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YOU ARE GOD and I HAVE TO BELIEVE

YOU ARE GOD and I HAVE TO BELIEVE My dear Father God above the heavens high ever loving and ever faithful in loving me even though, I am being sinful, stubborn, and disobedient to follow Your call and will... I am really sorry for the times I failed but I surely want to ask, how do I know if the decisions I am pursuing are Your will? How do I know that amidst deafening silence it is Your resilient but gentle voice I am hearing? It's long while now that I was taught to pray but to Your eyes, are my prayers correct? Are you really listening intently to them? Why at times You only answer me when all are black, when all my plans are disrupted, unruly and crooked? Why at times You are letting me wait, for hours, days, weeks, months and even the length of a lifetime? I humbly want to thank You for the roof o'er my head, the food I am able to eat and enjoy in every meal, the trials and tests You and I joined to pass, the steady beating of my heart telling me: I'm alive. I adore You, each breath that passes from my lungs, I want to thank You, honor You, praise and glorify You but how do I know that I am doing these alright? Is it enough that I simply attend a Church service? And there I reply amen, sing or shout Your Holy Name? Or I do better by loving sincerely other people? I, sharing in loving- kindness the blessings You abundantly are raining down in my life... Do I brush a smile or a laughter to Your cheeks when I give alms to the poor? Or more when I offer freely and wholeheartedly a hug, an embrace, an ear my time to someone who is afraid, lost, sick or sad? Or most of my deeds result to I painting often a frown on You? Or worse I pierce Your big, big heart when I don't even recognize Your goodness to me. Oh forgive me, forgive me please Father God... Scientists, religious persons and even my parents have described You to me but when O when, when will I ever have that chance to behold Your face? When will I have some minutes to hold or touch You? My heart and my spirit longs of Your gracious presence, of Your awesome essence. I am overwhelmingly blessed when in my everyday I am treated by others fairly. but-- are they the signs that will whisper: You are always with me? From the perfumed air of budding roses or ripened fruits to drumbeats of rain and prickly strikes of the sun are they the ones You want me to feel, smell, and see `cause they speak the beauty and love You have for me? I believe and love You my Almighty Father God but is this enough for me to be saved after death? My being is happy that You came and spelled freedom and into my own hands lies the crucial choice to either believe You or not. . . ___________________________________________________________ CONTEST NAME: ARE YOU THERE GOD Contest Sponsor: Silent One ~~3rd Place~~ but to God be the Highest Glory! ~~POEM OF THE DAY - October 15, 2015~~ but to God be the Highest glory! Olive Eloisa D. Guillermo 11:04 am, October 14, 2015


Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2015


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My Alphabet

A a 	big A little a
                   What words start with the letter A
                       Alligator, Airplane, Apple
The alligator sneaked into the airplane to eat an apple.  Aa Aa Aa

B b 	big B little b
                   What words start with the letter B
                       Butterfly, Boy, Banana
A beautiful butterfly landed on the boy ’s nose while he ate a banana. Bb Bb Bb

C c	 big C little c
                    What words start with the letter C
                        Caterpillar, Candy, Car
I ate my sour caterpillar candy in the car. Cc Cc Cc

D d	 big D little d
                    What words start with the letter  D
                        Dog, Doll, Donkey
The dog took off with my doll with the donkey chasing him. Dd Dd Dd

E e	 big E little e
                    What words start with the letter E
                        Elephant, Ear, Eye
The elephant touched his ear and eye with his trunk. Ee Ee Ee

F f	 big F little f
                    What words start with the letter F
                        Fish, Flower, Frog
The frog sat on the lily flower while the fish swam around the pond. Ff  Ff  Ff

G g	 big G little g
                    What words start with the letter G
                        Goat, Giraffe, Grasshopper
Billy goat runs and jumps on the giraffe’s back to chase the grasshopper.  Gg Gg Gg

H h	 big H little h
                    What words start with the letter H
                        Hippopotamus, Heart, Hat
Harry the hippopotamus who has a big heart, wears his favorite hat. Hh Hh Hh

I i	 big  I little i
                     What words start with the letter I
                         Inchworm, Iron, Ice cream
The inchworm stayed away because the iron was hot and the ice cream was cold. Ii Ii Ii

J j 	big J  little j
                   What words start with the letter J
                       Jacket, Jeep, Jelly
I left my jacket in the jeep while I ate my jelly sandwich. Jj Jj Jj

