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Between the words of my father

I tried my best 
To live between your cruel words
Yet there was no room
I felt less
Smaller than small
So why didn't I fit?

I wonder
Now that you are gone
Who's words had you borrowed?
Did the pain you gave to me come from another's broken heart?
Was it too much to bare?

I now have room at the end of your sentences.
Not forced within the confines of your spaces
Tracing the manicured pearls of your wisdom
You have not had the last word
I am not doomed to your hypothesis
I'm willing to dance on the edge
My cliff is of note
worthy of jumping from
For I am not Icarus 
There is no reason to fear the sun
Only your ice will melt from my wings

I do not wish to re-live your convoluted nightmare
The drifting of your mind
Those  barriers to my existence
Freedom at last
Yes
Freedom
At the end
Yes
At the end of your sentences.




The lesson I learned is that the only one who can define my being is me.
I also learned that painful words and curses can be passed on from generation to generation unless we put a stop to it. I thank God for the strength He provided me. I have been blessed beyond what I expected as a child. 


Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2017


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I Forgive You

     You lost my life.
     Sharp as a knife...
     You lost a lot of things.
     Your memory in my heart
     Still sings...

Today I gave you my secrets,
All of them, the ones from Egypt,
And those from Europe, slow motion
Swimming away across the Ocean.
I whispered in your ear
All you didn't want to hear.
    
     And...
     I forgive you,
     I forgive you.

The secrets of the life stolen
While you screech, eyes swollen
With tears of loss.
Both of us kneeling on moss;
I am not cruel, only want your love,
That one word you get so sick of.

     But...
     I will always forgive you,
     I will always forgive you.

Buried so deep inside,
Almost a stone I tried to hide.
I'll always be that seeking child
That wants to be reconciled.

     I lost you before I was born.
     Before I even opened my eyes

          I was forlorn.





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April 8, 2017 
N/A in contest: Open Poetry Contest 2
Sponsored by: Charlotte Jade Puddifoot


Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017


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My Parting Gifts


                 My Parting Gifts…

Goodbye my son, my only king.
You are my love, your name I sing. 
My wish was more to be with you,
to be with you, and see you through.
This is my fate to leave you now,
my dread was this, to tell you how.
I’m going away, place unknown. 
The way I lived was not my own.
I am going, to ease my pain.
Letting you go, is my complain.
I am with you, with morning dawn.
Kissing with breeze until it’s gone.
My parting gifts to you my son,
to live your life, the way is fun.
Surrender to, the thing you love,
what measures love, grows above.
To get knowledge to find out why;
what is this life to you and I?
Me and you both, we are oneness.
There is no fear, to feel darkness.
I am going without goodbye,
Remember me the way I fly. 


2/16/16 Haloo

For: AJ




Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2016


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Out of the Park

It wasn't because he brought her flowers....
 It wasn't because he wined and dined her....
   She loved him because he spent hours on the computer
       trying to track down the 1970 Brooks Robinson baseball card
                                                                   for their oldest son's birthday
She loved him because he played with their kids, even after a hard day at work...
     baseball games in the big front yard...
            cheering them on...
                not getting angry when the youngest son 
                           knocked a homer 
                               straight through the living room window



Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2009


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Nothing Left

Chorus:

If lonely is a prison...
Lord knows I've done my time
From my lying destination,
To the truth I've left behind

There's another losing diamond,
In every card I'm dealt
I'll be holding on to nothing
Until there's nothing left

Verse:

Every word my mama said
Keeps exploding in my head
Son, it's not too late to turn around

Remembering...when my daddy left
With all those promises...unkept
Me and my old man..... share common ground

Bridge:

Silence is the hammer...
Memories are the nails...
Every path to freedom
Becomes an empty trail

Heartache is the music
Every day... the fear
Too early for confession
Too late to form a tear

Chorus:

If lonely is a prison...
Lord knows I've done my time
From my lying destination
To the truth I've left behind......


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Copyright © Chuck Melugin | Year Posted 2017


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A Pair of Boots

There was a day, a specific day,
When a pair of boots stopped walkin.
Leaving no average prints on the way,
That an average man could walk in.

Each step he trod was a step of faith,
All knew who walked beside him,
None were better or less than another
For friendship was this man’s fulcrum.

