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PLEASE

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~PLEASE~
 
Please pick me up!
Never mind I'm gonna fall down anyways~
 
Please show me how to tie my shoes and sing my ABC! 
Don't worry mommy I'll walk barefoot and teach myself one day~
 
Please daddy show me how to ride my bike!
Never mind It takes up too much of your time~
 
Mommy please do not hit me again!
It's okay I need to be taught a lesson~
 
Cousin please do not touch me anymore!
Go ahead they won't believe me anyway~
 
Teacher can you please defend me in school!
Never mind my body is use to the abuse~
 
Please don't tell me sleeping with you is the only way! 
Okay I need to be loved even if it's for one night~
 
Please teach me how to raise a baby!
It's okay I can't blame others for my mistake~
 
Please don't get violent when you start drinking too many beers!
Okay if it makes you feel better hit me, 
I'll hide the bruise with makeup & tears~
 
Please tell me that I'm beautiful!
Wait! Your right I'll never look like her~
 
Please someone call 911!
Never mind it's only a broken nose~
 
Please officer why are you taking my husband?
Don't you know it was my fault,  he loves me and won't hit me again~
 
Please don't hit me in the face!
Go ahead that's what I get for standing up and defending myself~
 
Please God don't take my baby!
Go ahead and take her I don't deserve her~
 
Please don't tell me your not in love with me!
I understand I'll never be worthy of your heart~
 
Please don't walk away and break my heart!
It's okay I never made progress or was good enough~
 
Please don't leave me alone I'm okay with the abuse!
I understand you're tired of the reason and my crying excuse~
 
Please someone help, I'm hurting inside!
Never mind my feelings don't count~
 
Please God*can you hear me!
Please God*can you rescue me!
Please God*can you walk with me!
Please God*can you show me the way!
 
God* I was a baby, I was weak, and didn't speak~
God* you didn't protect me on my first fall.
God* I was abandoned and neglected before I learned to crawl!
God* even you rejected all my prayers and call.
 
I understand now I don't need nothing! I don't need no one at ALL
So PLEASE~PLEASE leave me alone, behind these walls.
.                              **
Please! If you read this teach me how to smile!! 
WAIT! Smiles don't come with self blame & guilt :-(

by;p.d.

 


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My Big Fat Cousin's Wedding

My favorite cousin named Marge is almost as big as a barge. So one would assume, not knowing the groom, the guy would most likely be large. But he was a small man named Tim “As thin as a broom” describes him. While Marge would guffaw, Tim would watch her with awe and just smile for he was so prim! When the preacher addressed him and said, “You may now kiss the bride,” Tim turned red, for their lips could not meet. With high heels on her feet, Marge stood towering over his head. She leaned down while Tim stood on his toes, but for being in such a strange pose, Marge then came toppling down crushing Tim neath her gown while the whole church erupted in “Ohhhhh’s.” All was well, and thereafter, we ate; then we planned next to dance until late. But none could foresee the small tragedy that had us all leaving by eight! Marge had tossed off her heels for a glide on the dance floor, but when they both tried to dance, Tim got snagged by that dang gown and dragged as his bride was beginning to slide. . . Now shoeless, poor Marge could not stop. Toward a table with candles on top, they slid, and the groom then set fire to the room by landing with a belly flop. Poor Tim by the candles got lit, and we were all having a fit, for the fire got spread fast till the Best Man at last got us all wet extinguishing it! Inspired by the title of the movie: My Big Fat Greek Wedding & : Joann Grisetti's "My Cousin's Wedding" Poetry contest


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Massacred Nation

The year 1890
December 29th
Wounded Knee, South Dakota
My tribe lost their lives

The USS 7th
On their orders so
To round up the Sioux
Railroad herd them and go

Us Lakota were next
To disarm their request
But my cousin Black Coyote
At best he was deaf

Not hearing the orders
To lay down our guns
A chain reaction
Ensued on my tribal ones

Chaos and mayhem
Distressed our grounds
This proud nation
Beaten down

Men, women and children
300 slain
Another reminder
For the white mans gain

To disrespect the fallen
Slows our souls to our gods
We were left in a blizzard
Hardened like logs

In three days we rose
Civilians did lift
And dumped us unceremoniously
In a hole in the drift

