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Titanic Forever

My father had been out of work for way too long.
At night, I often heard him and mom weep
Food was scant, but love was strong. 
As was that hunger pain when I lay to sleep.

My little brother was too young to understand.
Still a babe in arms, he brought our only smiles.
I loved to play with him and hold his tiny hand.
It seemed to take away the hurt from life trials.

Then, one-day dad came home all excited.
He was talking so fast, grinning from ear to ear.
He said that our future was well fated.
That we were in for adventure was clear.

It was that new ocean liner, the Titanic. 
Dad had been hired for the maiden voyage.
We were going along as his sidekick.
A family destined for American homage.

In just five days we boarded that ship.
Immigrating was a dream come true.
Accommodations would be a hardship.
But it was worth opportunities…new.

Dad worked as a scullion in the restaurant.
We were housed on the lower deck.
It was a very crowded lodgment.
We stayed together until the shipwreck.

Sirens were screeching people screaming.
We could not find dad anywhere.
Was he locked up as a cageling?
Could it be true; was he trapped down there?

Lifeboats were being lowered.
Mom held my brother, crying.
Dad must be somewhere cloistered.
We all feared a dreadful dying.

Someone put me in a lifeboat.
I reached for mom as it descended.
The Titanic was still afloat.
But my family separated.

The water was freezing.
I had forgotten my coat.
People crying, sniffling, and sneezing.
The lifeboat soon became an iceboat.

Within a few hours, death began.
Shivering, I crawled beneath two corpses.
A young girl destined to live without her clan.
Hidden from polar breezes.

That was the last time I saw my mother.
My mind holds the image clearly.
She, calling for dad, was cuddling brother.
Oh, how I loved my family dearly.

When rescuers finally arrived.
I was the only one alive in the lifeboat.
Beneath those bodies, I survived.
Then, I was wrapped in a warm coat.

I never did see America.
I was sent to an orphanage back home.
Life had dealt a great trauma.
Forever had sunken in the ocean's foam.

© April 9, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest:  My heart will go on and on.... Free Poetry 
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Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2012


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The Dark Legend Of Haunted Road

There are roads that seem inviting in the light of day
Only to cast its eerie shadows when the sun begins to go down
Engraving a revealing legend after the darkness has given way
To the blood curdling horror that once terrorized an innocent town

The legend says that years ago a terrible event took place
When a patient known to be psychopathic escaped the institution
The doctors notified the police who immediately gave chase
Though disappointed they became after finding no resolution

On one Halloween night, screams of murder were heard by Haunted Road
Now, no one ever dares to enter those woods where the tragedies took place
Some have sworn that they still hear the screams within suffering echoes
Still see the trail of blood stained puddles that mark his evil trace

It is here that he and his victim's spirits may forever hide
Where voices of the dead lead you to a darkened cabin in the woods
They cannot escape the horror of the way in which they died
Only the brave hearted would dare to go where this cabin stood

A few trick or treaters decided to dare themselves to enter Haunted Road
They convinced themselves that this would end up being just a thrill
Little did they know that evil was waiting for them when they chose to go
The ghost of the psychopath, eager to commit his next kill

They walked along slowly, barely breathing, and listening to the sound
Of another pair of feet behind them, dragging heavily on the pavement
All the kids stopped with their hearts pounding, only to see nothing around
Just the moonlight, a howling wind, and scattered leaves, twisted and bent

A dense fog soon began to fill the air, giving them more of an eerie feel
Still, they proceeded to walk to where they planned to be
A run down cabin slowly came into focus, reminding them that the legend is real
It was then they decided to turn back around quickly

Standing behind them was the killer's ghost, grinning from ear to ear
His red glowing eyes could not hide his psychotic, bloody thirst
The trick or treaters ran to the cabin, thinking, it's time to face our fear
As they approached the door, one said, "okay, now you go first"