These boots had walked not an easy path
The hide battered from heel to toe,
By the rocks and briars of his past,
His battle, not letting it show.

Always found at other’s need
With a solution or a suggestion,
Sacrifice was his way of life
About that, there is no question.

To many, these boots all weathered and worn
Have no value at all to be told,
But the wise all know the boots strength is it’s soul
And Terry’s boots should be gold.
And Terry’s boots should be gold.

There was a day, a specific day
When a pair of boots stopped walkin,
They continue to lead me down a path of life
I daily strive to walk in.

Thanks Dad


Copyright © Jack Eldridge | Year Posted 2015


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All Gods Creations

We walked on the beach, just Daddy and me, And looked for shells in the sand. We found a starfish holding tight to a rock Then we walked down the beach holding hands. He showed me where clams had made holes in a stone; We watched how the waves filled a pool. Then he told me all about fish and such things And he joked, "Even they go to school." We ran from the waves and made castles of sand. And talked about Jesus awhile. I could tell how Dad loved him, Jesus I mean, From the tear in his eye, and his smile. We climbed to the top of a really high cliff To watch the sun hide in the sea. Then daddy told me, "Of all that God made, His greatest creation was me." All God’s Creations By: Dean Wood 7/24/2017 Quatrain 1st Place END JULY STANDARD CONTEST Sponsor: Brian Strand


Copyright © Dean Wood | Year Posted 2017


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A soldier cries

He's used to war, he fights real hard,
He's a soldier, he's battle scarred.
The enemy is weak, there is nothing to fear,
His compassion is gone, he has no tears.

He was taught well, was taught how to kill,
He's done it so much, it's lost it's thrill.
He no longer feels bad, when the enemy dies,
Tears don't come any more to his tired eyes.

In the beginning it was against his will,
But he soon broke down, and got used to kill.
Never thinking that his foe, was also just a man,
Like him with a family, doing the best he can.

He cannot have feelings, for anyone,
But then, for a moment, he thinks of his son.
He wants to go home, but it's not time yet,
So he goes back to a war, that he wants to forget.

Next day on the beach, on his tour of duty,
Lies a child's body, on the coast of Turkey.
He cannot believe what he sees with his own eyes,
A cute little boy, with no signs of life.

Lying face down, right there on the sand,
He picks him up, with his big strong hands.
And when he saw that there was no hope,
The soldier realized he could not cope.

He shuddered deeply...letting out a sigh,
And that's when...the soldier cried.

Now the whole world mourns that little boy,
Many children elsewhere, receive another toy.
Yes, people stand by, while these refugees die,
Some see the news and say, please...pass the pie.

John Derek Hamilton   September 04,2015


Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2015


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A Wise Father

A Father's advice to his son on his wedding day
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A Wise Father

My wise old father said to me
Be kind and gentle to your wife
And happy you will always be
Throughout the years of married life

Be kind and gentle to your wife 
For she is loving, soft and sweet
Throughout the years of married life 
Her trust in you must be complete

For she is loving soft and sweet
So you must never do her wrong
Her trust in you must be complete
An honest heart will keep love strong

So you must never do her wrong
And happy you will always be
An honest heart will keep love strong
My wise old father said to me.




Pantoum contest May 8th 2010




Copyright © Margaret Foster | Year Posted 2010


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Noah counting love

I woke this morning
yes this morning
and felt the warmth of love
‘pon mine forehead
and my face
and my ears 
and my nose

I woke this morning
yes this morning
and heard the warmth of love
close to mine forehead
and my face
and my ears
and my nose

I woke this morning
yes this morning
and heard his words of love
“Don’t worry Pops
I washed my fingers before
I counted the wrinkles on your
forehead
your face 
your ears
and your nose"


Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2015


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Overcome Evil With Good

A loving husband, a great man of God,
Few people would dare to walk the path he trod;

Came to spread the Good news of the Bible,
Left his own country to live among tribals;

Came to serve the poor with a great vision,
A friend of lepers, he did a great mission;

His heart was full of love for the dying,
But some of the people thought he was lying;

They did not understand his message, but
They sadly thought that he was there to convert;

Two little sons, unaware of all this,
Ready to meet their dad, saw nothing amiss;

