you were an infant
i would sing a song i created for you
'there's a baby in my arms
there's a baby in the mirror
there's not really two
the child in the mirror
in that same vein i write this
you can't hide inside a mirror
it wouldn't be good for your image
if you see what i mean
take a minute to reflect on that thought
frame it as you will
raise a glass to good cheers
this isn't the time to crack
it is the exact reverse
like skipping a rock across the smooth surface of a lake
seven skips of good luck
because you are the fairest of them all
looking back at yourself
keeping it compact
as you duplicate your own words
impossible to read from the other side
this echo of your vision
the epitome of a prototype replicates
who is the quintessential hero and who is the fake
go through that rabbit hole -straight to wonderland
bedazzle -radiate -glimmer -scintillate
the glare will define you
you have not now or have ever been a duplicate
you are and will always be the one and only
Oct 2 2017 - love above all else love - armand
But Tell Me Where Do The Children Play
you can't lie your way to the truth
what we teach our children
should apply to us too
you took a wrong turn
check your moral compass
the needle is spinning faster
than a bottle in search of a kiss
what would our mother think
if she knew what you were up to
you're changing everything she fought for
in her life children mattered
like the singing preacher asked
such a long time ago
'...where do the children play...'
you can argue climate change
but you can't deny the quality of the air your breathing
when did we start bottling water just to take a drink
the taps are bleeding led
too late to fix the guts of generations who drank it with trust
how do you look at a storm in the eye
didn't you already prove your blind
or do you keep yours closed so no one can look in
look deep inside your heart
'...tell me, where do the children play?…'
Oct 2 2017- armand
BONUS POEM THE SEQUEL
Me? I Saw More.
the clown danced like a marionette
his painted face featured a grimace
and a tear
i saw more
no fear here
an amazing mime artist
a procurer of pathos
he was pulling a little red wagon
with a large orange hard ball
walking on the spot
i saw more
we often have to carry more
than we think we can handle
our shoulders grow
atlas carried the earth on his shoulder
when we think we can do no more
we do even more than we need to
i saw more
the power of one
we don't need help
we need initiative
no brother or sister's need
is less important than our own
'give and you shall receive'
we are all more
it takes a strong child
to raise the values of a village
i can't win unless we all win
we have tried the blame game
five thousand years later
we are being led by weak men
want bigger and bigger guns
at a time when we have enough weapons
destroy the earth hundreds of times over
has always been
i see more
i see you
ghandi was right then
ghandi is right now
do you see
Oct 2 2017- armand
BONUS POEM THE SEQUEL TOO
i am going to touch you
like a firefly touches
the dead of night
lights the obscurity
i want to illuminate
the pitch dark of your perspective
inject a bright glow of hope
cleanse your thoughts of the negative
did you argue today
did the daily news invade your cheer
turned your 'in the pink' to something 'blue'
i am going to reignite your sense of calm
wave a wand -make your heart smile
warm your complexion to a glow
spread your goodwill worldwide
life i assure you isn't a rotting corpse
you have the strength
rise above the doom and gloom
you are presently living
the alternative is an untimely exit
i believe in laughter
and i believe in unconditional love
i believe when your back is against the wall
persistence will create a door
a passageway out of the muck and mire
no matter how thick the fog
it only takes a breeze
to clear a path
one you can ride to your destination of choice
Oct 2 2017- armand
BONUS POEM THE REBOOT
Colour Me Ill
i tried to fly today
nothing deep here
this isn't that type of poem
didn't go that well
i fell flat on my fa fa fa face
(pardon my stutter
a temporary side effect of the fa fa fa fall)
i wasn't writing any poetry
at the hospital either
all joking aside
there was a lot of blood
did you know that doctors
have no sense of humour
i was slurring anyways
you gotta love that morphine
they were cleaning up the blood
i said thanks dr. acula
not even a snicker
and i'm not speaking of a chocolate bar
wasn't even my joke
stole it from Mitch Hedburg
coincidentally the doctor left me in stitches
the nurse said she was taking me for an X-ray
i didn't really hear her but she was a knockout
sounded go go good to me
i was running in front of the wheelchair she was pushing
i was excited
we got somewhere
