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Details | Lyric |
You're worthy of love

I see the scars, you're hiding deep within
they're not visible, upon your skin
you don't even know, how you could begin
to feel worthy of love...

You've been floating away, in time and space
your pain is written, all over your face
your dignity left you, without a trace
and you don't feel worthy of love

Bridge 1
I've seen so many people, just like you
they never seem to make a fuss
the only colors you know, are black and blue
and now it's hard for you to trust

The only friends you had, have long since died
you couldn't save them all, even if you tried
now you bottle up all, your feelings inside
you don't feel worthy of love

Bridge 2
I know to you living, is not worthwhile
but I can prove that you're wrong
I know it hurts to even try to smile
cause you forgot where you belong

Some may say, that you're a little high strung
you've shed too many tears, for someone so young
don't you know that you're life has just begun
and that you're worthy of love...

oh yes you're worthy of love
you are so worthy of love

You've forgotten that, you too have worth
you're the only you, on this planet earth
just ask the loving ones, who caused your birth
they'll say...you're worthy of love
indeed you're worthy of love

welcome home my dear!
you are so worthy of love!


April 21,2017
John Derek Hamilton






































Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2017




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Just like a child I toss pebbles in the stream Each pebble is a wish Every ripple is my dream I dream of running freely my face against the wind Hear it's million voices and the cicadas sing. I dream of climbing treetops to a majestic world a world of happy faces where everyone 's a friend. I dream of sharing cookies with those we' ve made come poor I dream to share hot milk where we've created war. Just like a child I wait for falling raindrops to cleanse away dry mud Mud that turned in mountains of an untraveled path. Mud molding the borders so innocent can't pass Why do we refuse them when they are one of us ? Just like a child I forget the bruises all over my knees I dance into the moonlight along with flowing leaves. I return to my place with a kite still soaring high but cannot lay in my bed while others sleep outside. How can I be hopeful when innocence 's not pure When lonely tears are prescribed treatments without cure Just like a child I toss pebbles in the stream Each pebble is a wish Every ripple is my dream .
Dedicated to the men, women , and children , leaving their countries, , their homes, trying to find a safe place to stay, to escape war , yet still behind boarders . P.S - When I say We , I mean it - For our countries, our politicians, and our voices - We can do better.

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2015

Details | Elegaic Lyric |
Inspired by and written for my heart, my smile, my son named Kyle
A kaleidoscope’s blossoms Are not as awesome As my child at every turn; Watching his silences – I burn, Watching his movements – I yearn. I learn love’s wonderment Watching him discern. Gentle, imaginative boy Loves me content With innocence and joy. I shout for time to slow Its capture of my boy. Give me endless days And countless ways To watch my miracle grow. Sunshine, moon glow, Build him a perfect rainbow So that he may know The wonder of the love I try so hard to show. Loyal, gentle pets Lived unconditional need And when they died, I did grieve. Friends are the prose Inspiring my rhymes. Each would be missed By this heart of mine. When parents and siblings Expel their final breath, I will mourn them Until my own day of death. If my husband Should before me die, My soul would cry Float adrift and dry. But should my babe at any age Pass first in death’s grasp, Defeat would set a fatal stage For my hearts final crash. ... CayCay Jennings September 21, 2015

Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2015




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    "I think of you
     While sun and moon renew
     I will always think of you"

I sit so still and eat 
A sandwich and I talk to you
I am so angry at
Everything they did to you
Scream loud at the sun
At that sky too perfect, blue

At night I'm warm in bed
Hope that you rest peaceful too
My every word of love
Reach through hollow wind, renew
my love and hope and pain
Forever reach the soul of you

     "I dream of you
     With stars raining tears on me
     I will always dream of you"

I pray to stars above
To the mourning morning dew
To find you in my corners
Fading evading me and you
Your face, its smile so broad
I won't forget, I’ll go there too. 

I yell loud at the moon
The dark clouds in a sky once blue
That took you far too soon
Away from me, your life from you
You rest now while I sleep
I'll find you in soft morning hues

     "I dance with you
     I slowly dance...
     I will always dance with you"

***

April 23, 2017
Copyright © Darren White

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

Details | Lyric |
In this town is where I was born...
I use to play in these fields of corn...
In this place is where I use to sing with my mom...
We use to stay awake till  down...

