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The Enemy's Child : collab with Carolyn D


The battles on the field are harsh and tough
The looting in their wake engorged with greed
Abundant spoils of war are not enough.
 
Atrocious in their acts that make no sense
The women and the girls are taken slaves
Abusing them with lust and violence.                        
 
Unable to resist the touch of shame
The captive females cry in pain and fear
Their lives will never be again the same.
 
And when the dust of war has blown away
The children of the foe get born to those
Who months before fell prey and ravaged lay.
 
Unwanted children still need loving care
Mothers find it hard to nurture such babes
Shame is endured by children in despair.
 
Their lives are defined by horrid attacks
Evil men who satisfied selfish needs
Indignities make them fall through the cracks.
 
Who loves a child rejected by its kin?
Society offers them no solace 
The “enemy’s child”, created by sin;
 
But all these children still have hearts and souls
Rejection renews the cycle of pain
When there is no one who cares or consoles.

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Co-write: Paul Callus & Carolyn Devonshire
@ March 2015



Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2015

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The Enemy's Child - co-write with Paul C

The battles on the field are harsh and tough
The looting in their wake engorged with greed
Abundant spoils of war are not enough.
 
Atrocious in their acts that make no sense
The women and the girls are taken slaves
Abusing them with lust and violence.                        
 
Unable to resist the touch of shame
The captive females cry in pain and fear
Their lives will never be again the same.
 
And when the dust of war has blown away
The children of the foe get born to those
Who months before fell prey and ravaged lay.
 
Unwanted children still need loving care
Mothers find it hard to nurture such babes
Shame is endured by children in despair.
 
Their lives are defined by horrid attacks
Evil men who satisfied selfish needs
Indignities make them fall through the cracks.
 
Who loves a child rejected by its kin?
Society offers them no solace
The “enemy’s child,” created by sin;
 
But all these children still have hearts and souls
Rejection renews the cycle of pain
When there is no one who cares or consoles.
 


*Co-written with Paul Callus


Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2015




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Choosing the Path of Most Resistence

Don't fall through the cracks,
through the floorboards
past the pipes
hot water hissing
grey metallic stun gun dull.
Don't land on the basement steps,
slipping on down
bumping the back bone
breaking the fall
with your body gone white like you know it so well.
Don't let the swallow of house
and of home
consume you
in solitude's
greedy embrace
Don't wish the outside
would stop looking in
and impute ugly motives
to trees and to flowers
who have your best interest
in chlorophyll hearts.
Don't taste the floors
on your way down to hiding
Don't dine on splinters
and varnish and wine
Don't master silence
when no one is looking
Don't close your eyes
and pretend you are fine.
Don't slip on sentences
you uttered years ago
down in the basement
in pipes 
steaming hot
Don't waste your sentiments
or your existence
on hiding the fact
that you are
what you're not
Don't laugh at paintings
with eyes that console you
on walls that you hung
last July on a whim
Don't think the walls
don't expect you
to call them
if you are in trouble
and losing your color from somewhere within
Don't apply pressure
to fissures in floorboards
to fit your way through
and become 
what you lose
It's a lot stronger
to stand and absorb it-
surroundings adore you,
implore you to chose.


Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2006

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The Slacker

While others fall through the cracks of society,
I confront every crack with a willing dive and leap.
I am the greatest slacker that has ever come to be,
never contributing anything to anything or anybody,
always taking the path of least resistance religiously.
Once while collecting unemployment, while on welfare
and social security disability,
while also collecting a pension I received monthly,
a government official paid a visit to me.
Now I live in a resort prison of very minimum security.
Room and board, three square meals, everything that I need,
to live the rest of my life comfortably absolutely work free.
I am the most successful slacker of all slackers 
that have ever come to be.


Copyright © SillyBilly theKidster | Year Posted 2015

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Listen To The Warm

"It happens just because we need to want, and to be wanted too, when love is here or gone to lie down in the darkness and... listen to the warm.” -Rod McKuen
~ The night has shaken tarnished-black silver, gilding the bedroom, where I've been trying to sleep. There is hardly a thing left uncovered by moonlight. Alone in the dark I am thinking of you. Of the nights long past midnight, when we would wait for the moon to come to the window like a welcomed old friend who is glad to come in. Spending wee hours, as the stars bathed our faces. You would tell me your secrets, then would listen to mine. You would hold me against you 'til the wee hours slipped in, while we watched as the sunrise would climb up the walls. Night sounds would caress us, while we whispered warm nothings, that fell into each crevice, to last evermore. Now I lie here awake, and echoes are shallow, caught in the spaces between now and then. Swollen with sorrow, but with lasting resistance, against times that have taken and times that have borrowed They beg me to listen, and listen again. Warm words we whispered, have lingered, to never fall through the cracks of the years of forever.
___________________________________________________________ 5/3/16 Contest: "Listen To The Warm" Sponsor: Laura Loo


Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2016

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Don't Fall Through The Cracks