K k	 big K  little k
                    What words start with the letter K
                         Kangaroo, Key, Kitten
Lulu the kangaroo wore a key on a chain around her neck while she carried the kitten in her pouch. Kk Kk Kk

L i	 big L little l
                    What words start with the letter L
                         Lizard, Ladybug, Lego
Charlie the lizard stops to see the ladybug climb up the Lego. Ll Ll Ll

M m 	big M little m
                   What words start with the letter M
                       Monkey, Mouse, Moon
The monkey and mouse sitting on a tree limb together looking at the man on the moon. Mm Mm Mm

N n	 big N little n
                    What words start with the letter N
                        Nose, Nest, Nut
Nancy the squirrel put her nose near the nest to smell the nut at the bottom. Nn Nn Nn

O o	 big O little o
                    What words start with the letter O
                        Ostrich, Orange, Owl
The ostrich saw the orange and ran over and swallow it so he didn’t have to share with the owl.  Oo Oo Oo

P p	 big P little p
                    What words start with the letter P
                         Pig, Pillow, Pumpkin
Piggy the pig lies on the pillow while he throws the pumpkin up in the air.  Pp Pp Pp

Q q	 big Q little q
                     What words start with the letter Q
                          Queen, Quarter, Quail
The Queen of hearts threw a quarter in the air and a quail flew by and caught it. Qq Qq Qq

R r	 big R little r
                    What words start with the letter R
                         Rabbit, Roster, Rocket
The rabbit and the rooster took a rocket ride to visit the moon. Rr Rr Rr

S s	 big S  little s
                    What words start with the letter S
                        Sun, Shovel, Snowman
The children played out in the sun using a shovel to make a snowman.  Ss Ss Ss

T t 	big T  little  t
                   What words start with the letter T
                        Ticket, Table, Train
I  left the ticket on the table for the train ride. Tt Tt Tt

U u	 big  U little  u
                     What words start with the letter U
                         Unicorn, Umbrella, Unicycle
The unicorn held an umbrella over his head so he wouldn’t get wet in the rain while riding his unicycle.  Uu Uu Uu

V             big V  little v
                    What words start with the letter V
                        Violin, Vegetables, Vase
The musician played his violin as he watched the vegetables grow in the vase. Vv Vv 
Vv

W w         big W little w
                    What words start with the letter  W
                        Watch, Watermelon, Wagon,
Watson looked at his watch to see if it was lunch time so he could eat his watermelon on the wagon. Ww Ww Ww

X x	 big X  little x
                    What words start with the letter X
                        Xebec, Xylophone, X-ray,
The sailors on the xebec played the ping, ping, ping music on the xylophone while on their way to deliver an x-ray to Xavier.   Xx Xx Xx

Y y 	 big Y little y
                    What words start with the letter Y
                         Yarn, Yo-Yo, Yogurt
The yarn broke loose on the yo-yo when Billy was doing a trick and it flew into the yogurt.  Yy Yy Yy

Z z	 big Z  little  z
                    What words start with the letter  Z
                         Zebra, Zipper, Zoo
The zebra zipped up the zipper on his jacket when it got cold at the zoo. Zz Zz Zz



By: Eve Roper 8/19/2015


Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2015


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I AM

I am a face hiding behind a computer screen I am maybe the one you search for in your dream I am compassionate and for other’s I care I am generous and with you I’d share I am a mother, sister, daughter, wife I am a friend to some I have known all my life I am small but have a big heart I am scared to lose my parents - I dread us being apart I am considered to have a good sense of humour I am British that’s the truth it's not a rumour I am happy to listen to others and share a pot of tea I am proud to say I am simply me I am female 11~06~14 Contest: I am Sponsor: Frank Herrera


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014


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bewitched by beauty

i feel 
this flowing
like a fountain
you are judging me
on somebody else
but it's certainly 
not me

so i begin 
to draw 
for you
paint a picture 
of your beautiful face
this is so hard
to really explain
as you
mean so much
to me 
your sweet honey

i am soft 
deep inside
with a big heart
smiling at the world
but all i want to do
is be every thing
to your sweetheart

loving you 
was my breeze
feelings just 
keep floating
emotions leaves
fall unto 
your ground
gently touching
softly the heart singing

it shines out
glittering gold
you are beautiful
upon the crown
you are my jewel
queen of
enchanting oceans
its you baby
i want 
draped around
my neck


Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2014


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Rattle the Chain


Ta'likra
was a most stubborn slave
He loved to rattle the chain
It was a sound of pure defiance
that echoed across the lush plantation terrain

Son of Antuk
had a pygmy burning bush spirit
He seethed silently
as the lashes dug deep into his back
The masters hoped the other slaves
would see this bloody spectacle and fear it,
thwarting any thoughts of a rebellious attack

He was beloved by the other slaves,
he had a will of burnished steel
He had a big heart, noble and brave,
his presence strengthened the weak and the ill

The European rulers had a troublesome dilemma:
If they killed Ta'likra, they would make him a martyr;
causing him to live still past his death, 
stirring up angry African chants of unrest
And if they let him live,
he would continue to challenge their authority
Thus making it harder to rule over
the other slaves with complete fear and impunity

They struck a balance as to what they would do,
they would whip him daily, give him meager rations
Eventually break his spirit down to ashes
But that didn't work against this
four-foot-two mountain of a man

He was Pygmy,
he was a dark bush man
He was pure African,
borne upon the hot desert sand
He didn't fear death,
he didn't fear pain
Thrice bitten by the deadly viper,
he loved to rattle the chain

The masters, unable to break his spirit,
were perplexed and at wits end
When a wizened one with gnarled raised hand,
offered up a most enlightened plan
This old, white medicine man
appealed to Ta'likra in a peach grove
He said, where would the souls of the ancestors go,
if the tree of life isn't allowed to flourish and grow
The tender buds of the future will wither away,
and the great roots of your ancestors will die here today
Let us gather up the ancient leaves, my warrior friend,
and build a fire of peace
Let us pay homage to the holy ancient ones
with gifts of love and largesse
For as the stars will not always remain in the sky to stay,
the chains of slavery will be removed from your people one day

Ta'likra, the Pygmy prince,
peered into the blue eyes of the old man,
and thought deep on his sage sayings
Then he arose in dignified grace
and silently walked away
He never once rattled his chain again,
he kept his untamed rage locked in the cage within


Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016


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The Poet Rambles

the truth never told me a lie; if one writes a thousand poems one has a thousand poems written; everyone sees the sky as blue; Chicken Little is the only one the poet knows to see the sky as falling, therefore, the poet can imagine what it must be like to wonder if the sky will fall on her too.  Oh, and by the way it can happen because of you know that law (No, not Murphy's Law ((gotcha)) ), Godel's law.  Well, time for a dictionary hey?!  And even funnier, the poet doesn't have any screws loosw since the nuts and bolts of the poet are adjusted quite well anyways.  Well, scrap that concept, the poet doesn't actually exist except for in some macabre, abstract, poetic, humanistic, peaceful way that for sure will cease within the next one hundred years.  Therefore, the poet so shall choose to be the Biggest frickin', flippin' "Dreamer Be" in such a Divine sense as to ponder all things and mark the poet's fingerprints on life in sizzlin' accordance with the poet's law which is as follows: "Skip your mundane penchant for life and live a new existence-- exchange a size small life for a ginormous size dream life!"  Skip to the beats with fervid heat.  Off my soap box now, the poet puts her words into action-- Lights, Action, Creation.  Dreamer Girl gives way to her Big Heart!