One by one the trick or treaters tried quietly to lead the way with regret
Though their footsteps creaked the floor boards of the old wooden floor
It began to thunder and lightning showing the theme in silhouette
Then all of a sudden they heard the slamming of the cabin door

It was locked, there was no escape, they were trapped for certain
In this abandoned place where the victim's bodies were stored
Then near the corner something stirred like a blowing white curtain
Their eyes grew wide with terror, this occurrence couldn't be ignored

Out from the darkened shadows he came into sight
His eyes glowing red, his breath smelled of death
Suddenly, he grabbed hold of one of the trick or treaters that night
While the others tried to break free, out of breath

The cabin door was broken open, they ran through, and heard a scream
From the captured boy in evil's clutches, with his costume now torn
The others were relieved to finally find a way out of this bad dream
They were too afraid to help their friend, and a new legend was born

The two trick or treaters were shaking in their warm beds
Traumatized about the horror they faced from a dark legend
They couldn't believe that one of their friends was actually dead
Left them both wondering if this is really the end

They yawned, and tried to get up, but their hands were tied
Still in the cabin, they had not escaped this living nightmare
As the killer came closer and closer, the young kids just cried
Knowing that their lives would be ended right then and there





Written by: Gail Angel Doyle & Kelly Deschler







Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014


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The Skunk in the Bottle

It was a glorious day in New Hampshire and I was enjoying the view,
Appreciating nature, and spring's grand debut.
Then out of the window a strange sight caught my eye,
It was a skunk with a bottle on his head walking by.

I called my husband to the window to let him see,
Then he said, "I'm going to go help that poor skunk, and set him free!"
I was concerned the skunk would spray my husband in fear,
But he was determined to save the skunk and to persevere.

The skunk kept banging his head on the ground along his way,
And my husband followed close behind watching in dismay.
He made his move on the skunk in the neighbor's drive...
I would have loved a video to catch that live!

He grabbed the skunk by the bottle and flung with all his might,
Then the freed skunk went flying, and must have had quite a fright.
In his hurry to avoid the inevitable spray,
My husband took a tumble trying to make his getaway.

He came home in pain but grinning from ear to ear,
He had saved that poor skunk, not able to eat or drink, with death near.
My husband suffered a torn rotator cuff from the unusual incident,
But God speaking to him to save that skunk was not a coincidence.



Copyright © Brenda McGrath | Year Posted 2016


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2010 - THE BEST CHRISTMAS EVER

In Cape Town the bitter cold north wind
needles under my clothes and wind
my scarf around my neck and face,
penetrating bones, the cold I have to face.
It reminds me of the winter of ’10:
London was under snow and minus 10;
the worst winter since all records began.
The many cancelled plane trips finally began.
We left in the morning – trepidation great,
not knowing our fate and our spirits not great.
Snowbound and cocooned in the flat
above the city; the landscape coloured flat.
Smoke lazy issuing from a chimney pot.
A solitary annoying raven I wish to pot,
waking me each morning with his crow.
I have something about which I can crow:
I’m seeing my daughter for the first time.
Grinning from ear to ear all the time.
No public transport running – snowed in.
Christmas spent in solitude – staying in.
Only my daughter and I at the table,
ignoring old family issues on the table.
Feasting on the turkey she had prepared.
With open heart she had come prepared.
I salute her! Nothing will compare ever!
2010 - The Best Christmas ever!

Poetry form: Identical Rhyme


Copyright © Suzette Richards | Year Posted 2014


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The Ego is a funny thing

The Ego is a funny thing
Tell you what you want to hear
Have you grinning from ear to ear
It’ll assure you of everything

It’ll drive you to achieve
Make you look cool, Make you look mean 
The ego’s got a plan
It’s going to teach what to believe

It’s going to show you what you need to know
Don’t listen to what others say
Don’t worry I’ll guide the way’
Have you looking like a fool, while you’re feeling cool

You need some money, I’ll teach you greed
Dress the part show the illusion
Do a little dance, have a little drink
Laugh and cheat and think its ok