you gotta love that morphine
i must of impressed them
they thought i was a model
they took pictures of me
Bi Bi Big pictures
you should of seen the size of the negatives
i ordered ten sets
they pushed me outside and left
pa pa par for this course
suddenly my nurse date was back
they always come back
Oct. 2 2017- armand
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2017
The chalendar shouts it
15 years ago..you breathed your last
and I still see you in dreams
and I still miss you, Mama
I’m sitting here
in front of the screen
wondering….what it would be like
to see your smile again
wondering if you’d be proud of my work
I write, Mama
I write poetry
But you knew that
I wrote you many poems
and you loved my lines
You always believed in me
and you believed that one day
I’d make it as a writer
and you made me promise
to always sign my maiden name
after everything I write
so that the world would know
where the talent came from
you were so proud of me
I’m crying, Mama
I miss you so much
You made me who I am
I’m just another reflection of you
in love with words
in love with life
in love with people
in love with passion
the well respected Bible scholar
the one with a caring heart whom
the one with the ready smile
But MS had a hold on you
even before I came to be
and I had to witness
you succumbing to its power
It changed my happy dreams
into nightmares of losing you
I saw it all, Mama
As I was growing up…
I saw it all
And I died a million deaths
Waiting for the time that you would go
And you left, Mama
You left me
You prayed to go
to be free from your wheelchair
and you are asleep in Him now
waiting for the trumpet call
when you will be awaked from your slumber
your smile no longer crooked
your body no longer bent
your voice beautiful again...
how you mourned the loss of your voice, Mama
you will sing again…
you will run and dance
and pick flowers
I will be there, Mama
When you awake up..
I will be there to hold you and kiss you
and thank you for giving me life
and making me who I am
But for now…Mama,
I need to cry
I miss you…
March 19 is always a reminder
of what I’ve missed all these years
a mother beside me
to guide me and love me
and to tell me that everything
everything is going to be Ok in the end
but I carry you in my heart
now and forever…
You are with me, Mama
I love you!
I'll see you on the other side!
where there will be no more death
no more crying or sickness or pain
no more MS!
March 19 will be no more
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Isaiah 57: 1 & 2- The righteous perish,
and no one takes it to heart;
the devout are taken away,
and no one understands
that the righteous are taken away
to be spared from evil.
2 Those who walk uprightly
enter into peace;
they find rest as they lie in death.
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015
Within her frail shell, death abides
through the final hours, I remain by her side
fearing a forsaken place of webs that lie in rows
of haggard fields where everything forbidden grows
surrounded by caverns of mortal's deserted bones
she faintly whispered, "I want to go home"
Death awakens the wandering soul, affliction steps away
vanishing through corridors numbered by years of pain
yet, illuminates all delightful wanderings in between
eternity tugs at her robe to calm the heavy laden breaths
into softer mournful moans, she'll acquiesce
Within a midst of welcoming hosts rapt in lucent haze, hallowed air
transcends her delicate last breath, then earthly slumber ends
her requiem, immersed through immortal gates
never to be cast into a cold stone grave
Karen Anglesey 4/29/13
Copyright © Karen Anglesey | Year Posted 2013
COLORS for MOTHER,
Looking towards the blue sky
Every color camouflaged around the cloud
Tears of sadness began to dry
Watching all the colors display out loud
The dark needing to fade
The grey in my life finally made sense
Colors overlapping, forming a beautiful cascade
Shoulders of tense
I imagined your smile against the yellow sun
Giving light to all the matter of the things I've done
A warmness in my red heart-- together in the long run
Creating a new purple and pink sensation-- as one
My new rainbow doesn't come in black and white
Giving reason to follow the joy of light
A gift of colors remind me everything will be all right
A guide blazing throughout the night
Lavender plant blooming for the world to see
A garden of every color just for me
Everyday I see the sunrise, rising up in colors of glee
My Rainbow will appear everyday without rain, no matter how deep the sea
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet, the perfect skin tan
My sweet angel your the largest spectrum where ever rainbows span
I wrote this poem for my mom.