Copyright © Susan Mills | Year Posted 2011


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Soul Cry




“Soul Cry” Yeezy you da best Not ice cold soulless You gotta big heart Wanna be next U.S. Pres' You now swingin' with da rest with your delusional pal That Humpty Dumpty gonna have a big fall One messy cracked bad Orange egg That Joker card's a Trump You surfing on the swell? You still under that man's thumb? Still jiggy with him, doin' the bump? Walking the fine line on his wall, big bears hug? That's not dope boy "That sounds like a choice" “People do anything To be included in Everything” You have everything You can change anything Darkness in the boy done turned good you're now a man Open the Cage You now have a voice walking with a different gang but it's kinda the same thang in your shiny new hood "If I had everything, I could change anything" Release those babies from the Can Stop their crying Stop their pain They just lost "EVERYTHING" Singing an Opera with Men in uniforms and batons banging away Kanye you da best Not ice cold soulless “You’ll never concur with anyone else You don’t think the same as anyone else” You can change Everything You have Everything Scry See the signs Take the key Unlock those kids They’re just babies Give them wings to fly Back to warm milk and the safe bosoms of their families Safe by Mumma’s and Pappa’s side "You don’t think the same as anyone else" "See you’ll never concur with anyone else" That disgrace, you say he’s your friend? That's a lie man That monster is the Living End Scry It's a crying game Soul Cry (Lovejoy-Burton/June 2018) Matthew 19:14
1. Detained Children https://www.standard.co.uk/news/world/harrowing-audio-reveals-desperate-sobbing-of-children-separated-from-their-parents-at-us-immigration-a3866251.html 2. ACLU Report: 23/5/18 "Detained Immigrant Children Subjected To Widespread Abuse By Officials" https://www.npr.org/sections/thetwo-way/2018/05/23/613907893/ 3. Human Rights Watch, 28/2/18 "In the Freezer: Abusive Conditions for Women and Children in US Immigration Holding Cells" https://www.hrw.org/report/2018/02/28/freezer/abusive-conditions-women-and-children-us-immigration-holding-cells 4a. Forced Administration Drugs, Children/Lawsuit https://www.reuters.com/article/us-usa-immigration-medication/u-s-centers-force-migrant-children-to-take-drugs-lawsuit-idUSKBN1JH076 4b. http://www.abc.net.au/news/2018-06-22/allegations-immigrant-children-in-texas-centre-forcibly-drugged/9898298 5. "Real Clear Politics" article Kanye West: When I Said Slavery Was "A Choice," I Meant "We Can Make Our Own Reality" https://www.realclearpolitics.com/video/2018/05/02/ kanye_west_on_trump_sometimes_you_need_some_crazy__ to_change_something.html 6. U.S. quits 'biased' UN Human Rights Council / BBC News (Canada, U.S.) https://www.bbc.com/news/44537372 7. "APESH**T", The Carters https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kbMqWXnpXcA Artwork/Patrick Gonzales.


Copyright © Leanne Lovejoy-Burton | Year Posted 2018


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A Friend Of Mine

He lives his life at a leisurely pace
with a big heart and inquisitive mind.
And ponders the wonders of outer space
a unique man he’s a one of a kind.

A beacon for peace he harbors no hate
meek in manner he is not prone to boast.
And flows through life on the currents of fate
a gentle spirit and a caring host.

Finding joy in the burdens of each day
he relies on faith when prospects look slim.
And seeks out pleasure in innocent play
like a ray of sunshine life’s failed to dim.

Painting modest dreams with a frugal brush
he is content to glow rather than shine.
And takes fate in stride, there's no need to rush
Loren’s a good man and a friend of mine.


Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2017


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Day Goddess at Night

Day Goddess at Night
  (a collaboration)

Within Spring's timely and gentle fold,
she blossomed eloquently for all to see,
Tales of her epic, great beauty thus told,
of a flower blossom awaiting its honey-bee.

Meadows cried out and adored her sweet name
grace in glory, of her they did proclaim.

Sunny days sought to rival her soft allure
and gentle clouds her heavenly flight.
Womanhood, in her big heart so very pure
that full moon envied her touch at night!

Moonlight sought out her beautiful face,
to lavish its gleams upon her every trace.

Moonlight Queen she be,
stares to dawn with stardust need,
Speckled and bright her hope breathes the night
she of night-wind allure

Could there be softer steps for love to walk?
Mountains moan 'neath her call?

Such silver Goddess, sweet kisses to dawn
wild with starry-winks, how she must sing! ----
Glazed as newborn dreams,
Galaxy after galaxy call her name:

They've come to patron her lovely, 
(we) in our watching world, gaze her night-wind allure

Robert J. Lindley & Keith O.J. Hunt, 
12-19-2015

Note: Keith , thanks for gifting me, the pleasure and honor of 
penning verses with you. Your poems and magnificent classic style 
verses always speak to me and have often given me inspiring thoughts
 my good friend.
Any time.. Thanks...


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015


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Good Dogs go to Heaven

She had four long legs and a curved tail
with a smile that made you happy
She had big ears and eyes full of care
and ways that were fun and sappy
She had a big heart and a loud bark
She could look dumb but be so smart
She was loyal and true
She could chase away the blues
and she always knew
that I loved her too
I miss her so
Hard to let her go
Good dogs go to Heaven
she will be waiting for me at the Pearly Gates
Peter will let us in
She jumps with joy as I hug my friend
asking with those big soft eyes
trying to keep mine dry
why are you so late
it's hard for a dog to wait


Copyright © Fritz Purdum | Year Posted 2017


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PamelaKaye

There's a gal named PamelaKaye
Her writing style, poetic buffet
A sweet Texas tart
Who has a big heart
And a buttocks the size of Bombay


Copyright © Dawn Drickman | Year Posted 2005


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Day Goddess at Night Collaboration

Within Spring's timely and gentle fold,
she blossomed eloquently for all to see,
Tales of her epic, great beauty thus told,
of a flower blossom awaiting its honey-bee.