The walls of this house has been crushed and the windows has been broken...
The enemies behind these walls are watching us they are stalking...
This place is where sand storm begun...
This place is where people use to come, and now It's where they run from...

It's the start of a destructive life... It's a long way for us to drive...
Maybe I'll never be able to play, cause the sand storm has blown this wish a way...
This sand storm is destroying my soul...I have no one , cause the sand storm did vanish them all...

So I go back again to that place to pick up the memories of these broken walls ...
I've closed my eyes to remember, I've remembered when I use to play with my doll's...
When I'm going to be free from this sand storm ?
When I'm going to get back to my lovely home? 
When I'm going to eat my mom muffins? 
I think that I'll die before that happens...
I think that I won't see the light , cause I'll be dead in my coffin...

Sand storm you can blow me now ...come on I don't care where, when or how. ..
I think that you've won this game ... I've lost so you can put on me the blame...
Saying goodbye to you such a shame but , I hope to never see you again...

Copyright © Dalia Shahein | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric |
I'm standing here upright. 
     For those I do present.
         My eyes are open wide. 
              My time and world are bent.
                   My eyes are not outside. 
                         Everything's unreal

                         The time don't move inside  
                         Where who I am is sent
                         Nothing looks quite right 

                         For every second spent
                     sparks internal fright   
                everything's unreal
           everything's unreal

I try but cannot deal
           this room's a room no more 
                     everything's unreal
                             come closer help me deal 
              help me help me heal.

    I'm frightened to the core.
    Everything's surreal.

I try but cannot deal 
                                       everything's unreal
                 I try but cannot deal 
       this room's a room no more
             come closer help me deal 
                           help me help me heal.

                       I'm frightened to the core
            everything's unreal.

***

Music: Mark Massey
Poem: Darren White | Year Posted 2016

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

Details | Lyric |
A bad man came 
when I was four 
he did bad things 
I couldn't find 
the door 

A bad man came 
when I was fourty one
this time he came 
with a mask and gun 

FLASH BACKS! FLASH BACKS! 
hells run a ground 
stay calm, stay cool, 
grandmas' spirit is a round 

I am older now - 
his wrath will save us both 

his crime exposed with 
my promise, and your oath 

Copyright © Eileen R. Kelly | Year Posted 2007

Details | Lyric |
Every child has a parent and a story to be told, but not every child 
Has two parents, two parents of gold.

So unselfish, so giving, so much love never ending.
Always there for us, always in support of us,
Without any questions asked of us.

Down the road still living their lives for us.
They would never think of giving up on us.

We truly were blessed the day God gave them to us.
For his hand to mold, a parent worth gold,
Is a child's story that's rarely told.

For God has made them human that's a fact.
They fault, they sadden, they even sin in anger,
But, what my siblings and I have learned from our Mother and Father
Is no matter what, support one another.
For if one is falling, just be there to catch, without any questions asked.

Life is not perfect and we may not be our parent that our children see,
But, we'll make sure that they see gold supports their destiny.

Prevail, yes we will, because forever we behold not one, but two,
"Parents of Gold".       

Copyright © Tina Alvarado | Year Posted 2008

Details | Lyric |
The story is about a boy and his dad,
The father struck the boy every time he was bad.

It started when he was five, he was your average child,
His father screamed at him, to take away his smile.

The did not have friends, no sisters and no brothers,
His father first hit him, when he lost his mother.

You would know how he felt, if you saw his welts,
His father meant business, when he took off his belt.

The boy always dreamed, he could escape someday,
But when he looked at his father, he only saw one way.

The father would get drunk, play with his gun,
Then load the pistol, and aim it at his son.

Then take away his toys, hit him in the face,
Leave the place and disappear without a trace.

The father needed sympathy, so the child was used,
He thought of his mother, every time he was abused.

Then daddy would hug him, which made him feel confused,
He thought if daddy really loves me, then why am I bruised.

Seven years passed by, the father started to feel shame,
The boy got in trouble, the father knew he was to blame.

He knew he was responsible for all the boys pain,
So he quit his violent ways, he tried to make a change.

The boy was now twelve, he had few friends,
He was getting into things, his father could not comprehend.

The boy used drugs and alcohol to mend his broken heart,
He was only happy when he and his father were apart.

The father prayed, he could take his boys pain away,
He knew that eventually , the child was going to stray.