When shadows creep on a darkened streets and the lampposts have gone dim When trouble lurks around each bend and life's happy path turns grim Will I be there to catch you before you fall on through the cracks Will I be there to guide you to let you know I have your back In the darkest hour of the darkest night I will always bring you light When times get tough and you had enough I will be there for you to fight I will walk with you I will talk with you I will share each loving breath for you my son are number one I'll protect you til my death
09/05/2015


Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2015

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Loveless

As the days go by you rub away at me 
and peel back the pages of my skin
Soon I shall be raw, sore and broken 
As you undo me 
So you have undone me again

And I am me and you are you 
And we are nothing

I am broken 
your hands are too small to gather me up 
so I fall through the cracks of your fingers
each day a little more

Then what's left is the black side 
The dark side
The spiteful sharp bits 
Like the leftovers of a roast chicken

Photos of us are in the shadows 
Overcast by clouds 
Our hands held strong 
Covered by darkness 
Sat with the what ifs and the could've done

So I wait 
And you wait 
For the sun to shift and show us the light
But the clouds don't move
 And we never again feel the same

So we are gone 
Fallen, to the low ground 
The ground beneath the grounds 
where people rarely go as they never make it back again

Claw away at the mud cracked on our bodies
 trying to reach the light

Every day
The we that we were is further away

After a time we close our eyes and forget
What was 
Until there is nothing left of us
Just two people that used to be in love


Copyright © little known nothing | Year Posted 2013

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Do We Choose Whom We Love And IGNORE Those We Don't

Why Do We “Choose” Whom We Love…   And Ignore Others?

Why do we often “choose” those we love… 
And ignore those we don’t?
It’s a good thing that Christ doesn’t do this!  He won’t!

Far too often,… People attending church today…
Will many times “choose” whom they’ll love…  
And turn others away?

I’ve heard sermons preached 
on how we must love others too...
For many, It’s too “inconvenient,”  
 to love others like we should do!

What about the “undesirables?”  
Those who fall through the cracks?
It doesn’t matter if someone is from 
“the wrong side of the tracks!”

I pray that God will stir in all of us 
a deep compassion within!
Perhaps, by our example… 
Others will be born again!

May our life be one that is filled 
with sacrifice and giving!
May it be an expression of Christ!
And his power of forgiving!

May we strive to treat others and love them all the same!
If we don’t follow Christ’ example…  
We have ourselves to blame!

Christ’ word has laid the foundation
 for loving every soul!
The mission field is all around us! 
 Let’s get up and GO!

By Jim Pemberton    04/13/12



Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2012

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Group of 26 various haikus

Night time yet again /starlight swallowed by black-hoes /Never to reach earth 

Monster under bed /Darkness engulfing my heart /Flashlight in closet 

Broken down body /Pieces still falling apart /Trying to survive 

Needed violence /Craving others' destruction /A bloody green-world 

Another world waits /To be drastically changed  /For better or for worst 

Take away my soul /A Genni in a bottle /Waiting for my hell 

Follow me right now /into the heart of her dream /To understand pain

What is my purpose /If no one recognizes /Who I truly am 

Where do I go from /A path lost in time and space /Path through destruction 

Do you give a damn /That people fall through the cracks /Life and sanity 

Where is your passion? /To afraid to make a change /Life requires life 

Wish upon a star /It falls from the black heavens /Death for a lost soul

Power to control /How the world spins around us /Orbiting people

Future behind us /Broken possibilities /Wondering what if

what inspires dreams / To quickly flee from our minds / Do they shape the soul? 

Do you know yourself? / Understand your heart and soul / Or did you give up?

My wondering thoughts/ foot steps past our minds limits/ into a new world 

Waiting for time's change / scared of what I will find there /What will be taken? 

Looking for details/ What secrets will they reveal?/ Our humanity 

He gave memories/ Remembering as her own/ Truth lost inside time 

Questions Propagate / What's inside Pandora's box / All of his secrets

Apple falls from tree / Down the rabbit hole it rolls / Mad Hater picks up 

Depression soaks in / Into my thoughts and body / Draining who I am

Stress stretches my soul / Rubber band about to break / Crashing into life 

Life flipped upside down/ World falling into pieces/ Some forever lost

How many lost dreams/ Are never fulfilled in life/ That could of been real? 

Where do I go now?/ Options retreating from me/ Left with destruction


Copyright © Anthony Souls | Year Posted 2009

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Do I matter

I find myself wondering if I matter in the scheme of things
If i could make a difference in the world where there is chaos
Brothers fighting brothers, for no reason other than who is right
Many out there who fall through the cracks, unseen, unheard
What can i do to change things in the cold world we live in
Who will hear my voice, whether I speak softly or loudly?
Do I not cry when hurt? Laugh when told a joke?
Does my heart not need love to make me happy?
Is my life not worth the effort of a kind smile or word?
How can many see the suffering of others and just pass by?
Not wanting to get involved, to get their hands dirty
They pass by whith no thought that they could make a difference
To show that there is some kindness, to lighten a load a little
It makes me wonder do I even matter in the scheme of things?