Meadows cried out and adored her sweet name
grace in glory, of her they did proclaim.

Sunny days sought to rival her soft allure
and gentle clouds her heavenly flight.
Womanhood, in her big heart so very pure
that full moon envied her touch at night!

Moonlight sought out her beautiful face,
to lavish its gleams upon her every trace.

Moonlight Queen she be,
stares to dawn with stardust need,
Speckled and bright her hope breathes the night
she of night-wind allure

Could there be softer steps for love to walk?
Mountains moan 'neath her call?

Such silver Goddess, sweet kisses to dawn
wild with starry-winks, how she must sing! ----
Glazed as newborn dreams,
Galaxy after galaxy call her name:

They've come to patron her lovely, 
(we) in our watching world, gaze her night-wind allure




Collaboration of Robert Lindley (first 12 lines)
and Keith O.J. Hunt (last 12 lines)  




Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2015


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A big heart in the sand


A big heart in the sand Beyond the weary water line alone in quelled explore These footprints lead uncharted miles, the first of many more To wander in a time once known, reflective worries gleam In sand dune wishes washed away and thoughts of what they mean This setting sun shall rise again, bring mornings to their due Softer shades to paint the way hypnotic scenes to view While on this beach of moon lit swirls I count each star above These tiny lights of missing you, still glisten of our love When now this silent vacant space, misplaced of harmony Where shadows play of times before and what this world could be Sitting here these shifting sands, my heart does swim the tide Ebb and flow desires sung, of tear drops cast aside When there a distant light appears, so deep within my stare A silhouette of fantasy approaching glistened flair I rub my eyes, once blurry, cleared for this that I now see Along a coast of sea foam dreams, you walking here to me To take me swift into your arms dark eyes to meet my gaze Longing for the past returned of brighter sunny days With lips afire on my own and rapid pulses pace The glow of evening’s summer light awash upon your face I watch as you proceed to draw a big heart in the sand Encompassing the two of us within it we now we stand Lulled of curved horizon’s smile, immersed this blushing sky Drenched in breaths of only you and every sultry sigh With midnight song and passion’s bliss we stroll again this sea Like waves that fall our endless strand forever, you and me Good night Soupers Have a great weekend See you again on Monday


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017


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My Favorite Devonshire


Will You =====000===== Will You? Will you walk with me? I’m not looking for marriage Past loves left me so lonely This pain – I come with baggage Will you talk to me? For you erase my sadness Your counsel helps so much, you see Without you, I fall to madness Will you accept me? Trust issues I tote along I have fears of what’s to be But I vow I’ll not do you wrong By:Carolyn Devonshire ================000=============== Carloyn Devonshire.One of the brightest stars of this site.A poet with a big heart. And she bares it in her poetry.Very few poets do so.I remember when I joined this site she always used to encourage me with her inspiring words.That time I felt my poetry pages were incomplete without her comments.She is one of those who helped me to grow as a poet.In reply to her questions in the above poem,I would say-- YES CAROLYN, I WILL!!!


Copyright © kash poet | Year Posted 2012


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The Woman Inside

There's a woman inside,
with a very big heart,
but the people outside
keep trying to tear it apart.

The woman inside can't seem
to say no,she wishes just 
once she could begin to show,
the true feelings that she feels
inside,and hold her head up
with a little more pride.

The people who know her
wouldn't know what it's like,
to go through everyday
having to put up a fight.

The people around her just
don't understand,how they
take advantage when
she tries to lend a hand.

Everyday is a battle not
knowing what's to come,
or at the end of the night
when you just feel numb.

The woman inside wants
to take her own life,
because the pain is so strong
it's like a piercing knife.

The woman inside often looks
in the mirror,but know matter
how hard she looks nothing
seems clear.

She looks and looks trying
hard to find,for once in her
life a little peace of mind.

More than anything in life
she wishes people around
her could see,The Woman Inside,
the real and true me.

          Colleen Marie Bono


Copyright © Colleen Bono | Year Posted 2009


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Ode To Jan - Queen of Poop

Jan's humourous submissions
About human emissions
Are tastefully turned into verses.
If we suffered those things
That digestion brings
We'd need lost of visits from nurses.