He tried everything in his power , to get the boy some help,
He could not help but feel , that he did it to himself..

The boy cared about nothing, he was always depressed,
His past was the reason, he was so stressed.

The father gave up, felt he had tried his best,
Then one night as he slept, the boy shot him in the chest.

So remember the next time, you go to raise a fist,
Things can come back to haunt you, karma does exist.

Copyright © Jason Twite | Year Posted 2011

Details | Lyric |
One Night in a deep sleep
I heard it singing to me 
I woke and stood in amazement
Rubbed my eyes in disbelief
It turned to face me 
my heart began to race
but I was not afraid
I could feel it
a magical breeze of gentle music
somehow, someway I knew it was part of me
the rhythm, A sweet melody
it freed the little boy inside

Six strings playing that perfect hymn
that magical melody
it can never die

that magical guitar
playing with the glow of harmony
playing love and laughter for ever girl and boy

that magical guitar
its a special medicine for the world 
that magical melody
just listen closely
you can hear the rhyming chimes

that magical guitar
hold it in your hands
that magical melody
close your eyes let it sing to you

that magical guitar
with every strum
another child smiles

that magical guitar
with every note another childs walks
that magical guitar
with every chord played 
another child sings, dances, laughs and loves eternally

That magical guitar
and that magical melody

Copyright © Ron Flatow | Year Posted 2006

Details | Lyric |
Our picking pail is full, my son

With ripe and green and past their prime;

I'm not quite certain what we've done

And what has happened to the time.


In cents per pound we're lunatics

To pay the same for sweet and sour.

Let's say our eyes were playing tricks,

And blame it on the darkling hour.


How else describe the magic sense

Of things as they were meant--

Or how it made a difference

In being indifferent?


The pragmatist could not appraise

The worth of things so seen--

As though before created days,

Like Being before it's been.


Yet that's how fresh the berries seemed--

Or so they did to you.

And their so seeming did redeem

The old and make it new.


Copyright © Joseph Pedulla | Year Posted 2016

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God Bless The Child
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 in “Death OF A Rose” By Nate Spears


God bless the child that see’s no evil
The child that digs within his soul
To survive unpleasing
With pain never easing; just teasing

God bless the child that clashes with the Titans
The child fighting for existence
Steady fighting relentless
Relentlessly, 
Fighting the struggle
For what he believe is nothing
But he’s a child of god
So he’s blessed to be a front man

God bless the child that know not nothing
The child that comes to realize
That help’s not coming
Wondering the streets without a clue
Of what to do
Ignorance is all surrounding
Grief is all around them
Without any signs of peace

God bless the child that you conceive
Give them life
Give the strength
Let them find happiness in a world
Running thin on peace
May God bless
All his wonderful children.

Copyright © Nate Spears | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |
Summer Time
and in the spring
the children sprout
growing up until they old
reminiscing on the past
(Summer Time)...
 So innocent and young
growing old and wise
telling true stories
to the children eyes
some young become old fools
just make sure its not you
Summer Time
and in the spring
the children sprout
growing up until they old
reminiscing on the past
(Summer Time)...

Copyright © Michelle Edwards | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |
He sat up late one night and wrote,
His heartfelt Christmas dream.
Dear Santa, I wont ask for much.
His eyes began to gleam.
I've got a baseball and a glove,
A rocket and launching pad.
I've got so many things to share,
But, I haven't got my dad.
He left us not to long ago.
He didn't even pack.
He went to heaven, Mommy said.
But, now I want him back.

I miss my Daddy.
I miss the way he holds my hand.
I miss my Daddy.
And I don't really understand.
I miss my Daddy.
I know he must be missing me.
If you can find him, Santa.
Please, put him underneath the Christmas tree.

He always hugs me when he leaves.
He always says goodbye.
I hope he wasn't mad at me.
It makes me want to cry.
It's not the same without him here.
Why did he go away?
My Mommy's eyes are always red.
She won't come out and play.
Dear Santa, I just want one thing.
The love that I once had.
I'll give you everything I own,
If you'll bring me my Dad.

I miss my Daddy.
I miss the way he holds my hand.
I miss my Daddy.
And I don't really understand.
I miss my Daddy.
I know he must be missing me.
If you can find him, Santa.
Please, put him underneath the Christmas tree.