Need a date, first you got to play the game
Put you in a fancy car
Wear shades to hide your eyes
protect you from being recognized

You’re in control or at least you think you are 
Opinionated to the core
Ego dipping, forever tripping
Hand waving finger flipping

The ego’s a funny thing
It’ll miss-lead you in every way
Then call you a friend
Confuse you and do all over again

Have you fighting with all your friends
Like a game without an end
It’s that demon in your mind 
it wants to control you every time 

(Verse 1 repeat)
The Ego is a funny thing
Tell you what you want to hear
Have you grinning from ear to ear
It’ll assure you of everything

Doesn’t matter if its night or day
Cause the ego wants to play
Always laughing when you’re thinking
Right or wrong it can’t be swayed.


Copyright © Ron Flatow | Year Posted 2010


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Remember the Day

Remember the day when conversation strikes
Between the two of us for the very first time
Back then, I had no inkling of your likes
The way you know not of my love for lime

Remember the day when you first called me
I picked up the phone at the very first ring
We chatted freely from the trees to the sea
And together this ballad we start to sing

Remember the day when I'm asked to be your girl
I was blushing and grinning from ear to ear
Till now, you are still as precious as the pearl
Just like the first day we dated last year

Remember this special day of the many few
When I tell you just how much I Love You!



Copyright © Dovey Annie | Year Posted 2005


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Why Most Chickens Don't Snore



Could there possibly be a single topic I haven't as yet explored The love life of the lowly earthworm Or why most chickens don't snore And have you ever considered this Why dogs and household cats Never wear off the shoulder evening gowns Nor do horses as a matter of fact Now that's absolutely outrageous But not quite as much as this Two ostriches locked in a warm embrace As they try to figure out how to kiss Another one for the books my friends A basset hound drinking beer Staggering around drunk outside a bar Grinning from ear to ear Okay okay I know what you're thinking What's in the coffee I'm drinking Six lumps of sugar, a squirt of cream And an unknown substance you're thinking Could there possibly be a single topic I haven't as yet explored Methinks that these pretty well sum it up Till I come up with a whole bunch more © Jack Ellison 2013


Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013


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Grinning Like a Possum

Grinning Like a Possum

By Elton Camp

The president seems to be well pleased
At the last second, victory he seized

The filthy rich will fork over more
The middle class about as before

His enemies blocked him at every turn
So this tax struggle was hard to earn

The wealthy may well fume and cuss
But there’s fewer of them than of us

Four hundred thousand is quite enough
Even paying more, it shouldn’t be tough

Perhaps they might even economize
Swap the Rolls Royce for a smaller size

So their depleted funds are better spent
With only a single mansion be content

They can still have plenty of fun
Lying about, enjoying Grey Poupon 

And, according to what I see & hear,
The prez is grinning from ear-to-ear



Copyright © Elton Camp | Year Posted 2013


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The Wasteland -part 2-

A long time passes and I am still here Silently insulting, brutally weeping But then I lift my head from the ground To see him standing there Towering over me in all endeavor of quietude Was he there the entire time? I feel his eyes but see only his stare I am dreaming again Has he returned to guide me? To frighten me back into reality? Who are you, entity of fear? I know death draws me near— But why, oh mystery, do you linger here? He never answers me, though still I try Why are you here? Must you hate me too? He pulls me up staring me down His thin, sophisticated form makes me feel hollow Empty features burning my vision As he bends facing me I never want to see your face again See, that’s why I hide. . . Why, I ask, my voice croaking Tell me why. . . He takes my hand as I cringe Walking me to the edge, his head tilted my way I shake like a dried leaf on the brink of autumn A small, pathetic part of me wants to thank him To believe all of this. . .is right How though, can I trust his blank sincerity? I am the only. . .the lonely But there he is beside me His long fingers intermingling in mine The sense of fear and confusion Sticking to me like grime I am the Slender Man—I am—your friend And for once I let him embrace me I cannot bear to flee He tenses and tightens his grip Dreading I may slip away in panic Please stay. . .please stay Soon it will all just go away. . . He is warm against me—alive Breathing slowly, I feel the beating of his heart Bashing my nerves—blurring my mind Tingles shoot down my spine As I stand there, so close to him We watch a sagging sunset As tears flow down my infected eyes I have learned to fly. . .to embrace the lies Squeezing my hand he holds me close As the black sun wearily lifts its head one last time Only to sink from its post I never want to see your face again See, that’s why I lie Slender Man cradles me in his tendrils Surrounding me like I am its sickly nourishment Whispering comforting falsehood I gaze beyond the wasteland Beyond myself. . . But there I find nothing Hand in hand we walk over the edge Heading yonder into the sheer, sweet Nothingness The demons watch us disappear Grinning from ear to ear I cannot see them now. . . But I can smell their fear -January 26, 2013-


Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013


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A Futuristic Christmas

Tonight we sit ‘round ye ol’ Christmas tree,
But not the tree of yesterday or yester year you see.
Lights shine from the bole and tips so free.
We do not sit on stools or bended knee,
Nay, we sit on floating bubbles filled with glee.
Tonight we sit ‘round on Christmas eve.

Each branch and each stem hollow and clear,
With glorious colors rushing from there to here.
Self-driven instruments give us reasons to cheer,
While grandad is grinning from ear to ear.
The world is at peace; today leaves us no fear,
No one looks to tomorrow, no matter how near.

History’s Christmas gifts once sat down below,
But today they fly high, and are able to flow.
Their covers like metal adorned with a glass bow,
And brilliant tints that shine, leaving the ceiling aglow.
The children stare at the presents wanting to know,
How presents arrived when Santa’s is yet to show.

The Misses and Meemaw dawn matching shirts,
Both steady in the kitchen hydrating desserts.
The rehydrator jingles several festive alerts,
“Supper is ready”, sang like a Christmas concert.
Papa gripes at the boys “Someone’s gone git hurt.”
The boys outside giggle and play in the dirt.

Time to set the table, a task easy and quick,
With just a command a table rises from the thick.
Soon from the thin came golden chairs of glass brick,
Chairs light as air, glistening, and ever so slick.
Plates soon filled the table, candles lit by the wick,
By the snap of a finger the flames came like magic.

So we have all gathered round in the most merry mood,
In awe of what has been hydrated and brewd.
We grasp the utensils that are glistening and blued,
As we will be ready to eat and prayer will conclude.
I apologize for the inconvenience, or if I seem shrewd,
But this conversation is over, it’s time to eat food.




A Futuristic Christmas 12/10/2015


Copyright © Nicholas Henderson | Year Posted 2015


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He knocked me off my feet

Today i knocked off early
What a day it was
Impatience is riding my soul
Like a hungry horse in the field
Anxious to reach the bus stop

I waited for my bus ride
Singing and counting the minutes
I dressed like a lil girl
Waiting to see her 1st crush
Grinning from ear to ear

And then... There he was
My lil stallion dressed in black
Moving like a devil on steroids
He don't notice
But i turn all purple with envy

FInally i gather all my scattered guts
Move up close to him
My heart thumping, bet he heard that
Cos his lips twisted with charm
Gosh he's pretty

I was about to move my lips
And whisper "hello sir"
But he beat me to it
He said "hey sexy"
I held my breathe in then out

I lost my grip and felt dizzy
People cheered in awe
... He had a tunnel inside his mouth
All his front teeth had disappeared
It wa all dark and scary

As i regained my sanity and opened my eyes
His lips were locked in mine
Mouth to mouth they said
Soft and juicy so warm against
I died in his arms for good

Today he's my husband... Till teeth do us part
He's my teethless husband and i love him