They had come to him for holidaying,
And they were going home after a meeting;

On the way, wanting a warm place to sleep,
The man and his young sons laid down in their jeep;

The silent night was startled by loud cries,
When fifty men came with evil in their eyes;

For no fault of theirs, three kind souls were killed,
For loving lost people, their own lives were stilled;

On that fateful night, evil did smother
Three men of her family, killed together;

It was the worst blow his wife ever had,
But she forgave the killers. Good conquered bad;

They were killed in a murder cold-blooded,
Brutally those three were incinerated;

The missionary work went on to thrive,       
Though Graham Staines and sons had been burnt alive.

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                    -- U  N      L   V --
                 --- B      T  A      E ---
                STAINES AND HIS SONS
                     (_)                 (_)

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5.7.16

{Graham Staines was an Australian missionary who was burnt alive in Manoharpur village (Keonjhar district, Odisha, India) on 23rd January,1999 along with his two young sons, Philip (10) and Timothy (6) by a mob of about fifty for allegedly 'converting'  the villagers to Christianity. After his death, his wife, Gladys, continued his work among the lepers until she returned to Australia in 2004. In her affidavit before the Commission on the death of her husband and two sons, Gladys Staines stated: 

"The Lord God is always with me to guide me and help me to try to accomplish the work of Graham, but I sometimes wonder why Graham was killed and also what made his assassins to behave in such a brutal manner on the night of 22nd/23rd January 1999. It is far from my mind to punish the persons who were responsible for the death of my husband Graham and my two children. But it is my desire and hope that they would repent and would be reformed."}



Copyright © Jo Daniel | Year Posted 2016


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The Man of the House

You left without saying goodbye
and now I'll never know what it was like,
to have you teach me, eye to eye.
You left without saying goodbye.
Now who will show me how to ride a bike
or chide me when I tell a lie?
You left without saying goodbye
and now I'll never know what it was like.



NOTE: Fictional.

Yet again, another old poem, but have some newer ones in the back-burner. There are so many things to write about, if only one is in the mood and state of mind to organize those thoughts into something tangible and readable.


Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2016


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IF I DIDNT HAVE YOU

If not You...

If I didn't have YOU I wouldn’t know
What true love really meant
You are the BEST surprise I have ever received 
Baby YOU are Heaven sent 
With u my life as good as it gets
IF I didn't have you obviously we wouldn't have met 
more than just  circumstance 
Never eould have ecperiencef this  kind of fairy tale ROMANCE
If I didn't have you would not have had someone drive me SO WILD
I would be missing that body that face  and that adorable SMILE
If I didnt have YOU with WHO would I have to grow old?
My world would be so dark dreary & cold
If I didnt have you WHO would I dream of every night
No one helps me relax more &  is FULL of good advice
If I didnt have YOU who would cheer me on?
For the times when I am weak you are are strong
If I didnt have you who would BELIEVE in what I can do?
NO ONE has ever been more devoted  to ME than YOU
IF I didnt have you who would comfort me after a meltdown?
Your dedication warmth integrity has turned my life around
If I didnt have YOU who would REALLY "get me"
Destined for a life so sad and LONELY
If I didnt have YOU who would make me believe that I am good enough
You never leave my side even when times are rough
If I didnt have YOU who would make me feel like the most beautiful girl on Earth
YOU are my HOME no longer have to searching 
If I didn't have you my heart useless turn to rust
Thank you for showing me there are
 REAL MEN left that my heart can TRUST
IF I didn't have you never would have known 
a REAL ADULT relationship
That things can run smoothly
No drama jealousy or bullshit
If I didnt have YOU I could fill a thousand pages 
how much you mean to ME
Let me just say so HAPPY your in 
my life your my favorite sweetie
If I didnt have you just the thought
 of it fills me with so much stress
Luckily dont have to think about that 
WE WILL make it together until one of us is put to rest
If I  didnt have you who would be in my corner? 
 My love a giant THANK U on this a lovers day is in order
I am SOO deeply in love with YOU 
You make my life brighter everyday
I am SOO blesses that YOU came my way