I hope it's not to much to ask.
I hope I've made it clear.
My Mommy misses Daddy, too,
And wishes he were here.
If you can't bring him back to me,
I hope I'll understand.
You've always done your best, I know,
To make my Christmas grand.

I miss my Daddy.
I miss him every single day.
I miss my Daddy.
OH Santa. Why'd he go away?
I miss my Daddy.
I know he must be missing me.
Please! Find my Daddy, Santa.
And put him underneath the Christmas tree.

  



Copyright © Robert Nehls | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric |
Knocked up knocked down
Beat up and pushed around
Things ain’t gonna be, gonna be
The way they used to be

Because I got an equalizer
I’ll knock you in the head
I got a tranquilizer that’ll put you 
Straight to bed

So daddy don’t 
Daddy do
Daddy don’t you do the things
You use to do

Knocked up knocked down
Beat up and pushed around
Things ain’t gonna be, gonna be 
The way they used to be

You can kiss my ass 
And the trailer good bye
Mama said you was less that 
Trailer trash

So daddy don’t 
Daddy do
Daddy don’t you do the things
You use to do

Sheriff come round and says 
Your bound to die if you keep it up
So save yourself and don’t come around
What is done is done

But I swear if I see you again
It will be at the end of pointed gun

So daddy don’t 
Daddy do
Daddy don’t you do the things
You use to do




Copyright © Stephen Kilmer | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric |
there are empty tables
many empty tables
in this country
and in this 
world

I sit
and I look at one of them
and wonder
if anyone else feels the way 
I do

when their child tells them
they are hungry
and you have 
no food to give 
them

and then your child cries
and then you cry
and then they cry 
some more
and then you cry

until finally
you both
just go to bed 
living with a hunger
that does not ever sleep

© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
(December 8th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)

Copyright © christine a kysely | Year Posted 2011

Details | Lyric |
Hello girl,
Can I lie to you, can I say you wear the most beautiful smile
Like I never saw my mama wear a priceless version on my graduation
Can I tell you your face holds that “Eureka” like I just discovered a living Mona Lisa
Just to get your ego high, and make you want to hear another lie
I can see that smile, am I getting there?
Am I close to satisfying your fantasy of a possible Mr. Right; the one you dream about every other night.
Hold on,
I just want to be your friend right; even though we both know I’ll be lying
What I want is an addiction which I clearly see in that beautiful body that you carrying.
I can’t take my eyes off you, now that’s some truth, but what I want to really take off you, is your clothes
Plan is to take your ‘T’ off just like tRUTH, and make you commit to me just like RUTH
Be your puppet and serve you with those twinkling smiles, then I’ll dim it the moment you serve me with your forbidden fruit.
Now I can brag to my niggas that I had you; easy take, I took away your honor
You gave all your heart sweetheart but that’s still a tight corner
I got to make more room; so it’s time to find another
Babe see; what a man cherish is what he never had; do you need a prove?
Check your history; Mona Lisa on display attracted a skillful thief
So please believe, the true man for you is not the one you enticed to come closer
But the one you hide but still burn the torch to find you in your saddest hour
The devil’s teasing; "you should have listened to daddy prodigal daughter"
There’s no turning back, that’s why I didn’t write this for you; you already traded your dignity of a perfect wife
For a perfect party girl fake niggas applaud; they want a ride
Now you worn out, your brake paddles are all out, that’s why you crushing
Fake nigga is out there laughing, and no one cares, for only Christ can do that saving without collateral damages incurring
But you not even looking cos your focus is on another man, girl you pathetic
Get your contacts and stay focus, this is no Disney world; this a world of snakes and deceptive magic 
Now you feeling all uneasy; to yourself you asking, ‘Gosh is he talking about me?’
Girl that’s a definite no!
I’m only shaping a bullet proof vest to invest nine lives in my unborn daughter;
In case she comes across a straight bullet from a lying tongue; now that’s my selfish truth.
Here's something I wrote years ago, just came across it and decided to share

Copyright © ezer agyin | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |
The streets of the Irish north
Separated by faith
Different religions
In our human race

During the troubles
Through the bullets and bombs
Sectarian violence
Engulfed in their wrongs

Soldiers and factions
In wanton maim
Left this proud country
In blood red stain

Years have passed
As the peace accord lives
No more slaughter
Where life was once sieved