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2011
You made the mistake and now,
your afraid to face this day.
Your thoughts are racing through
You wonder if your family looks at
you as a disgrace, but you'er mother
takes you and reasures, your very
much loved in grace.
Even though your much to young
for this breathing little thing this
You couldn't just throw it out
like it was a peice of trash.
So you grow up and take the
path that led you to your best
mistake for years to come.
Copyright © Emily Kroeger | Year Posted 2009
The warrior lays her weary head,
With heavy heart she cannot bear,
Burning tears stream down her face,
As whispered memories touch the ear.
Her armour tarnished by remorse,
Her battle-cry a wimpered row,
Her wounds, of which bleed solitude,
Will never know forgiveness now.
The song began two score ago,
When two came knocking at her door,
In need of refuge from the world,
Of that, and love, and little more.
Forced to fight for every smile,
Her only solace found in song,
She longed for love to rescue her,
And plant her where she could belong.
Jealous tongues are seldom kind,
Self-seeking hearts know nought of love,
The caged canary only sings,
When coaxed to praise from up above.
For the steely spine that now I own,
Forever shall I grateful be,
A gift from her, and from her own.
Courage mounted inwardly.
I'll not forget how I have loved thee,
And youthful memories I will prize,
Til on the shore of His forgiveness,
Whereto now, we both shall rise.
Copyright © Yvonne Evanoff | Year Posted 2011
Dearest, why cry in vain in the black night
fight its gentle intent to hold and rest.
Why fear malcontent this absence of light?
Put false ego upon the loom to test.
What makes you conclude elation so found
from harsh light, will thus frame your hearts delight?
Reality so formed will oft be unbound,
allow grays to soften the fading light.
We are ripe stalks of Universal Eye.
Walk on courageous in the night time sky.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2009
She showed me the clouds
and how to walk on the ninth one. A dreamer.
In the absoluteness of her mind, no barriers
exist within existence
as if her battles have
been won. I think she craves to fly,
past those clouds---another possibility
to make possible, a challenge
to challenge. Or dream about.
She probably thinks that when I complain
I cannot see the clouds,
the way she did when things got rough
in life. Of course, I beg to differ.
She dreams. I live. I don't
keep my eyes on clouds all day
as if there is nothing else to see
to make me understand the world better.
I suppose I'll rest one day, exhausted
by the what-ifs and whys, while Mama smiles
and points upward.
Copyright © Nikkia Roberts | Year Posted 2014
I apologize for the aches,
And all the pain,
I apologize for struggle in your
Torturing your veins,
I apologize for the stressful tears,
On account of non-listening ears,
I hear your melancholy weeps,
From a mind that never sleeps,
I know the fake smile you keep,
Will break you suddenly,
I am sorry for the things making you
I am sorry you had to grow up
Even when you shout hate,
I see love in your eyes,
Out of your heart you apologize,
But, this is my apology to you,
For all the things I put you through,
I apologize for the things you never
Just to make us glad,
I apologize for the unpaid bills,
that has you taking headache pills,
I thank you for your vigilance,
But, I can't sit and watch,
The other half is gone,
And you're fighting alone,
Somebody got to be the MAN of the
We can't always sit on the couch,
Mama I appreciate the things you
I thank God for you,
I apologize if my actions never
I Love You,
You bring peace and healing to my
Copyright © Anthony Scandrick II | Year Posted 2012
She is a loving mother,
her pain is like no other.
Kids taken all at once away.
A price too steep to have to pay.
Holds her head up high,
when all she wants to do is die.
She thinks her pain is masked,
but as you see, its no easy task.
She's strong and still fights,
even when they say she has no rights.
She dreams of seeing her kids,
trying hard to keep the pain hid.