Copyright © Diana Vee | Year Posted 2016


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Dear Son

Street Cries

Son remember this gentle kiss can hide filthyness of feature events

As I converse to his innocence

Our time spent precious in a world reckless hectic dieses infected

Praying he receive the message knowing his faith is tested

Make sure your hearts protected this world leaves you breathless if you let it

Never forget it pops said it when you realize in due time we have street cries

Don't be suprised truth they undermine hide slide lies make sure your on point Jackson five

They penilize those crossing lines decide to open wide

Supply masses their plans of genocide that's why mysterious people die

Classified chemical envasion replacing brain stimulation Intensifies sensation stem cell occupations

Secret military stations nations at war destroying creation

This is what you facing lust chaseing digital information generation

Be aware of were trust you placing food you tasting

F.D.A gets away everyday putting unhealth on shelf increasing wealth

Make sure to obtain knowledge of self
Welcome to the new world hope this conversation helps peace






Copyright © Street Cries | Year Posted 2017


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My Soul To Water

In nights, in stillness those small hours
The clock’s quick hands caress me more
Than I can remember yours
Once held me close so long before

I am no lamb but still think: slaughter
Is what this is, and in despair
I turn to stone, my soul to water
You were so much, but never fair

I count the myriad smithereens
You left floating in the moonlight
Feeling in transit, Bedouin
Nowhere at home, fearing daylight

     Your warm heart was a home to me
     It’s cold now, lacks humanity

***

April 12, 2017
Copyright © Darren White


Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017


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DeFasco

Hamilton, Ontario,
Is a steel making town.
You can hardly tell it, 
When the sun goes down.

The slagpiles glow as the big furnace throws,
Another batch of ore.
Big ingots sit on the railway cars,
Behind the big steel doors.

They call this place DeFasco
One of the largest in the land.
It has dirty little secrets,
Buried in the sand.

Something happened one autumn night.
I'd heard the older men tell.
The shift boss heard someone screaming.
It came from the bowels of hell.

A father and son were working,
Breaking slag from a big ladles spout.
The young man couldn't get out of the way.
When the molten metal poured out.

The molten metal mixed with the mud,
To make a sticky muck.
By the time the father turned around.
He saw his son was stuck.

The boys workboots were on fire.
As he was buried to his knees.
Even his asbestos clothing ignited.
He begged to his father,"Please,"

"Put me out of my misery,
I know my days are done."
His father pushed him under the slag.
He killed his only son.

They found the old man later that night,
Running circles in the rain.
They say he never spoke another word.
They say he'd gone insane.

Sometimes during my coffee break,
I'll sit and I'll think a while.
I often find myself wondering.
Just what's under that pile.

They call the place DeFasco.
One of the largest in the land.
It has dirty little secrets,
Buried in the sand.

Note; I worked at the DeFasco Steel mill in the early nineties, and was told this story.




Copyright © Thomas Plue | Year Posted 2009


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Chasing the man in the moon

Chasing the man in the moon


When I was a child

all I wanted was a little warmth,

some love and maybe a smile

Not asking for too much I thought

that it could make my life worthwhile

The house was always cold 

it never became a home

so I learned to be all by myself

always alone

Outside there was peace

away from the chaos

I found my solace 

in the darkness

as the smiling face 

of the man in the moon

shone down on me

I thought to myself

he is a kind and gentle man

always happy and bright

always waiting for me, only me

in the stillness of the night.

I was a scared little boy

looking up at the expanse,

of the eternal night sky,

always questioning, 

always wondering...why?

Then I would see in the heavens

his smiling face of approval

and I felt for the very first time

that I was special to someone,

that someone cared about me.

Even though it was cold inside

the house, I felt warm outside

even in winter

as I basked in the warmth

of the smiling face

of the man in the moon.

As I grew older,

the days would grow colder,

and the nights were filled

with ever more gloom,

so I looked out my window

searching the night sky

looking for my shining light

my special man in the moon

When I bought my first car

I would spend endless days

and nights on the road

looking for some place that

would welcome me home.

Up above me I would see

that smiling face shining

down on me in the distance

always... in the distance...

He seemed so large at times

so close to to me

I could almost  touch him

so...sometimes

I would drive all night

thinking somehow,

if I went fast enough

I could get closer to that kind man

but...when dawn would break...

so would my heart 

as I could see

him slipping from my grasp

vanishing away from me

in the infinite horizon.