Tomorrow, there after
No more feuding campaigns
For the
Belfast Child, sings again

 

 

Inspired by the Simple Minds track " Belfast Child " by an excellent Scottish Rock Group

                              http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oFIMJxV2tjI



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/ireland.php

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2009

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Sounds of children laughing
Singing and having a good time
Is almost like a fairy-tale
But this time, it's mine.
The little ones are laughing and smiling
Almost as hard as the youth do
Together, we know we'll make a difference
One little kid's dream will come true.
We're doing something special for the world
So others can live with love
So we are giving just a few boxes of stuff
Almost like a little treasure trove.
Operation:Christmas Child
How it brings smiles to my eyes
To see all this hard work
To help a few little lives.
Bailey comes and takes my hand,
"Kristen, come here and see!
We've wrapped boxes full of toys
For little children like me!"
Given so unselfishly, 
These children donate so much
Not only gifts, but unconditional love
A hug and a warm touch.
We stuff the boxes full of toys
And wrap them one by one
Soon, we have finished
All the boxes are done.
But we don't want to leave yet
We're having so much fun
So we hold hands and begin to sing
Our voices blending to become one.
We sing together for a while
Then we must break up to go home
But we know we'll still be there
And our voices will carry on.
So I go to bed this night
With happy tears in my eyes
Grateful for Operation:Christmas Child
That boosts so many little lives.

Copyright © Kristen Wilson | Year Posted 2006

Details | Lyric |
Coming from where I’m from
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 in “Death OF A Rose” By Nate Spears


Coming from where I’m from
Every day is a battle to survive 
War is in session 
Right before our eyes

Each day we battle lessons
Just to be in the running for blessings
Coming from where I’m from
We move rapidly on missions

The dead is alive with every walk of the lifeless 
Limited income withholds wealth
The living is near death
Spirits are stripped of guilt

Coming from where I’m from
Deprived wealth
Creates bad health 
In occurrence to this 
Good feelings are killed


The worst gets exposed 
As times get worse
Financial situations become a disaster
No man on earth can rehearse
 
The world is broken
Hunger brings harm
Coming from where I’m from
Dictatorship is not fond

The environment brings the need to shoot
These activities loosens the roots
We’re grounded by values as thin as a pin
We lose ourselves at falling rates like bowling pens

No free passes
Prisons filled in masses
Separated by classes
Coming from where I’m from.


Copyright © Nate Spears | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |
My grandniece is playing
the grandest piano,
and her hair falls down
so steadily

It is fine and red,
and as sleek as a fawn,
with the ends cut sharp
like the edge of a sword

Her back (all I spy),
moves with the music
and her hair with red ribbon
is as straight as a die

My grandniece is playing
the grandest piano,
and I, her great-aunt,
admire her soft beauty


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Copyright © Julia Ward | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric |
two came together, 
not knowing how to be there for the other, 
they say ignorance is bliss, 
but how could they miss, 
they made love when they made you 

you surrender to a troubled past, 
defiance was never gonna last, 
i can't help but remember my own, 
and now I know, 
it's time to stop staring and start the caring, 
a better me and god willing, a better you    

don't fear as you pedal on by, 
an entire team of angels is by your side, 
its the demons that twinkle in the spokes, 
turning you 'round and 'round, 
whispering just get the f out of here

girl this lost and found ain't no home, 
i told you that i'd never leave you, 
but you still weather the storms on your own, 
try and set aside apprehension, 
let's not point fingers, 
we know pain is to blame

life doesn't have to be truth or dare,  
the scales lie if they say loves not for you,
stained glass pictures of beauty and grace, 
demons hide within the chapel window panes, 
as you stroke the keys urging notes to take you away,
dreaming of a better day,
you can do this girl,
and i'm here to stay

two came together, 
not knowing how to be there for the other, 
they say ignorance is bliss, 
but how could they miss, 
they made love when they made you - 

-

Copyright © Jim Cross | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric |
OTHER WORDS FOR LOVE

Like snow, there are other words for love,
That swirl and fall upon us.
One of them is daughter.
Another is father,
For when his beard is salt and pepper
And his voice the sound of cracking frost.

So what can I say that is newly fallen?
Not that I feel, but that I am, with you?
You are my teacher.
You show me where my care lies huddled,
Hiding from the cold.

