Best Childhoodwords Poems
As I was stumbling in that dark cramp room, scratching and stretching
out my arms for someone to save me…as I stammered broken words
as the weight of his adult body lay upon my back, crushing my little bones.
My endless muttered cries of pain went unanswered, as I began to realize
that there was no one that could save me. Years later I would still suffer, as
I drank myself silly from my constant drinking. As I lied wasted trying to forget
all my childhood fears and frustrations. Bitter at the world and those who had
brought me here to this place of damnation! Words that I would tried to utter of my
mouth, they somehow manage never to come out. There I was a grown man
that was still trapped inside the nightmares of a scared little boy that never seem
to stop dreaming. Words that I long to speak, but they never seem to come out
of my mouth, but somehow I would still manage to scribble down on paper from day
to day. Some of them... I would keep in a secrete place in my head and I
would only recite to God from time to time if he would request it. One day as I lay
stricken from a sickness from all my constant drinking in a hospital bed, it was
then that Angel appeared beside my bed and he asked me if I would recite
some of my work… I then began to do some of those poems from off the top
of my head. I thought that I was speaking only to God and the Angel that day.
It was then that I had realized that other people had been listening as they
stood around my bed. As those words continued to flow from out of my
mouth, it was then that I knew for the first time that those chains had been
broken and that the broken words of a Child Poet where no longer broken.
I can still remember to the day,
the moment my son begin to convey.
He told me he loved me in a child’s voice,
my heart filled with joy as I rejoiced.
It was the first time I heard him say,
those three little words in his own way.
It almost brought tears to my eyes,
my spirit rose as it took to the skies.
My daughter was now learning to talk,
learning from brother walking the walk.
Then the moment happened again,
she said those words followed with a grin.
My heart filled with joy jumping though my chest,
that’s when I noticed I was truly blessed.
It’s moments like these that make me complete,
a child’s love so innocent and sweet.
I love my two kids with all that I am,
my life is complete because of them.
Nathan Bane Leccese
©All Rights Reserved 05/27/2009
This is not the words of anesh, these are the words of her 10 year old daughter.
Surrounded by darkness and by the fear,
siting and siting in the room scared to death
as the lighting and rain storms me with fear.
Trying and trying to cry but no water is coming
down my face from my eyes.No summer no spring
no fall not even may,only dark and snow that shows
the darkness in you and me.Nothing to hate but still hating
on,no words will come out my mouth,with nothing to talk
or to talk about.Darkness still haunts me with fear and contiues to,
will it ever wear off,what should i do or say to make this fear stay
away.
Class, this is Johnny
Now be nice;
He has a speech –
Who can spell SPEECH for me?
– problem.
(Truge treetrogrom ackjoum stocktdoug
Jolt deustwist crochetroakakt
T-this is what it’s l-l-like to be me
They c-come and p-point at me
They j-j-just won’t let me be.
They l-l-laugh when I t-talk
So don’t talk. J-just w-walk.)
Oh no no Johnny,
Not to your seat,
Not so fast.
Can you tell us something
About yourself and why you
Switched schools?
(K-keep your head d-down.
Then you won’t h-have to l-l-look at them
And f-feel like a c-c-c-clown.)
Yes, Johhny?
We don’t have all day;
You can start now.
T-they used to l-laugh at me.
They j-just w-won’t let me be.
I don’t l-like to talk
B-because I stuh-stuh-stuh-stuh-stuh –
Well, class, it’s really not Johnny’s fault –
Who can spell FAULT for me?
– that he can’t talk properly.
(Don’t let’em see you c-c-cry
Mommy s-s-says b-boys don’t cry.)
Johnny, why are you crying?
Because, Miss, don’t you see?
Chockjets grozill rasligtree
Thrusikrout erritz hocksji
That was what it was like for me
Every word was an agony
I had to speak ever so slowly.
I felt for the words but the words never found me.