Year Posted 2013

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The Cuddling Cricket

It’s not enough to have a Dragon plus his penguins and pigeons, too?
Darn it! I had a limit, until a cute Cuddling Cricket found my shoe.
He was just a little baby, who saw the pigeons and decided to hide.
Now, he won’t let go of my pants leg; he’s definitely along for the ride.

The first time I saw him, I Eeekk’ed and I jumped, yep, about to pounce.
But at my response he sighed, and slumped, and he began to cry, at once!
At first I couldn’t believe it, so I pulled out my magnifying glass.
What I found were soulful eyes, and a face, so very cute, but sad.

So now when I stand, A Cuddling Cricket, comes along for the ride.
Yeah, he’s now part of the family… Well, of course! Sigh! I replied…
He sleeps in a cute little plastic bug box, with a matchbox for a bed.
But it’s hard to explain, to others found, in my life, which have fled.

I bring a magnifying glass, so they can see him bow so proper and nice.
But carrying my Cuddling Cricket around, does have a certain price!
Food stores aren’t very understanding, and restaurants, Not At All! Truly!
But the paparazzi seem to understand a Cuddling Cricket, completely!

He does have his own type of novelty as he carries around his blankie!
And he’s just a baby, who needs a Mom, and of course, his little binkie!
Honestly, I’m not kidding! There’ve been a few, strange turns, in my life.
But, if I have Trolls and Dragon, then a Cuddling Cricket seems, so right!


Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2014

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Generation Next

Babies are gems and diamonds,
Babies are pure right through,
Babies are such little angels,
Especially when smiling with you,

Bouncing babies are such a charm,
For them we want no harm,
Baby need milk,cry up a storm,
Burp,tummy full,so cuddly and warm,

Babies will learn from me,
Babies will learn from you,
Remember,they are the next generation,
So teach them the right things to do.....


Copyright © Richard Palmer | Year Posted 2012

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To Be A Kid Once Again

This time I didn't need to remember what it was like to be a kid This time I didn't need to memorize when all the fun have been . This moment wasn't that moment of madness and responsibilities , this was a brief moment to live , I lived in my dream . How I danced , there I danced with the flutter of a butterfly ,over and over again. There I was , immersed in the body of a little brown eyed girl. Dressed up neatly in a white collar shirt ,and a navy blue pinafore dress. How I ran , I ran breathlessly in evergreen fields full of buds that barely blossomed through the eyes of women , and men . How I jumped , like a frog earning its freedom , doing my utmost to catch the sky, to reach the soaring hand-made kite ,that kept moving far and high. My left -hand never letting go of that special red balloon , it was mama's reward , that afternoon. Each following morning, so hard to get out of bed ,but that only lasted till I saw Uncle Frans'hat. How happy I was to sit on his lap ,, and listen to stories He read. How happy I was , to lick early raindrops that ran fresh down my cheeks, How different , from the once I feel when I'm out of my sleep. What moments to preserve....There , on the back seat of papa's new second-hand car , Our chitty chitty bang bang , travelled so far. There , me and my brother , our face against the wind, Open mouths , Indian sounds , humming along , waiting for tree-birds to sing. What a moment , of hide and seek, and musical chairs ,Of midnight mass and Christmas prayers . I lived them all .... Splashes of waves , and buckets on sands , Autumn's foliage , picnics , with cousins and friends. There I was , immersed in the body of a little girl with long noichettes french -braids swaying in the breeze , Playing hopscotch, out in vacant cobbled streets. This time I didn't need to remember what it was like to be a kid This time I was there, in the dream , I have lived . This time I tasted sweet honey before I 've been kissed Before years cursed the pink of my innocent lips .


Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2015

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THE SONG OF WISDOM

Upon the wind I hear her whispered song
she says “Come to me” with such urgency
I listen now as I’ve been all lifelong.

I turn to look, straining my eyes to see
just like a child who knows his mother’s voice
she says “Come to me” with such urgency.

This Lady who is not everyone’s choice
I follow her and choose the road she’s kept
just like a child who knows his mother’s voice.

For those who left her have bitterly wept
with Wisdom I will daily walk in faith
I follow her and choose the road she’s kept.

In quiet times the small voice I await
I will be strong, mild, teachable and kind
with Wisdom I will daily walk in faith.