Without doubt or trepidation,
I am never more certain of this Being we are Becoming,
Than when I remind you to tie your shoe,
Or wipe the chocolate from your face.
(Watch, keys and phone.)

My rag polishes your mirror and
Reflected in your shining face,
Are all the moments that are yet to come:
Birth, death and the swirl of illusion inbetween.

With all the certainty I will ever need that this world,
This world is a good world.
This life is a good life
Simply and precisely, because you are in it.

Copyright © Igor Goldkind | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric |
I lie awake in my bed
Staring at the spring stars above my head
I can't take me to sleep
I've been feeling so nostalgic
I've been missing all your magic
and what they do to me

I let the autumn rain drench my body
It's no use admiring the raindrops on my feet
I've been missing your smile that is oh-so sweet

How many seasons must I have to wait
When will you come back to me, oh, I feel so sick
I feel like a small child waiting, dreaming, wishing
When will I see you again

Winter wind has me curling under your favorite quilt
You got me melting even with your scent
I've been listening to our kind of love song
This is the one we both used to sing along

Summer lights up the sky
It doesn't soothe me and i wonder why
I don't need a therapy
Just bring it back, the you and me

How many seasons must I have to wait
When will you come back to me, oh, I feel so sick
I feel like a small child waiting, dreaming, wishing
When will I see you again

How many seasons must I have to wait
Must I believe that what we have is fate
How many more monsoons have yet to pass
How many miles more before this would last

Come home to me, Come home to me
Don't think about it and just come home
Come home to me

Copyright © gracel almada | Year Posted 2012

Details | Lyric |
Looks like a lonely smile, just maybe a only child
As my days go by, as my hour’s blossom
At times in this open space I’d rather play possum
In your presence my glass is full
Half and hour later your past in nearly consumed
Like concrete my emotions extract and expand
And when I’ve become more that we could bear
My life lead contract is what you demand
Looks like a lonely child, and could be the only smile
Perhaps we could throw time into reverse 
Relax and undermine this unforgiving curse
If nothing at all seems any worse 
Then we shouldn’t be privileged to hurt 
Life, lice, more of timely disease 
A worrier finally at ease 
An escape requires the keys to theses haunted seas 
The only pleasure that taunted me 
Looks like a lonely smile, just maybe an only child 
Should this daylight torment or burn my eyes 
Would you pay to see my lessons learned through lies? 
Should this carpet decide not to warm my feet
Then I shall prepare to watch my health swarm in defeat 

Copyright © Jerry Golden | Year Posted 2008

Details | Lyric |
I don't want gold
I don't want diamonds
Papaa please don't buy me pearls
Frankincense and myrrh are good for my soul
Sapphires,emeralds and rubies reflect so fine on my ebony skin
But this Christmas i don't want those
 
I want luminous smiles in the face of each and every child
For every key in my piano
Every chord in my guitar
Lord let little ones' laughter be the soundtrack  
Their bliss will be my mirth  
This Christmas.
And for the fallen ones  
Innocence stolen too early  
My friends and i will burn candles  
Light bonfires all over the world y'all
Make sure folks see their babies dancing up above
Smiles dazzling brighter than the sparkling stars
Oh their bliss lets make it our mirth
This Christmas.
 
I could take a safari
Africa is pretty warm and colorful this time of the year
Or visit Sendai Pageant of Starlight
Now that would be a sight to behold
Perhaps even fly over see my Irish mum
Oh what else would a goddaughter want more?
 
But for this Christmas  
I want luminous smiles in the face of each and every child
For every key in my piano
Every chord in my guitar
Lord let little ones' laughter be the soundtrack  
Their bliss will be my mirth  
This Christmas.
And for the fallen ones
Innocence stolen too early  
My friends and i will burn candles  
Light bonfires all over the world y'all
Make sure folks see their babies dancing up above
Smiles dazzling brighter than the sparkling stars
Oh their bliss lets make it our mirth
This Christmas.

All i need this Christmas;
For every child a smile!
 
#EveryChildASmile (World Vision Campaign)
 
Merry Christmas everybody!
Spread the love spread the cheer
Love you all!