She goes to court and really fights,
only to come home alone and cry at night.
Still, she continues this uphill battle.
Her confidence, they constantly rattle.
Goes to work and tries to smile,
as her heart is breaking all the while.
Wish I was a much better sister,
who called and let her know I missed her.
I had my own tumultuous issues,
it was she who really needed the tissues.
I just had a crappy, low life man.
By her side her family should stand.
Instead they all give her grief.
Do they not see her pain will never be brief?
No, they all say they are sorry, but they're full of lies.
Didn't they know it was her LIFE in demise?
A better sister, I'll try to be.
Her back she never turned to me.
I hope she knows she's loved and cared for.
Her smile I'd like to see more.
I know that's no easy task.
But that I will still ask.
As they push her to the brink,
She's stronger than she ever thinks.
A combined effort for Kristy.....
Copyright © Aleera Canino | Year Posted 2009
Mother and son
After forty years
A new life
They have begun
They were apart
For so many years
It was impossible
To count and keep track
Of all the tears
It all started
When he was six years old
There were no schools for his kind
They were told
They searched and searched
And finally found
A place that would accept him
But it was far away
In another town
The sad day finally arrived
His father was ill and could not drive
His brother drove the car
His mother and sister
Traveled along with the small lad
To the new place afar
What they had to do
A pleasant thought to think
Out of this cup
They did not have to drink
They realized the time
Was drawing near
They would leave this precious child
In the hands of strangers
Which, he would no doubt fear
This would not only be a school
To train his fragile mind
But would also be his home
For an indefinite period of time
They finally reached their destination
They entered the new world
With great anxiety
And heart felt anticipation
The thought occurred to them
To turn and run
But they realized
They must finish
What they had begun
After the questions were answered
After all the papers were signed
It was time for them to go
And leave the little one behind
They turned to walk away
With tears running down each ones face
As the child screamed
‘mommy don’t leave me in this place!”
Not a word was spoken
On their way home
Each was dealing with this
On their own
He stayed at that home
Until he was eight
Then he moved closer to his mom and dad
Which was great
At the age of ten
His dad passed away
That left his mom alone
To make sure he was taken care of
And that he would be okay
He moved one more time
To a state facility
This would be the last
The next will be
A home in the community
This would be his family
Which he really never had
To share his good times
Along with the bad
Words cannot express the guilt
His mother must have felt
Because her child she had not kept
She did the best that she could do
And no one – but no one
Judges her wrong or untrue
Everyone knew she loved him
With all her heart
And cursed the day they had to part
He is older now and so is she
It is now time for her
To be placed in a state facility
She feels it is payback time
For sending him away
In this awful place
She will have to stay
Her mind is sharp
Her will is strong
She will not give up
Until he is gone
She prays the day will come
When they can be together
And she can make up for the wrong
She feels she has done
I am that sister
That made the long trip
That dreadful day
I now take care of these two precious people
And found them a better place to stay
The day is finally here
Forty years later
Mother and son
Are again together
She has survived death
Many times in the past
Living for this moment
Reunited at last
She wants to make up for all
The time they were apart
And become the mother
She feels she never was
And make a new start
They are now living together
In a place of their own
With assistance from others
They finally have a new home
They are living each moment
As if life has just begun
Finally reunited after forty years
Mother and son
So much laughter and so many tears
So much has happened in the last 10 years
Just seems that time has flown by
And now it is time for the
Reunion in the sky
Daddy went home to be with jesus
Almost 47 years ago
Then sonny then mama and then last
Was betty jo
No more suffering and no more pain
Gordon will be with jesus
And….see mama and daddy again
With open arms and joyous hearts
Betty and sonny will be there too
To welcome gordon home
With his mind and body ‘all new’
Gordon, you gave us much joy and happiness
While you were hear on earth
Now you can enjoy life abundant
And receive your rewards
For all you’re worth
Let our hearts not be sad
For you leaving us
But be happy for you
For you are now perfect
And….best of all
You are with jesus
Let us live our lives the best we can
We will someday see jesus too
….and gordon again
In life we loved you
In death we grieve
We will see you again
This, we truly believe
Thank you gordon
For all the lives you touched
God bless you…and reward you much
Bd july 1997
Ad july 2008
Copyright © charlene solitario | Year Posted 2016
How Can We Hurt The Ones We Love?