Now Jan's let us know
That we all have to go
And she don't mean to heaven or hell
But places at home
Where we sit on our throne
And hope that we don't leave a smell.

If you took Jan apart
You will find a big heart
She humours us with every caper
I can't put down more,
As it's been quite a chore
To write this on clean toilet paper.


Copyright © Ray Gridley | Year Posted 2017


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YOU NEVER LET ME DOWN-IN YOU I BELIEVE...........

MY FATHER,
         I thank you, if it wasn't for you i wouldn't be here today
         i thank you for loving me unconditionally as i am,
         i thank you for being always there with an ear to hear me,
         i thank you for showing me the paths i ought to walk,
         i thank you for providing me with good food and health,
         i thank you for being a pillar,everytime i felt insecure,unloved,
         i thank you for forgiven me everytime i got stubborn 
         and did it my way as if i knew better than you know myself,
         i thank you for your big heart,your kindness a radiance upon my soul
        i thank you for being my strength in my weaknesses,every time i fall giving
        me your hand so i rise up again,not scolding me but showering me with love
my dear father,
       i thank you for all that you've created for me,this heaven on earth,
       the beautiful rivers,mountains,forests,water cascades and nature's glory.
       i thank you for the  yellow sun which warms me every morning,
       the sun which brightens my days.i thankyou for the moon and the stars
       which twinkles soft sweet light,lullabying me to sleep....................
       i thank you for the rain which feeds and nourishes the crops,so i may
       eat ,live and survive,i thankyou for the thunderstorms which reminds me 
      of your power,that with you near me i'm safe,you're my knight protecting me.
my dear father,
      i can never stop thanking you,the list is never ending,my last thanks would go
      for the rainbow which every now and then peeps through my window sill,
      the beautiful coloured rainbow which reminds me of the path...........
      the path,the gift of love to me---to your rebellious naughty little child.........
      a grown up woman now,still a child in your eyes-------------------------------
      i love you my father and i can't wait to see you face to face in the land of no            
      sorrows,the land of love,serenity and peace......................................
      thank you dear God for being My perfect DAD
      This big hug is for you ---In my own imperfect love i love you.............
            H A P P Y             F A T H E R'S                          DAY-------------YOUR DAUGHTER
      


Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2009


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A NEW BEGINNING

im showing so many emotions right now
i love it because theres not a frown
im so happy full of love and joy
playing with my daughters they showed me there toy
i hold and i hug the closest ones to me
what do they say
it was ment to be
sad to say i let them go
now that im back gonna take it slow
gonna give my all and try real hard
not a new beginning
just another start
these thoughts these feelings will never end
these thoughts these feelings it's not a trend
unconditional love is loving all the time
some times it doesn't show but the are mine
me my self have a beauty queen
some times shes nice some times she mean
no matter where im at shes always sweet
i know what i did
i did her wrong
she has a big heart she kept it strong


Copyright © chezaray belena | Year Posted 2010


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The Lonesome Dress

I know I am a man
and I fnacy young women here and there,
but I have a big heart,
and I care for wasted things.

Today I had seen a lonesome dress,
hanging on a green wire,
asserted by two clothes pines.
I sat there for an hour looking, and studying this dress.
This lonesome dress, took my heart and demolished it.

Who owned this beautiful dress?
Who wore this glouruous piece of fabric?
Who would leave this dress hanging by two clothes pines?
Did they foget about it?
Unlikely for it was too beautiful to leave behind.
Or did they just not want it anymore?
Unlikely also, for it was too beautiful to give up.

A beautiful silk it was made of,
with a pattern of cream and black colors mixing.
A flower pattern littered the dress with a pattern of delicious delight.
A beautiful dress it was.
It was so beautiful, that I was sadden it did not have a home.

I took the dress and asked around.
No one knew of the dress.
I felt sad that this dress did not have an owner.
Did not have a beautiful woman to go along with.
I soon thought about my wife.

It was our anniversary and I had no money to buy a present.
For I had asked every single soul out there,
No one came to collect it.
I offered too take it and give the lonesome dress an owner.
I wrapped it up in a white box, and tied a pretty, red bow to it.

On our anniversary I gave the dress to my wife.
She opened it and fell in love.
We kissed and made love that night.
In my mind, I thought no more of the lonesome dress,
For now it had a home.


Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013


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My Granddad

I knew a man who was afraid,when he looked at you, with his pain,
hoped that he might scare you away,
he was afraid you would take him back to a place,
that for twenty five years of his life, he had to stay
he never hurt anyone  but they were afraid he would someday
they had no doctors to talk too. or medicine to keep nightmares away
that’s what they did to anyone else in those days

He had a grand home a family and a big heart
and believed that this time in his life, was a good start
he lost everything he owned when the stock market crashed
when they had both came apart, the pendulum lost it's sway
A bully on the bus saw you in dismay and ripped you apart
and with a knife he drew and aimed for your heart,
but the crowd on the bus, all knew him, and it was his say,
and for twenty five years of your life,
you were taken away

Those people in the crowd, should have been honest and nice
they had an innocent frightened, saddened man, punished twice
who for twenty five years, the only way to wake him
was a bath tub full of cold water, and ice

he had amazing skills with his hands as he drew 
but he saw a little too much of everything else, too
he did not like me when we first met, his room was a sanctuary
he built by hand and his sweat, so he would forget
the twenty five years of his life taken, and he has never hurt anyone yet

he had a little sports car he loved, but grandmother hated it
when they went out for a drive it always, got towed home
his mechanic was a cheat, and the price for repairs was very steep
I helped fix his car, we had saved it. it was his now forever to keep it
we became best of friends, and we both shared together our secrets

A man who I was once so afraid of, became a person in my life, 
that I still love, and he’s been gone, for many a night so for now
he is someone I am  always thinking of and remembering him, right now, 
I cry, but I am not sad I will see him again, and in the end,
the first person I would love to see, if possible to be, in heaven,
is my granddad,


Copyright © Cynthia Ferguson | Year Posted 2014


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What did I do to deserve this

What I do to deserve this heartbreak,
this horrid and unnatural pain,
this cleche of events that strike me simultaneously
as the time ticks away,
and as the grinning faces pierce a whole through my soul
and my heart turns pale and slowly beats.
My heart is torn in two,
and I cannot find the doctors to stich me up.
I ask an old man,
how does love go about,
he smaked me in the face and went on.
The pain and the sorrow,
it is too much to feel,
too much to gain in one serving,
When I eat, I taste posion, not passion,
familiar faces turn grey, with ruby eyes and sharp fangs
they hiss at me, like a cat to a mouse.
I don't understand why I deserve this.
I am a good man,
who loves with open arms and a big heart.
With every hug I give,
I recieve a knife of betrayal in my back,
I feel the blood ooze from my open wounds,
suicidal tendencies roll through my mine,
but I quickly throw them out,
because Mama didn't raise no coward.
I see the blow, I clench my fists
and swing away,
God cries wanting to stop this madness,
Death laughs and soon joins in,
people join in and punch away.
I lay there on the concret blood everywhere,
my heart torn out of my chest,
each with a thousand knives stabbed in it,
as it slowly beats,
I lay their on the pavement,
looking up to the heavenly skies,
and as it starts to rain droplets of hope
I ask myself,
What did I do to deserve this?
Then, I shall close my eyes
and rest for awhile.

-9/23/13-

Inspired by all the betrayal and heartbreak I've faced, by so many cowards who didn't want to recieve my love. People I had thought who were my friends, came with invitations of humiliation and hate, and now I see who my real friends are; this pen and paper... Have a good day.
P.S. No one should ever be shown this much betrayal and heartbreak. I wouldn't even wish it on my worst enemy. Have a good day!


Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013


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A Man with a big heart

               “A Man with a Big Heart “                             



I met Dr Austin, a dentist in Salt Lake City
Who is caring all patients with no discrimination  
At his high-end clinic, which is always been so busy:
It is hard to find a man like him in this nation.

His clinic is called Gateway Dental Arts, at the Gateway Mall
Which is so cozy with newest contemporary style,
Appointments are easy breezy with just one call,
His expertise is to provide patients to have a beautiful smile.

He works day in and day out tirelessly the whole year
His wonderful staffs all speak so sweet and dear
Encouraging patients young and old, not to fear 
When the doctor had to use all different kinds of drill gear.

Dr Austin didn’t care about money, that’s his principle
All he just wanted is to get the result of his Dentistry, a miracle


Written by Dr Ko Ko Thein  (a) Dr Mya Thein 
                       Salt Lake City.