My corpse and my peoples
Stripped and robbed
As flakes of snow
Confirm our spirits have sobbed

As i am reborn again
In another country
It gives me the freedom
To look back and see

That December day in 1890
Gunning down innocent ones
Not so mighty
The Medal of Honor
In their distinguished past
The record still stands
On their chests they flash

But attitudes change
As two centuries pass
The Medal Of Honor
Has won back its class
No longer the weak
Gunned down by the strong
Its man against man
Sometimes they do wrong

So as i sit back in my adopted nation
Will i live again past this lives station
Writing the wrongs of modern man
This Lakota warrior who never ran


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/native-americans.php


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My Cousin's Wedding

My cousin shared her wishes and dreams, On our star gazing night, she whispered them so sweet As a shooting star glided down from the sky, She said, I wish ….. I wish…. all I wish are these tonight Someday, I will marry a smart, rich and handsome guy And have a grandiose banquet on my nuptial rite We’ll be dancing like a lovely prince and princess , With all my wedding sponsors on their best suits and dresses All in pink ,that’s the motif I will surely request. She kept into her dreams as several years passed by, Still searching for her prince charming who’s hard to find Unconsciously going beyond the age to give birth to a child, In a hurry at age of seventy, she took a rich ninety years old guy. The wedding was held after a day or two, The guy seated on his wheelchair with rheumatism on his toe She headed slowly at the alter to accept his shaking hands, Two nurses followed, so with sponsors dressed up in printed brown. The highlight of the wedding rite started at once, They held tightly with a nebulizers on the other hands, But the words of oath, they took time to pronounce False teeth were both misplaced and nowhere to be found. Reception followed grandiosely in the guy’s mansion, I saw many old men and women still eager to dance on the floor, With hunched back, shaking knees, they twisted rock and roll Then, sweet music played and my cousin danced with her groom. But, we all wondered how did he stand alone? He’s so heavy , I knew my cousin couldn’t help him at all, With our great surprise, his nurse was at his side like his crutch Everyone thought , he’s really a smart guy! Was he not? Then, everyone followed them so happily on the spacious hall, And in trio, they held each other so tight and moved like a fool.
Written: Sept. 15, 2012 First Place Contest: My Cousin's Wedding (funny poem) Contest Judged: 9/30/2012 Poet Sponsor: Joann Grisetti


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Glimpse of Heaven

Glimpse of Heaven (Out of Body Experience)

How curious, remote, the pain seemed now
As a fly on the ceiling, she looked down
Her body below in a hospital gown

Incessant beeps emitted by machines
With blips and waves on their monitor screens
She tried to cry out; muffled were her screams

No warmth penetrated surgeons’ white masks
“What are they doing?” she wanted to ask
“And how do I know they’re up to the task?”

The scene rolled past like a horror movie
Terror, she feared, would last eternally
But the action, the beeps, stopped suddenly

A creature of light appeared, took her hand
Something seemed familiar about this man
Had they met before in another land?

Through a stone tunnel he guided her now
Without taking steps, but floating somehow
Toward figures moving in a misty shroud

Some she recognized as they drew near
Family and friends whose love she held dear
Were welcoming her; she’d nothing to fear

Parents, an uncle, a cousin and niece
Beckoned her onward, her soul sensed release
In a radiant spectrum, stairway to peace

But as scenes from her life began to unwind
A Deity with a voice so sublime
Said, “I’m sorry, but it’s not yet your time.”

Pulled by a vacuum, withdrawn from the light
Through the tunnel again, though she tried to fight
From the ceiling she gazed, witnessed the sight

Electric currents jump-started her heart
Paddles brought back pain she’d known from the start
When later she woke, there was much to impart

But a skeptical doctor denied her claim
Her “journey” he dismissed as inane
Circuits, claimed he, had misfired in her brain

But she knew the truth, would not be deceived
Even when only her pastor believed
A glimpse of heaven she had received


* * Based on an experience during surgery long ago.
Entered in Catie's contest.