I’ll heed her call, that I don’t walk like blind
for in the wind I hear her whispered song
I will be strong, mild, teachable and kind
and listen now as I’ve been all lifelong.




*small voice- rhema    

22 June 2015
Villanelles and Terzanelles Only Contest -4th Place
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton


Copyright © KP Nunez | Year Posted 2015

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The Bridge

I walk towards you,
as you stand waiting at the center of the bridge.

Beneath my feet, aged timbers span the churning river below.
With each step I see you more clearly.
My eyes search out the younger you,
that wild child with chestnut hair.
I can still remember your pigtails and ear to ear grin.
Back then, laugher was such an important part of us.
Somehow,
thankfully,
from the start, 
we just seemed to get each other.

As I approach,
I see both of us in your eyes.
The twinkles hidden within the wrinkles,
laugh lines, the evidence of our pleasure.
As you open your arms we embrace.
For a moment, time relinquishes its dominion.
Two friends once again, occupy a sacred moment,
grieving and celebrating the passage of everything.
We wonder, what if anything can be reclaimed?
Together, wishing yesterday forward!

The bridge groans under our childlike expectations.

In a split second everything changes!
We place young hands on the bridges revived splendor.
Amazed, we look over its railing.
There below, the river reverses upon itself,
flowing backwards until it stops.
The glass like surface reflects back images of our younger selves.
I look back into your eyes with wonder, 
how is this possible?
Once again we are both twelve,
standing on this baby blue bridge.
You too look shocked,
What is going through your mind?

Age has loosed its shackles!
The years reeling back like hands on a sprung clock.
I think my eyes deceive me, but it is you.
A cowlick sticking straight up and you have that crooked smile.
Your blue eyes playfully daring me,
to follow you into a new adventure.
This adventure occupies the reaches of our imaginations!
Your hand rests beside mine,
it feels familiar and safe.
How I have missed you my friend,
missed your voice, your exuberance for life.

As twilight lingers
and the stillness of time settles about us,
I see us as we were.
Long ago we said our goodbyes on this very bridge.
We promised one day we would return to this very spot.
A pinky swear magical promise!
Then we waded into our unknown years.
The river of time split us in two directions.
Many escapades, broken hearts,
triumphs and horrors.
Somehow, we grasped at the memories of a forever friendship.
A phone call, a transformative whisper,
beckoning us to return,
to a bridge,
to a time,
to a feeling.

Twelve years old,
hands clasped and swinging.
We skip to the beat of our own accordians. .
Together we dare life to give its all.
We are ready once again,
for skinned knees,
adventure,
perhaps some heartache,
but mostly belly laughter and ear to ear grins!

Written in collaboration with Monterey Sirak.
It is a pleasure to work with such a talented poet.






Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2015

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TRANSITION - for adult contest

The day I truly became an adult – oh I remember it like it was yesterday The moment I gave birth to you my son – my life changed forever Nothing can prepare you for the responsibly of having a child Children are helpless, vulnerable and totally dependent on us Decisions I made then shaped you into the person you are today Yes, I made mistakes – I am the first to admit it But parenthood is a steep learning curve for us all I tried my best to nurture and guide you - as my parents had with me Hoping that you wouldn't make the same mistakes I have done Let you make errors and do things for yourself – it’s the way we grow Now you have spread your wings and have flown the nest When times get tough I wish I could revert Step back in time to the halcyon days of my childhood But the transition has occurred - I am no longer a child 04~22~15 Contest:- F J Thomas The true meaning of being an adult


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

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Childhood Dreams

Naiveté wraps the child
until the chills slowly
begin to snuggle in,
smothering the illusions leaving
the residuals of sickness
and disappointment
that is man.

-------------------------------------------------------------------

Contest: Fallen
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Entrant: Rob Carmack
Written: 11.29.15
Word Count: 25

My person was the entire human race.  As a child, I viewed adults as ethically advanced and emotionally stable.  Thought of world as an Utopia – the best trip I ever had.  From this disappointment, I was given the contrast to appreciate forgiveness and those I found that are advanced.  


Copyright © rob carmack | Year Posted 2015

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CHASING FOOTPRINTS

CHASING FOOTPRINTS

Some feet are bigger than others
none bigger than those
left by your brothers -
that you tried to fill.