How can we hurt the very ones that we love?
How can we easily neglect our God above?
It seems like I often heard about many victims
Many times, it’s from a loved one who’s been with them!
The hate and the anger that boils from deep within.
Often “boils over” toward our family and friends.
It’s the love of Christ that we need to find!
His love can totally cleanse our life and mind!
The hearts of many families are bruised and broken.
By the harshness of many of the words spoken.
If we would allow Jesus to rule and reign.
We’d have little reason to murmur or complain.
If we would yield our lives to the master’s will…
The emptiness and brokenness, he shall fulfill!
If we could allow ourselves to sit at Jesus’ feet…
He can make any family totally complete!
If we could just listen to what Christ has to say.
His words of life would brighten our day!
As a family… Won’t you give HIM a chance?
And allow his love to change your circumstance!
Won’t you allow his spirit to bind you together?
You can experience his peace today and forever!
He can change your family throughout!
This is his will and what God is all about!
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2012
Where has dad gone, momma dear?
Hush, my little lamb.
Your dad's gone to the thicket dear
And mad old Abraham
That man went early this grim morn, and took his sharpened knife
And with him took his own first born, to offer up his life
With servants and with firewood, both, they journeyed to Moriah
And on the hillside there they built an altar and a fire
And Isaac, when he heard the plan, went willingly, it's odd
That he should let that daft old man, so worship his cruel god.
Your father, he was passing by, and heard but could not see
And foolishly could not deny his curiosity
So closer did your father scramble peering through the thorns
Unaware of how the brambles tangled with his horns
Just to see a crazy man who planned to kill his kin
Your father did not understand the danger he was in
For then again that mad old man started hearing voices
His god was speaking to the loon and giving him new choices
And so his plan to slay the boy came about to falter
And Abraham, he took your pa and dragged him to the altar
But that was never fair, mama, can you tell me why
When Isaac he was all prepared and well prepared to die
And all had been decided on, so what cruel trick mama
Was played upon that grand old ram, who was my own papa?
Life is not fair, my little lamb, nor is it like to change
And fate plays tricks on all of us, both sinister and strange
So you take care, my little lamb, with this advice from me
Do not visit places where you know you should not be
The moral of this story dear, is take heed of the odds
And stay away from two-leggies worshipping their gods
Copyright © Lee Leon | Year Posted 2011
Mountains crumble no more to be
Oceans of woe since you left me
Thunder rolls and my heart it breaks
Humbly life ends, my soul it quakes
Everlasting grief with no mend
Reminds me daily, it will not bend
Inconceivable, this pain I bear
My love's not gone, together we'll share
In lasting glory at Jesus' feet
Serenity and grace, oh how sweet
Salvation unites on heaven's shore
Yesterday's gone, tomorrow brings more
Only a moment in time we wait
Until we meet at heaven's gate
Copyright © kanzazy hutchins | Year Posted 2009
If we read the gospel well,
We notice no one rang a bell,
To announce the saviour’d come,
And then when we learn of his mum,
There’s no mention of her donkey ride,
Or of the animals inside,
The stable were the child slept,
It does not tell us if he wept,
And of the weather? Did it snow?
Well we simply do not know,
It rarely snows in the West Bank,
Would be unlikely, to be frank,
And was Jesus born at night?
Did they at least get that part right?
Well it simply does not say,
It mentions not the time of day,
And that’s not all, not by far,
Shepherds saw Angels, Not a star,
It doesn’t say they gave a sheep,
(They were poor and lambs weren’t cheap!)