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The large blue swing

It was really a simple thing
Four chains holding a large plank 
Suspended from the ceiling
A big blue swing

Summer at its peak
Heat touching 45 degrees
Cousins all crammed up 
On a large blue swing

Listening to granny’s stories
The distant fan slowly whirring
Laughing and giggling at nothing 
On a large blue swing

Plate in hand my brother would sit at its end
Pretending to drive an airplane
Never knew planes did not have steering
On the large blue swing

Sometimes when no one was around
I’d sit on it with outstretched hands
Barely touching both its ends yet feeling like a queen
On a large blue swing

With my favourite cousin sometimes I’d sit
Munching hot salted peanuts
Pouring out our deepest secrets 
On a large blue swing

At noon in granny’s lap I’d lie
And listen to her lullaby
Soon asleep, without a worry in life
On a large blue swing

Like the swing her hopes never ran high
She spoke to me of days gone by
Looking beautiful, despite a toothless smile
On a large blue swing.

Today it is no more there
With grandma it slowly passed away
But memories still remain 
On the large blue swing.


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IF I RULED THE WORLD

If I ruled the world,
I'd round up all the men.
Send them to Afghanistan,
...And nuke the place again,
and again.

I'd collect and burn,
All the world's monies
And make sex slaves,
Of all the honeys

I would kill all the ugly ones
Well save one or two
So when I'm drunk I'll say
'Shit you look good to scr3w'

I suppose you wanted everyone,
To live in peace on the earth?
But believe me, if I ruled
That would be all a myth

But I'm sure after fifty years
Of all that sex slaving
Everyone will be related
And there would be no misbehaving

Because I will make sure 
Brother does not kill brother
And to women, the children
Will call all of them mother

To me, you guessed it
They will call me father

So I don't need riches or power
Or greed, just lust
I don't need gold or diamonds 
Only women with a 42DD bust.......

**Requested by my Cousin Michelle**


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Death In Chicago

She wrote a letter 
Which I happily read
In Spring
Summer baked on
Autumn arrived with a chill in the air
Winter followed with snow 
Then the call came
Aunt Stella had passed away
Two months shy of her eighty-seventh birthday
Could I travel to Chicago for the funeral? 
My cousin’s voice  
Was anxious
Time was short
I would have to leave tomorrow.

The wind brought tears to my eyes
And I remembered why
Chicago was called the windy city.
The funeral was surreal
My cousin and I were lost in the room
Our voices echoed in the chamber
We were the only attendees
Where was the rest of the family
The funeral director nodded
He understood
More than we did.

Before the sad procession to the cemetery 
We walked to her house
In no particular hurry 
Talked old times
Remembered when
There, nestled under trees
We peered through 
Rain stained windows
Looked inside an empty house
Sunlight streaming through a den door facing a back garden
We left quietly.

At the cemetery there was a delay
Impulsively
I began reading headstones 
At random
Nearby were three
Aligned in a row 
Each with the same last name
Following its own order of death 
I made out a father, an uncle 
And a young boy
Age ten
Standing over his grave
I caught a glimpse of something faded red and metallic
Chipping the frozen ground 
I saw
Buried 
A toy truck
How long had it been there
I could only guess.

As the Priest mumbled
Half forgotten Catholic prayers
I bent down and carefully
Pressed the toy
Back into the cold 
Brittle earth
As it was
Meant to be
Years and years ago.

When the service ended
We looked at each other
My cousin and I
Thoughts and deeds
Of long ago
Brought back memories
I called out to him
Look after yourself.
He smiled and turned 
You visit. Stay in touch.
The Priest remained
Where he was
The cold winter sun
Reflecting his bright colored vestments.


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Cousin John

War is such an awful thing, insanity can sometimes bring, like my cousin the zippo man, who burnt the huts the squealing and, came home and shot himself... poor John was damned...by Vietnam. sad and true and tears the heart, war is deadly, the aching part, they go away, do not return, just leave living heartache burns, no delight...Don Johnson


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Cougar effect

Cougar trouble

In 98 I was free again,
Thanks to wife stealing cousin Wayne.
At work the boss was an older chick,
Who moved on me, so very quick.

Though I had found other ladies great,
And was a dating several called mate,
Two ladies were there at work,
One married chick, who called me jerk.
It was hard to concentrate.

The Cougar kept me back one night,
Seduced me once, and it was nice.
Until I spoke of other girls,
Venom surfaced, plates were hurled,
What would be your advice.

Woman scorned, she did her best,
To move me on, till I had left,
No longer even Cougar blest.
Moved on to new horizons.

A History Of One Day Poetry Contest




Don Johnson


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