I've spent my whole life

running as fast as I could

but I see clearly now

that it's done me no good

I've wasted my life waiting

and hoping,

for my fathers smiling face

for his approval,

for his loving embrace.

The years have passed by quickly

and I see the end is coming soon

so...I guess I'll have to finally give up

chasing the man in the moon.




John Derek Hamilton
June 20.2016























































Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2016


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Savior

There's a cross....in Jerusalem
Waiting there......for everyone
Justice speaks...One word
Guilty

The hammer rules in the darkness there
Death confirmed....by a Roman spear
There's a cross in Jerusalem.....
Oh but wait......
There's a baby in Bethlehem!

Savior

There's a house.....falling fast
Foundation tears....Stones are cast
Future speaks.....one word
Uncertainty

Chaos rules......in the turmoil there
Wounded pride....Rips the atmosphere
There's a house......falling fast
Oh but wait......
There's a carpenter in Nazareth

Savior




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Copyright © Chuck Melugin | Year Posted 2017


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Valor's Silhouette


Friendship - we have chased that apparition, endlessly,

          But it's elusive spirit - always beyond our fingers' reach.

Resentment, disappointment, heads thumped in anger,

                    Each of us in a role, obligatory - never had a chance ...

Oh, how I pleaded, many times, just to be your friend -

          Tears perishing in the stream of lost hope between us.

It is what it is, we are who we are, oil and water, thus.

                    Still, you have always been my hero, there's no other,

The exemplar of character and integrity, innately kind,

          Talented, brilliant, hard-working, and always altruistic,

Letting others, even friends, wittingly take advantage,

                    Rather than risk a slight or argument ... or alienation.

Goodness and decency were the edges of your sword,

          A gallant knight, willing to lay his life for friend OR foe.

Yet now my heart rends so for you, my dearest father,

                    Armor rusting in the rain, sword blunted, halted steed.

And your faculties failing - that, the cruelest calamity ...

          But still, you push to stand tall for your beloved queen,

And your squire is here, true, fain to shine your armor,

                    'Til the bellman of Valhalla calls ... for it's most dear.



Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2017


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Quiet Tears

Visions of me occupy your days
my life’s been planned in intricate ways. 
And though my future’s set in your mind
I’m skillfully taught your wish is blind.

I've been manipulated for years
achieving your dreams with quiet tears.
And never sure what to say or do
I've become a reflection of you.

I lived my teens by your golden rule
repressing love while playing the fool.
Yet I'm a hollow soul without spark
alive I exist, empty and stark.

Over the years you’re pleased as can be
accomplishing all your goals though me.
And you don't even pretend to care
I'm but a shadow barely aware.

You’re defiantly proud of your deed
molding my life you swore you’d succeed.
And the look in your eyes seals my fate
for there is no love, there is no hate.


Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2017


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Don't Worry About Me Falling

His training wheels became more of a burden
So as he helped me take them off
He handed me the wrench that I'd need
We both smiled but we didn't talk

I reflected on times that felt like just yesterday
Yet somehow they seemed long ago
Before he could walk and before he could talk
It almost seemed as if he'd never grow

As he took off so wobbly I cringed a bit
Then came the rock his front tire hit
He fell off of his bike and skinned up his knee
Holding back all his tears he said to me

Don't worry about me falling 
I'm tough just like your are dad
Maybe we need to keep my training wheels on
I told him not to give up so fast

I'm so proud of you son and I want you to know
I'll protect you whenever I can
I could see his pride hurt so I assured him
You can do it my little man

Now the years pass by quickly and my little man
Is talking a bit deeper now
His attentions have turned from playing with me
And he thinks he has all the know how

His first taste of love soon came calling
They were inseparable in all ways
But I knew that his heart would probably break
It's a lesson that we all have to take

Don't worry about me falling 
I know what love's all about
Dad, you may not believe, but she really loves me
She's like an Angel that fell from a cloud

Well heartache came calling soon after prom 
My son had to hear those 2 words
So I just sat back and hurt while he cried
Reminding him first loves are always the worst

I know there must be more fish in the sea
But my heart is hurting right now
I told him it will take time, but you'll be just fine
Someday you'll move on somehow