The foot that Dad
would put “right up ‘ur arse”
and the one Mom said
you must put forward.

The meter and feet
we poetically treat
in attempt to conform
to rhythm and beat.

One foot we must
“take out of our mouth”,
while trying to get
“one foot in the door”.

Footprints that litter
the sands of our mind
that cannot be followed
by looking behind.

The foot of the stairs
the foot of the bed
the footsteps of night
the footsteps of dread.

Huge footprints of carbon
Al Gore and his ilk
charging the cows
for the grass to make milk.

One foot on the gas
One foot on the brake
one looking to give
one looking to take.

So don’t judge the size
or the depth of the root
nor measure the soul
by the size of the boot.

John G. Lawless 

submitted to – BIGFOOT (A Poet Destroyer contest)





Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2015

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The Worst Parts Of Me

Im a little out of tune
Im havin trouble inside
Cant explain the chayos 
that I feel tonight
Everythings a mess
I can barely breathe
And your wonderin wonderin 
When I stopped bein me
I couldnt tell you the truth
I couldnt lie to you 

Im a little out of control
I swear Its not my fault
I try and I try 
But nothin seems to work
Gotta break me down
Gotta take away this diesese
Its like im addicted 
To the worst parts of me

And inside I am filled to the brim
No one can see how hurt I am 
So confused by all these things
So abused by my own creating
Somethings wrong inside my head 
and I feel, I feel, almost dead.


Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2012

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Redux

I found a box when my mother died
And saw the me I was inside.
Big blue eyes and auburn locks,
Rolled up skirt and blue knee socks.

Glee club programs, old year books
Awards and rings tucked into nooks.
And there, a picture of a boy
Who filled my teenage years with joy.

Jeans and tee shirts, hockey skates,
Rock and roll and concert dates.
A soul that made my young heart sing-
First love, first kiss, first everything

As we grew up we slipped apart.
For other places we’d depart
To different schools and different lives,
On to lovers, husbands, wives.

But sometimes I would feel regret.
Years passed and I could not forget.
I’d wonder what he’s doing now -
The where and when and why and how

Fate intervened one Fall and then,
We found each other once again.
I met him on the street one day
And forty years just slipped away.

And right away with no surprise 
I saw the boy in the grown man’s eyes.
Our fingers intertwined. The thrill
Told us that we were in love still.

We strolled around that day and kissed,
And spoke of all that we had missed.
Though the happiest we’d been in years
I knew that it would end in tears.

The old desires stirred up anew,
But we knew what we had to do.
Aware some lines must not be crossed
Because there’d be too great a cost.

We left each other and slept alone
Each with a spouse in a lonely home.
To dream of things that might have been
And hope that we cross paths again.

I cherish my handsome rock and roll boy
Who gave a young girl so much joy.
By loving the girl with the auburn locks
The rolled up skirt and blue knee socks. 



Copyright © Andrea Doherty | Year Posted 2015

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writing to inspire

I want to write something that makes people say “I wish I wrote that”
I want to write something that gives the hopeless their hope back
I want to write stuff that Tupac would be happy to have on his notepad
I write for everyone who had a broke past

I write to cure heart-break
I hope my words offer light to those going through dark days
Good times are ahead even though they appear far away
Sometimes you have to get things the hard way

I’m writing for that girl who just got cheated on
Hope my words are a bandage to people who don’t know where they’re bleeding from
I’m writing for people who think their chances of succeeding’s gone
I write for those whose parents chose to lead them wrong

I write for those fighting discrimination
I only get offended when people give me limitations
Notorious B.I.G told me the sky is the limit
So I write till I’m out of ink or my pen is breaking

I write for those battling depression
I write for those struggling to see their reflection
I write for those who want to stand up tall
I write to inspire but I can’t please you all

My rhymes are far from perfect
But I’m honest in all of my verses
I’m trying to give worth to those who feel worthless
Because I was made to feel like I had no purpose

I’m not trying to save people
Just trying to offer a little help
I believe everyone should be made equal
Regardless of age, race, sex, looks or wealth

I hope my words will one day lead the blind
I hope my words encourage people to go against the system
That doesn’t mean to commit crimes
Just don’t be afraid to be different

I may not make a change in the world
But maybe I can help to take away the pain from a girl
Or offer a little guidance to a fatherless boy
I hope my words inspire, but I started writing to fill a void 


Copyright © Alex Duffy | Year Posted 2014

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When the Wanderer Returns

As winter trees exhume their leaves
for spring
and Autumns' sacrifice 
retreats in memory 
Summers of sangria blossoms 
drape their crimson blooms-

exhale against an arc of sighing skies

Seasons conspire
to tempt the wanderer on, 
but it’s the stolen thoughts of childhood 
that bring the wanderer home.