Copyright © Teresa Lindsay | Year Posted 2013

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TSA Monthly Report

Following is the April 2012 Monthly Activity Report compiled by the TSA.
I appears that Fred Feely Fingers and his pals do a thorough job, I must say!
Those diligent and dedicated folks earn their pay according to this survey.
For your information, I hasten to report their detailed findings without delay!

They discovered eighty-seven transvestites - terrorists - zilch!

Three natural blondes were detected - terrorists - zilch!

Fifty-thousand breast implants - terrorists - zilch!

Over three thousand serious hemorrhoid cases - terrorists - zilch!

Nearly fourteen hundred hernias - terrorists - zilch!

Eight thousand enlarged prostates - terrorists - zilch!

Don't you feel safer flying the friendly skies having learned these facts?
Having had our physical exams we can now board with confidence and relax!
(Let's pray those guys won't be so obsessed with us dropping our slacks,
That they let guns and strange-looking drawers fall through the cracks!)

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved


Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2012

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" Be You"

Don't fall through the cracks
say your words and share your thoughts
with your head up high


Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2010

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the chronicles of minor men part-2

pitchforks heavily leaned upon, 
puffy cumulus clouds drifting slowly
 across the summer sky, 
 parted by a wheather vain of
 a rooster crowing in the wind.
 
 bundles of hay rolled up bask in the heat, 
  like giant golden cantelupes in a melon field. 
  
beautiful children grow calist palms for iconographers
 to chisel and paint. 
 
 orothodox prayers are offered up. 
 scythes are swung to reap simple parables.

 along baltic dirt roads pebbles are scattered
 by combersome rusty old farming trucks
 with wooden rails. 

 seeds bounce off and fall through the cracks
 sprouting small communal agrarian gardens.

 hens are kept in small huts, 
they lay richly decorated gold leaf eggs, 

 for priest to carry over the shoulder's
 of the weary men at the eucharist.


Copyright © nathan martin | Year Posted 2010

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tired walk

My mind is fried, my soul is weak, Searching for strength, I can keep. Holding on with all I have, so I don't fall through the cracks. dead on my feet. I walk on.


Copyright © cory long | Year Posted 2011

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Rewind Focus Blind

For the memories
I carry with me
The visions blurry
The past endured me
I weathered the storm
But I didn’t plan
Now poetry is my forum
To let everyone know
That I never did land
I lost my way to the show
There is no good goings
Greetings just cover up
What I don’t feel like showing
With a half empty cup
Looking for fulfillment
In a never ending search
Where advice is barely lent
Sarcasm remains on its perch
People still stay bent
On holding one back
Still learning how
Not to point the finger
So I don’t fall through the cracks
Just a number as I linger
Or till I find a knack
Either way this life
Needs to give back


Copyright © Christopher Delegans | Year Posted 2008

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CRACKS IN REALITY

CRACKS IN REALITY

I AM NO LONGER ABLE TO CATCH A GLIMPSE OF MY REFLECTIONS
IN THE CRACKED MIRRORS OF OUR RELATIONSHIP.
AS THE FISSURES WIDEN, PIECES OF ME SLIP INTO.
I FALL THROUGH THE CRACKS, INTO DIMENSIONS
LYING IN WAIT ON THE OTHER SIDE.
IN THEM, THERE WILL BE NO PLACE TO HIDE.
AND SO, WHAT I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW ?,
WHAT LIES IN THE SPACES BETWEEN THE OBVIOUS ?

THOSE THINGS NEVER SPOKEN OF
AS I TRY TO RISE ABOVE,
KNOWING, THERE IS NEVER TO BE LOVE
FOR THIS OLD MAN,
WHO PLAYED HIS HAND.
LOST, IN THE GAME,
LOVE HER NAME.
LOVE FOR HIM NEVER CAME.

B. J. 'A' 2
OCTOBER 5TH 2010


Copyright © William J. Jr. Atfield | Year Posted 2012

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Where Is My Pride?

You fall through the cracks, 
It is dark down here.
Sounds behind your back,
They are not clear.

Should you run ,
Should you hide?
This is not fun,
Where is my pride?

Chills up your back,
They are getting closer.
Are they going to attack?
I wish I were braver.

Slowly you walk,
Down the darkened hall,
You cannot talk,
Cannot see the wall.

You’re all choked up inside.
Feelings regress,
Where is my pride?
Too much stress.

Why is this happening to me,
In this stage of life?
You wanted to be free,
I wanted to make you my wife.

If you walk long enough,
There’s light inthe tunnel.
But why is it so rough?
My heart, heavy as an anvil.

I want to run back to you,
Love you forever,
If only I knew,
What is the answer?

Should I just hide,
My feelings inside,
Or let them come out forever?

Where is my pride?


Copyright © Kenneth Fordham | Year Posted 2007