The Bible tells us many things,
But did not call the wise men Kings,
It doesn’t even call them men,
It only calls them magi then,
It says nowhere they numbered three,
Or if from the Orient they’d be,
It does say that our Lord arrived,
Lived a good life, was crucified,
Just to take away our sin,
So heaven will allow us in,
And this is the truth I will defend,
But just how can a footstep bend?
Copyright © Sharon Smith | Year Posted 2012
A Mother’s Love…
How precious is the love
of a mother’s heart!
Even as a child… It’s there from the start.
A mother’s love knows
no boundary or limit.
It’s often shown by how
much the mother gives it!
Whether her children are
young or growing old…
And whatever circumstances
in life may unfold.
Her love is continually
a solid foundation…
That can’t be removed, torn or shaken.
Her love is what is
a guiding force.
Even if her children’s lives
stray off course.
I’m thankful for the love
my mother’s given…
It’s surely influenced
the way I’ve been livin’!
To all of our mothers across
our great nation…
May we show them our love
Their love has stood and
endured the test of time…
I’m so glad that one of them is MINE!
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2011
I’m sorry faith didn’t give us
Much time together
For I long
Every time I sit at a table
For your delicacious
For every time I see
A mother and child
I can’t help but wish
It were us
Every time I receive a hug
I wish it was from you
Every time I pick up
A picture of you
I wish you would talk to me
Every time I pick up
I wish I could see you in them
When I close my eyes
I see your face
Smiling at me
When I look in the mirror
I see you staring back at me
When I listen
To the song of the wind
I hear a string of your voice
I love these things all
And treasure them
But I’ll also like to
Have the others
And will love to have
Everything you is
I’ll never run out of space
Copyright © nana ayisha yakubu | Year Posted 2013
A whisper in the wind is all that remains after you left me behind,
I find you lost in a memory never to be relived.
I don't know why you never said goodbye or why you had to leave,
A kindred spirit broken in a world confused and disillusioned by being alone.
Nobody should lose a parent - a mom.
You disappeared so quickly and quietly - like a whisper in the wind,
Now I am locked out of knowing - knowing so little and so unaware of so much.
Only a mom helps a son through times when pure love is her only motivation.
Mom, you taught me to love, to care and to believe,
You brought life into my lungs and shared precious blood to my heart.
I am selfish to wish you were here to help through times when I need you.
I am taught by this mortal world that your new home is much better than mine.
Some say we will reunite someday,
But for now - my only solace is to listen closely - for a whisper in the wind.
Form: Free Verse
Contest: Long Lost Family
Sponsor: Silent One
Results: 4th Place
Copyright © Jesse Day | Year Posted 2016
I do not know?
Mommy can you see me?
I can bounce really high!
Maybe with some bouncy shoes
I can visit you in the sky!
I'm seven years old now Mommy.
You've been gone about a year.
I can't wait to see you Mommy,
and your memories are near.
Mommy can you see me?
Oops- I failed another test.
But I remembered what you told me
and I tried my very best.
I'm ten years old now Mommy.
You've been gone about four years.
I really miss you Mommy,
and I wish you were here.
Mommy can you see me?
Dad went off on me again.
I slit my wrists to ease the pain,
I have scars all over my skin.
I'm fourteen years old now Mommy,
you've been gone about eight years.
Who are you anyways Mommy?
Thanks a lot for leaving me in tears...
Mommy can you see me?
I'm so glad I finally changed!
In accepted Jesus like you once did
so my life could be rearranged.
I'm sixteen years old now Mommy,
you've missed the past ten years.
But I'll see you in heaven Mommy,
and that helps me fight my fears.
Copyright © Ashley Beaudre | Year Posted 2009
The man with the plastic bug in his head
monopolized my dreams last night
in the place that the horsefly of my dignity
finally surrender to the impresario without a fight.
Seven days and 7 hours transplanted in my memorabilia
reminding the rustiness of the purple child
flatterers danced beneath the clouds of melancholy
and morality spreader the master plan inside my mind.