Copyright © Mya Thein | Year Posted 2013


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The Little Lady Who Had A Big Heart


    Do you believe in "Everlasting Love" 
    Love that gets two hearts to fly 
    Whispering words of love and sweet kisses 
    Magic and passion - wipe out all tears 
    Trust and truth without voice 
    As real shiny gold and green forests 
    The taste of love - surrounded in gold 
    no face can hide such feelings 
    Love, fate, romance will breathe forever 
    Linda Marie says it is: "Life Wheel -
    breathing for eternity ..... "


- My thoughts about her poem: "Everlasting Love" 
- Linda Maries heart was made of shiny gold !
- R.I.P. 



06.02.2014
A-L Andresen :)


Sponsor:Andrea Dietrich
Contest Name:Remembering Linda-Marie: Tribute Poetry
Deadline:2/25/2014 


(1st place in the contest)


Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2014


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A Circus Clown

A Circus Clown   Story/poem

Once there was a circus clown. He lived to make the people happy.
Everyday he would dress up, paint his face to be ready for his show.
This clown was not like other clowns. He was very special. Every time he 
put on a show - he had a little toy clown with him.

While he put on the show - he made everybody laugh, but once in a while
he would see someone sad. Later he would go and talk to the person.
He would offer to help them and give them the toy clown, but when they met 
their goals, they would always leave the little toy clown behind. He would pick it 
up again and that made him very sad.

One day he saw a young man that was very sad, he went and asked him 
what was wrong.? The young man told him - I can'y succeed in life. The clown 
told him I will help you. Take this little clown and keep him, your life will change. 
Soon one day he saw the young man again. He told him - I can't believe it, I am
now very successful just as you said . He walked away without a thank you, leaving
the little clown behind. The clown very sad picked it up and went home.

Another day he was putting on a show, when he saw a young girl very sad and
crying. He went to her and asked what was wrong, why was she crying like that?
She said - I always wanted to be an actress and be famous, but they never pick me.
The clown told her - don't cry no more take this little clown and keep him. I am going
to help you. In a couple of months, people started to know about her. She became 
quiet famous. One day she was nominated for an award.

The day of the event a lot of famous people went and also crowds from the public. 
The circus clown was there too. As she got her award - everybody applauded, so did the clown. She was very happy and came down and thank the people, but she passed up the clown. When everyone was gone, he saw the little toy clown on the floor. With
tears in his eyes he picked it up. He started walking and felt his chest burst open. His heart poped out - He than saw it fall to the floor and break into many pieces. With tears
still rolling down his face, he knelt down, picked up the pieces, put them together and 
put it back in his chest and walked away to find other people to help...

02/10/2014
Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo

Note: The moral of this story is that he had a big heart.
Even though his heart was broken he still wanted to help
people..... Do you have a big heart?


Copyright © Lucilla Carrillo | Year Posted 2014


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The Cozzie Switch

My golden dog,
two days after his death
I can still smell his fur
in my nose,
in my brain.
After frantic efforts,
we shared his last breath.
I watch the life leave
his eye.
His name was Cosmos and
I think there is a switch
on the spirally DNA
that's turned on more
for some than most.
Those that have it must beware
that it can take them
to their deaths.
Those that love them must be aware
that it can take them
to their death.
Cozzie's mother knew,
it is typical of the breed
to have the switch turned on.
She always held back a little perhaps
knowing where her genes
could take her.
I always sensed a certain sadness
as her doofus son bounced around
trying to please her,
please me,
please everyone!
Lick,licks, licks,
a thousand licks,
even for the cats he shared
a household with.
I think that his mother knew
where it would all end,
out on a walking trail
on a beautiful day,
doing what Cozzie love best,
pulling us all down the trail,
determined always to be first,
dutifully stopping at stop signs,
ready to take off
when given the "O.K".
There came a time in every walk,
that I didn't take seriously enough, 
when he would say, "enough!",
and lay panting in the weeds,
embarrassed to be seen, 
and we would wait,
until he was ready
to resume the lead,
apologetically wagging his tail,
for the momentary delay.
This was a normal day and 
I trusted nature to set the boundaries
never suspecting that Cozzie's switch
was turned too high,
pushing him beyond endurance,
just to please.
The day came when his big body
collapsed in the weeds,
and he could not get up,
panting for his life,
and apologized to the end,
for his inability to please.
If only we could hold back those
with the Cozzie switch
and make them understand
that half a big heart
is enough.


Copyright © ahellas Alixopulos | Year Posted 2010