Copyright © PENINNAH NGANGA | Year Posted 2014

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You Stole My Heart


Thought I knew what true and unconditional love
Meant until I had you to have for many years
You made me smile, laugh, roll my eyes and
Sometimes cry, but I would not trade those
Times and memories for anything in the
World

Some say you and I were a lot alike, some
Ways I agree especially with the affairs
Of the heart for we always wore it on
Our sleeve, to me there is nothing
Wrong with that

Daily I miss every little thing about you
Too many to describe, so thankful to
GOD that he brought you into my life
Even though our time together was not
Long enough

Today I know you are in a much better
Place, free from this horrific world
For I know you are with two of the
Most amazing persons that anyone
Could ever know, your grandparents

Celebrate your life and all the love
And joy you brought to anyone
Lucky enough to know you
Precious boy, for today is your birthday

Sending you all my love my nephew
Who always had my heart, you stole
That twenty-eight years ago today

Happy Birthday Steve

All my love Aunt Nette

©: Kismetyen: AG 10/29/2014

Copyright © Annette Greene | Year Posted 2014

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Close your eyes and rest your little head,
Time has come for you to go to bed,
I will gently stroke your little cheek
Go to sleep; go to sleep.
Piglet and Pooh Bear under each arm,
For you know with them your safe from harm.
Restful sleep until the morning comes,
I will hum; I will hum.

Let’s ride your rocket over Saturn,
Come circle Jupiter and mars.
Venus; such a lovely planet,
See the Milky Way and all its stars.

See the lambs that you saw at the Zoo,
With your Piglet and your Pooh Bear too.
Ev’ry star you visit carve a notch,
I will watch; I will watch.
Time then for a quiet peaceful sleep,
Where the Angels your soul gently keeps,
Guarding there until the break of day.
I will pray; I will pray.

Brenda Meier-Hans 
09.01.2014
Contest: Poem not in PS congest #14
PD

Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014

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The tears burn my skin as they stream down my face
Dripping slowly to the floor
Crashing and shattering on impact
Just as the many pieces of my broken heart have done
You betrayed all of us
It did not matter that we loved you as our own, as family
Like a thief with no thought of the consequences
You stole something so precious 
You took away the innocence of my child 
Crushing it as if it were nothing more than dirt beneath your feet
You show no remorse for what you have done
Only sadness for the verdict that will send you away
An animal is what you are 
Stalking your prey and gaining their trust
Using their faith against them
Luring your victim into your clutches 
Then taking away the life that is within them
Even the title of child rapist is too kind for you
My beliefs are stained by the blackness of your soul
My heart is hardened by your selfishness 
The evil inside of you has demolished something within me
Yet it has not consumed me
You have no respect for the unity that we tried to share with you
We were merely a stomping ground for your greed and lust
Nothing you do can replace what you have taken from us
No pain that you suffer can compare to the agony you have caused us
You cared nothing for the laws of men or God
My faith is lost to many because of men like you
I can’t help but wonder how anyone could be so cruel


Copyright © 2010 Lena “Lolita” Townsend

Copyright © Lena Townsend | Year Posted 2010

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Their dreams filled their heads
As they drove up the hill 
To the orphanage, they hoped and prayed
For a child that laid
Swaddled and warm
In a crib, to bring home on this day

But a little bit older,
The child seemed cold
Yet a smile was worn on his face
So the couple agreed
To love and to feed
This child they’ll take from this place

And though they have nothing
No money in the bank
No brand new house
But to the child they’ll give a home
As parents they swear
To give all love and to care
To treat this child as if was their own

The dark of the night
And the child he cried
A burning horrible wail
She’s a mother now 
And ran to his side
Her loving was not meant to fail

She took and she held
So tight, bosom swelled
As he hushed and fell back asleep
He’s her child now
So much love to allow
Her son, forever to keep

And though they have nothing
No money in the bank
No brand new house
But to the child they’ll give a home
As parents they swear
To give all love and to care
To treat this child as if was their own

He is a man now
With a wife of his own
Yet barren as his mom and his dad
To the car they had gone
A new road they’re now on
To the place he was as a lad

They plan to adopt
To share all they’ve got
Though nothing they have to their name
But it’s love that they’ll give
For a child to live
To grow happy and love just the same

And though they have nothing
No money in the bank
No brand new house
But to the child they’ll give a home
As parents they swear
To give all love and to care
To treat this child as if was their own

Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2011