The disinheritance of my immortality the final day
discouraged my desire to see the forbidden love
restored my will to escape
manipulated the deep of the uncertainty above.
Released from the plastic bug in my head
try to cover my yellow child in the purple sky
seven days and seven hours before he dies.
Copyright © Teddy Frustiente | Year Posted 2009
In the northern heavens her essence so vivid
My constant seraphic star
Basking within her gloriousness warming
Cleaves to me from distances far
Guiding my pathway on night lit Earth
Keeping my course right and true
Holding back storms until I reach my safe haven
To witness the next dawn rise anew
Those nights when cover clouds her features
Her radiance rushes in on the winds
Blessing my journey seeing me home safely
Forgiving my ways absolving my sins
Morning starts breaking and my cherub starts fading
Past the horizon waters falling so deep
Awaiting the rising of her mettle so tender
Of that maternal star light unique.
Copyright © Charles Fuller | Year Posted 2006
I am too sensitive, to which I strive to change
I want the love of others, and I crave it in exchange.
Sometimes, I think I'm there, but much to my dismay.
There I go again wondering what they think and say.
Many hours I sit inside myself and over think.
There are things I need to do, and I can't afford to sink.
I try to word things right, but they seem to come out wrong.
This impoverished mind set has to end; it's been going on too long.
I'm digging deep inside myself to find out where this came.
I know the answer, but it's hard for me to place such blame.
I'm a product of abuse that stems from childhood, this is true.
Still I accept she didn't guide my hand to do the things I do.
God, I pray to you right now, to help me to forgive.
Please help my Mother realize there is a better way to live.
Copyright © Astrid Ivy Gibbs | Year Posted 2008
The father and son
Guiding the path of true faith
Love of a mother
Glorious pillar of strength
Wept at the foot of the cross
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Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr | Year Posted 2006
She cried, She died inside over and over again, She was trapped in herself
and she had no way of escaping. Taking drugs to dull the mud that's been in her
for years. She's so far away from reality that it's like she is constantly
She has to remind herself what's fictional and what's fact because the
hallucinations wouldn’t let her breath, they’d lie to her every chance she gets.
Turning her mom into a monster not butterflies suddenly this high becomes a
nightmare. One she had been fighting for so long, 16 and still traveling the same
rode as so many younger than her. She didn't listen to all the voices that tried to
tell her what she was missing because truly reality is the thing that makes life
worth living. To her reality was the guy who had raped her constantly when she was
young, Why choose reality when you could live in a dream world where everything had
excuses. Not only could she not recognize the girl who cried constantly in the
mirror but she'd done so many things to herself that even her eyes were a different
It hurt so bad not to remember so she continued to fade until soon it seemed
In an idiotical world where there were always smiles, It wasn't until she got help
that she realized the real world was never always pleasant. It was filled with hate
and lies and pain but that's something real and something she needed to face.
Something she needed to open her eyes to, life would never be cake and she couldn't
have her victory without tasting poison at least once. So when the tears dried and
the wounds healed she signed up for a special thing a thing called GED and she got
Copyright © Shahana Jackson | Year Posted 2005
Sitting here knowing that you are laying in that bed
Helpless on meds that you dont want to be on
Not knowing were you are
It hurt me to see you that way Mother
Praying to the Lord that you are going to be ok
Praying that he dont take you so soon away
I hate this so much
Seeing you in and out and its nothing I can do
I just wish apon a star
That all your sickness go away
and you dont have to deal with this no more
It sucks spending your Bday in that bed
I pray that that you get better soon
so you can come home
I pray that all this go away and you never have to deal with this any more
No matter what we go though
I only have one mother
and I dont know how I would live my life without you
Please come home and get better
So i can stop this crying
Please all your pain and sickness go away
So I dont have to worry about getting that call oneday
and I am not there by your side
You are my mother and I love you
If you have a mother and you all are not on the best term
Its best to do that soon
Because you never know when they time is up
I love you mother
My one and only Queen
Please get better and come home soon
Copyright © Martica Hurd | Year Posted 2012
I do not know?
