Best Fall Through The Cracks Poems
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
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
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.
He knows my heart
My every thought
He sees my worst fear
Listens to my prayers
Even when I’m wrong
He never leaves me alone
He knows my soul
The air I breathe is His gift
He isn’t surprised
When I learn my lesson
Or even when
I can’t prevail and fail again
He knows my needs
Before I even dream them
He holds me up
Without Him, I would surely
Fall through the cracks
Never to be found
He knows my feelings
Reads my ideas
He fills my heart up
With inspiration and joy
Assurance that I know
Comes from His quickening
He knows my fears
The ones I refuse to voice
He strengthens me
And leads me toward true freedom
Where I can be spontaneous
Alive with creativity and imagination
He knows my yearnings
As I pray for His will to be done
He sees what I want
Even when I don’t pray at all
And He lifts me up
So that I can have the best there is
He delights in my joy
Assures me that I’m more
Important than I know
He even allows me to grow
Wiser with time
More alive – so I shine!
He knows me better
Than I know myself
He inspires my finest efforts
With His blessings, His love
The assurance that He is there
Protecting me, accepting me
He knows me and I know Him
He is love and He is my friend
With God by my side
I know I’ll gain the victory
He is the answer to my prayer
For love that is always there
I may not be perfect but I'm still here.
Maybe I wasn't there for you.
Maybe I didn't fight hard enough or you,
for your rights.
I didn't fight the way you thought I should have.
I may not be perfect but I'm still here.
You didn't know how hard I tried, or
the many nights I cried.
I may not be perfect but I'm still here.
Does my admission of guilt give me a license to mess up?
To fall from grace, your good graces.
Does that give me the right to let moments
slip by? Not taking advantage of the opportunities
to set things right?
If my admission can keep others from falling,
I gladly accept responsibility for my failures.
So no one else has to miss out or
fall through the cracks of life.
I carry my imperfection with me, every day.
Do all my pretty words excuse my actions?
Just because I decorate the truth does that let me off?
Truth be told I did let us slip through the cracks.
But does my acknowledgment of the truth give me
any peace, how about you?
Admission of guilt isn't enough, is it?
I really don't know anymore,
But I know this I'm not perfect but I'm here
The battle scars of life are written not in blood,
but in tears.
Only God knows the depths of my sorrow,
only God knows the tears I've cried over this.
Yes, I may not be perfect but I'm still here,
Awaiting the day your forgiveness reaches your ears.
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.
When it came to dating I had a soul full of sorrow
But all of my friends told me to hang in there
When we met I felt you looking into my soul
My soul laid bare with all protection lost
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder
And I would wait with bated breath to see you again
I finally knew what it was like to fall head over heels
Everything’s coming up roses was my first thought of every day
As time went by our love reached new heights
I thought our love could stand against the sands of time
Then sand started to fall through the cracks
The self-doubts and thoughts that no one understands me surfaced
Your spending was also a cause for concern
You have champagne tastes and a beer budget
When we split there were words that were left unspoken
It felt like you tore out my heart that day which I’ll never forget
My heart withered like a raisin and my tears fell like rain
After all no man is an island we are much more than meets the eye
I know now that your beauty is only skin deep
But it doesn’t do any good to cry over spilled milk
My friends say time heals all wounds
I guess when all is said and done
I’m sitting here left with nothing but a soul full of sorrow
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
"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
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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.
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5/3/16
Contest: "Listen To The Warm"
Sponsor: Laura Loo
The crack of dawn
The crack of the bat...
A crack in the pavement
Fall through the cracks...
Crack cocaine
A crack fighter pilot...
A clever wisecrack
That cracked me up...
Crack your knuckles
Jimmy crack corn
Crack a smile
Crack the whip...
To comprehend this little ode
You have to crack the language code
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
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
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
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
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?