Infernal Night

There was a raven haired baby
Small for his age and rarely cried
looking out with weak eyes
hoping someone will love me...

A mama not commited to being a mom
Young for  her age of sixteen
Wild oats not yet sown
spaced out on dope most of the time...
Thinks if I just put my hand on his mouth...

Never is too late to help

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010



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Date: 10/29/2010 6:43:00 AM
WOW! i was really moved by this poem! It is truly beyond brilliant. Amzie
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Date: 10/21/2010 4:37:00 AM
The value of human life so descriptively emdedded in this short yet rich write, doris... blown away! warmest, nette
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Date: 10/21/2010 12:34:00 AM
Very inspirational write. Love it. Taha
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Date: 10/20/2010 10:14:00 PM
Smile ~ But, now I have to "Pray" again for as I said, poes like these, make it so very hard...."My Love & Warmth to 'You Always' &, All You Love," John! ~ Smile, "Have A Very 'Blessed & Beautiful' Tomorrow 'Dear, Precious Doris Culverhouse;' Sweet Dreams!":) ~
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Date: 10/20/2010 10:10:00 PM
Smile ~ "You" see, what such stirring poes can do for me "Dear, 'Lovely & Precious, Doris Culverhouse;'" they remind myself of the true cowardness of some &, paint anew as the psalmist once said, "Should I not hate those whom, hate You...." ~ "Psalm 69" ~ "Beautiful Poe Dear, 'Stirring The Soul Sooo, Very Deeply!!!'" ~ "Thank You" ~ ....Cont:)
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Date: 10/20/2010 10:01:00 PM
Smile ~ Heavens eyes beheld; longing for the day that, is soon to be upon Us All now!!! ~ "Yes," reading these poes after poes day in & day out, I just want to put upon "My Lord & Kings Armour" as soon as I possibly can &, throw these flowers into the gutter where my own fleshs desires feel that they belong &, the day I die, will be but a blink of an eye from, my boiling bloods dreams come true; "Believe It!!!" ~ ....Cont:)
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Date: 10/20/2010 9:53:00 PM
Smile ~ Bent upon their own soon to be it so seems, demise; these, proud & arrogant, stubborn, beast of burden & cruelties towards the weak & helpless children & infants, they so joyfully & heartlessly have slaughtered over century upon century as, they beat their chest like king kongs as if, they had done something great while as ~ ....Cont:)
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Date: 10/20/2010 9:43:00 PM
Smile? ~ If "You" could feel how "My Blood Boils Inside" when I view these type of poes then "You" would know why, I find it sooo very hard to perform the possible purpose given unto me; why, I find myself as Jonah, running away as I long for the day that burns inside of sooo many such as myself and yet, "I Pray to 'My Beautiful Father' In Heaven Always" to, forgive me & to help me understand &, fill me with "His Beautiful Love," that I may endure amid this blind ~ ....Cont:)
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Date: 10/20/2010 8:42:00 PM
Very strong write Doris. I see a ring of truism in this. Charles
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Date: 10/20/2010 7:27:00 PM
Hi Doris Strong content.I felt it was like watching a weepie movie hoping that it would not end in tragedy,but it invariably does as in life.Although it was a sad and brutal portayal of reality I liked it because of how you wrote it,especially the last line.All of it touched me. luv June
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Date: 10/20/2010 5:32:00 PM
Such a frightening thought....and yet it does happen. We should help in any way we can. No ...we can't look away.
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Date: 10/20/2010 4:25:00 PM
Nice wite Doris, as always love Michael
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Date: 10/20/2010 3:47:00 PM
Very inspirational and emotional write, Doris
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Date: 10/20/2010 2:58:00 PM
eeeeeeeek ! The sad truth dear poet....the sad truth. So we help the children in need....we become the crier... LOUD... when we see them bleed ! Much love, james
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Date: 10/20/2010 2:55:00 PM
Great inspired write..I just loved the child from the first time I heard that his mom wanted to give him up...I am glad that you wrote this one..Mom
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