All I can do is wonder.
I'll never really know.
OI'll never get to hug her,
and she'll never see me grow.
When I wake up tommorrow,
this nightmare won't be gone.
I'll never have what I took for granted,
a chance to know my Mom.
I know I shouldn't cry,
because that won't bring her back.
It doesn't make up for the emptiness
or the love that I lack.
I'm almost grown up now.
I did it all by myself.
But I can't help but wish
I could be like everyone else.
I'm excluded from some "special bond"
and memories to be shared.
When all I ever asked for
was to have someone who cared.
The tearstains on my pillow
The only way I know her
is to see her in my dreams.
Daddy said she loved me,
but God called her home.
I don't know why he took her,
the only Mom I'd ever known.
I guess he has a hidden plan,
a reason I can't see.
I'm waiting for it to come together
and work out okay for me.
I hope I'll understand some day
just what God has in mind.
So no matter how much I miss my mother
I'll follow God's plan and be alright.
Copyright © Ashley Beaudre | Year Posted 2009
Balloon tears raining havoc
While doubts cascade freely
Paddling through droplets of glass
Her life force drifts through endless passages
White lights reach out to embrace the waves
Shield her from perpetual anguish
Worry only dims the path bestowed
Faith exhibits a lantern lit
Copyright © Carol B. | Year Posted 2017
Once soft meadows so full of life,
now hold shadows, blocking the light.
Words unheard, and dreams untouched,
once your eyes laughed so much.
Distant sounds, still call your name,
within a body silenced by the game.
Love can't touch, and tears can't clean,
that part we know as self esteem.
Yesterdays of you, bring me joy,
recalling back when you were a boy.
Shiny blonde hair, and smiling blue eyes,
my heart forever hypnotized.
As tomorrow comes, and life goes on,
somewhere happiness must belong.
My prayer for you I humbly ask,
may light surround you within God's grasp.
A blessing for me, when you were born,
but somehow evil has sent this storm.
Jesus You know him, but he has lost his way,
hold him tight, don't let him stray.
Bring him safely to me once more,
as the waves get higher on unknown shores.
Lost is lonely, and screaming for help,
but I can't save him all by myself.
I give him to You, as I sit and cry,
a mother in pain, I cannot lie.
Your mother watched, as you died on a cross,
a mother in pain, for her son she had lost.
You gave her comfort, You called her name,
now I give You mine, my heart feels the same.
Bring him safely back into the flock,
as You guide a lost vessel from hidden rocks.
Let him know joy, let him feel rain,
as Your Love gently brings, my son home again.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2008
Mother today is all about you
Every words I'm about to say is true
So first I want to start by saying I love you.
My sweet precious Mother
You're geniune,and like no other.
I often thank God for you
And for all you done,and all you still do.
You're more than a Mother,you're my deariest friend
I know in my heart your love will never end.
On this special day, your Retirement
I hope you have lots of excitement.
My Mother is the friendiest,sweetist person I know
And it's proven by the actions that she show.
She worked hard all of her life,so many years
Stayed strong,and shedding very few tears.
My Mother has taught me alot
And there;s so much love,and respect for you I've got.
She always tell me right from wrong
Her words lift me up so I'll stay strong.
Having you as my Mother is a great pleasure
All the days of my life you'll be the 1 I treasure.
Copyright © james sturdivant jr | Year Posted 2006
I do not know?
Pull on the rope keep climbing
Apologies and compensation
are in order for the disorder
to the labeled minority
brothers mothers and daughters
caused by the distorters
corrupted system creates limitations
of your elegance therefore
frustration substituted freedom
blinded by the fact the opponents
were careless of the situations
of supressions to live on this land
hang on free from the sinking sand
created to drown us in our own bloods
Such deception and tragedy
Calls for the Correction from his majesty
deprivation of education
ignorance caused devastation
Lord help us to forgive so
we can all beg for his Forgiveness
Copyright © Christopher Coke | Year Posted 2005