Now many years passed and he found his true love
His mother and I live alone
Without him we found that it's just a house
Cause with him we made it a home

Years of working and living harder than I 
Probably should have lived 
Have taken its toll and I have become
Somewhat feeble and frail

As he paid me a visit we had a talk
I told him son there would soon come a day
When I would be called to head on back home
I fell as I walked away

He reached out his arm and he cushioned my fall
It's funny how fast time can change
I looked up at him and gave him a thanks
I just smiled as I walked away

And said don't worry about me falling
Son I'm tough just like you 
No matter how soon I leave from this earth
Know that I'll always love you

So don't worry about me falling


Copyright © M.P. Shaudd | Year Posted 2017


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Prodical Son

Like a tide in the storm
taking sand from the shore,
tossed and turned to return to the shore twice as strong as before,
So does the prodical son as he knocks on his fathers door...

Bruised and battered his title didnt matter-
His ways brought shame on his family name.
He used and abused- spent up all his fathers money
no friends since its gone-his fun is no more.
Reality begins to set in when he eats with the pigs-
Its kind of ironic when all he had to do is just repent.
So finally he acknowleges the damage he's done and goes back to his father-
who killed the fattest calf for his son...

Like a tide in the storm
taking sand from the shore,
tossed and turned to return to the shore twice as strong as before,
So does the prodical son as he knocks on his fathers door...

Dont you remember when you walked in his shoes?
Dont act like you aint walked in them too-we all have missued.
But like the prodical son we where saved from our pasts, when we got down on 
our knees and asked God for a second chance.
I pray you recieve this lesson, the father wants you to come on home, but many 
reject him.
Were all prodical sons, even you gangstas and thugs- the father wants you to 
come back home- this world is no home, Repent while you can...This is our 
second chance. 
Everyday we get tossed and turned by the enemy-But if you have God's word it 
will set you free.
You was down on your luck before- now your headed for glory-twice as strong as 
before...Take some time out today to call on the Lord!!!

Like a tide in the storm
taking sand from the shore,
tossed and turned to return to the shore twice as strong as before,
So does the prodical son as he knocks on his fathers door...


Copyright © crystal Hill | Year Posted 2006


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If I Could Write a Book

If I could write a book, my son, 
And put it in your hand,
So many things of life and love 
I’d have you understand: 

Of books to read and hills to climb 
And foods you need to taste; 
The value of your closest friend, 
And time you dare not waste. 

If I could write a book, my son, 
And, if I could write it well, 
One chapter there would stand alone; 
One theme on which to dwell. 

I’d write of bridges wide and strong; 
Of beams that bear their load, 
Unwavering in the task assigned, 
So, worth their weight in gold! 

I’d write of honest men and true, 
Dependable and brave, 
Who brook their trials like a king; 
Noble-born or slave!

But alas, my son, I would write in vain. 
This truth you know, and well: 
This chapter you must write alone; 
Not mine, but yours to tell!


Copyright © Dean Wood | Year Posted 2017


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A Man Called Leo

I tread between green mounds of decay 
surrounded by rows of engraved stone.
And lost in thought I lose track of day
for I’ve seldom felt quite so alone.

Where death lingers between monoliths
an air of somber clings to the shade.
Yet despite supernatural myths
I begin to wander unafraid.

A dying sun bleeds on every grave
resurrecting memories of old.
And reading words the living engrave
I seek warmth within a love gone cold. 

My tortured heart disputes pains of youth
still in denial despite years of ache.
And eager to disregard the truth
tears dissipate like drops in a lake.

I crouch low before the place I seek
here lies a military hero.
And a single tear runs down my cheek
for my father a man called Leo.


Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2017


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To My Father

Should n't I feel so sad, when my father is dead
Should I feel Like others? Clearly knowing their fathers dead

They were truely happy  at each moment  I saw them, 
It seemed that their fathers would not die ever
This made me jealous, felt no funny by too hard to accept

The fact is that everybody dies and everybody is  born with cry
Cry, cry for appear and cry for goodbye

Until no seen in nowhere, out of eyesight, 
Left a father  be felt by heart, even without sunlight


Copyright © Xuefeng Pan | Year Posted 2018