© Suzanne Delaney


Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2016

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Two Lenses

Give me the red ones,
all shiny and new,
with stiff pointy toes.
Rising three inches;
spikes click when I walk.
Can't get enough,
prissing around;
hands on my hips,
strutting my stuff.
When I'm grown,
my closet
will be filled
with new
high heel
shoes.

Open my closet 
and what do I see?
Pain and agony
staring back at me;
one pair of high heels.
Funeral shoes;
wedding, perhaps.
Day after day?
No way in hell!
My feet hurt
just thinking
About those
dreadful
high heel
shoes.


02/23/2016
Contest: Two lenses
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick




Copyright © Arlene Smith | Year Posted 2016

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MISTAKEN THAT YOU LOVED ME

'My' biggest mistake was being born a girl 
I was never going to meet your expectations for you wanted a
Son and you got me ...mum said to you ‘I was the next best thing’ 
That’s maybe why you treated me and my sister
Anne so differently - she was like a princess
Kept by you and mum, never having to work
Even now she treats me like a second class citizen BUT
Now you are no longer here I am finally free from the past

There are no words to express my
Heartfelt sorrow at the way you treated me
All I wanted was to be loved by you but
That love was never ever there for me

You never acknowledged anything I achieved
Or the fact I gave you your only grandchild
Unwanted unloved that’s how I was made to feel by you

Looking back over my life has been difficult
Only recently I discovered the full extent of the 
Variance between the way you treated us both during your lifetime
Except one thing you could never take away from me was my
Determination to stand on my own two feet and be my own person

Maybe life could have been different if you’d got the son you wanted BUT
Everything I have I worked for and I am proud of who I am

My Biggest Mistake Contest sponsored by Laura Loo

This is probably the most personal poem I have ever written but it has been so cathartic to finally put this down on paper and put my ghost to bed. Maybe in time I will finally grieve for my father, but I have been told by Hospice that this could take many years.

07~04~16


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

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All Mothers Must Sing - A Song for the Bulldog

It was not long ago
By the reck'ning of things
You were yet a wee one
Yet under our wing-
But now you have grown up
Like snow follows Spring -
Now you're a Mother,
And all Mothers must sing.

All Mothers must sing,
Though not always with voice;
'Tis a matter of Truth,
Not a question of Choice.
They sing with their hearts
And they sing with their souls
They sing while they're young,
And they sing when they're old.

     All Mothers, all Mothers, all Mothers
     Must sing,
     Some sing but a whisper,
     Some make the walls ring.
     They know that they hold 
     The most Precious of things;
     So all Mothers, all Mothers, all Mothers
     Must sing.

They sing with their smiles 
And their hearts and their sighs,
They sing us to bed 
And they sing as we rise;
They sing in response
To our smallest of cries
And all with the brilliance of love in their eyes.

So from now to the time
You are grey just like me
Darling, sing to your babes
As I sang to thee;
They shall grow to be kind,
To be honest and true;
They shall grow to be Wonderful,
Just like you.

     All Mothers must sing
     All Mothers must sing
     All Mothers, all Mothers, all Mothers 
     Must sing;
     Some sing but a whisper,
     Some make the walls ring;
     They know that they hold 
     The most Precious of things;
     So all Mothers, all Mothers, all Mothers 
     Must sing,,,,


Copyright © William Masonis | Year Posted 2016

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Poof

That childhood faith, vehemently spirited,
Difficult to bend, impossible to tame.
That still-cradled heart, curiously open,
Eschewing fear, shunning struggle,
Accepting of each coming day.
The journey so hazardous.
Now a cold-forged and unyielding heart 
Beats out each agonizing minute.
Jared by indolence and disappointment,
Vision unrecognizably scarred.
The journey so quickly done.
Needing to chance upon that child again
To lightly touch the angel's brow.


Copyright © Charles Hamouth | Year Posted 2015