Copyright © Lesego Mokgale | Year Posted 2012


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You lied under your breath

When you said you didn’t love me anymore
I knew it wasn’t you speaking you were coerced 
everyone was intervening like they had done long before

its frozen in my mind I still hear everyone on the phone 
Pressuring you to say goodbye to me 
you were stolen from me and that’s how I will always view it
You were made to be afraid of what happened years ago

They wanted you to remember the first time around
They didn’t want you to have a second chance with me
They made you think it would happen all over again
they put fear into your heart and confusion into your mind

one day your wanting to be back in touch with me 
Especially after I reached out and confessed the truth
you even asked about the ring I once gave to ypu
and the next day your looking to run and hide
Because everyone again is trying to tell you what to do

back in 95 your new boyfriend threatened to leave
simply because you were suddenly talking me 
he was showing his true colors too by trying to control you
and your family gave you stress and forced you to say goodbye to me

I lost you to someone that didn’t even smile a spineless prick
who knows maybe you really did want a daddy figure 
someone who was going to tell you what to do
to manipulate and control you to dictate what you should do 

or maybe it is just as well that you didn’t choose me
though you tossed the engagement ring back into my memory
If you didn’t love me then why was the ring at the top of your mind 
Was there a chance that ring would've changed everything

It was supposed to bring me dedication
It was suppose to represent a heart felt love
I remember the day I gave it to you
I remember the expression on your face

I remember your beaming smile
I remember how you were grinning from ear to ear
I remember the kisses you gave to me
that ring was like magic 

the symbol of our love
it meant you were for me and I was for you
our hearts danced thinking of the possibilities
But that ring created an evil bliss

For a whole year you wore it true
A glittering diamond and begets too
Wiggling your fingers and dedicating your love
I didn't lie when I said I loved you

But I lost my sense of identity
I wanted marriage badly but I just wasn’t ready
I let everything slip away
From the salt of my tears and the wailing of my soul 

you were supposed to heal my heart
you were an angel that gave me comfort you were my one true love
But I went into a fog and couldn’t find my way home


Copyright © Ron Flatow | Year Posted 2010


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NO MANS LAND

She is finished; her mission done with ease
She feels great, grinning from ear to ear;  
Her satisfaction exceeds everything; her joy.
She is programmed to kill; 
To leave her victim paralysed with fulfilment
Tis the only thing she’s good at; 
She executes her duty with professionalism;
Leaving her regulars wordless
She enjoys updating her chic,
 Lest she be replaced in the service market.
Her technique, always refreshing;
You are guaranteed of a full package.
Nothing less than to expect; diversity always
Her patrons are left dazzled; 
Snooping around wanting more
To them she is just a machine assembled to serve
They never notice her vulnerability and soft tissue
She looks rough no doubt; but she’s also weak.
Her spirit broken so many times
Like a wild horse; she refuses to be tamed now
She will never allow that side out in the open anymore
She does what she does; for it must be done
She is used to it now; she has accepted what others see to be a fact; 
She is no man’s land…and can’t be blamed.

©Naa Takia, All rights Reserved 2012












Copyright © Victoria Nunoo | Year Posted 2012


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Bobby And Me

John Fitzgerald Kennedy, some say withstood the temptation as pressures
To enter more troops further, into Vietnam ? Soon thereafter, he was gone...
An imperfect man born a silver spoon his hand; at least, unto the material mind
Holding merely a glimpse of he, and Poe's raven ? Her beautiful young lady a tattoo
Be this star upon her cheek reflecting somehow, an age as child's heart ? Headlines
These righteous chasing their homeless all about his editor in chief proclaiming
The good news ? President Obama, considering another air strike for someone
Crossed neverendings painted lines while Miley smiles aneath two golden horns
She finds divine bless her precious life and do two wrongs, equate to that of right ?
Bobby grinning from ear to ear like his cat whom swallowed her canary; albeit cardinal
Red this little bunny so furry his tiny tail ? Due for another banks bailout, one can feel it..
Amid time's wind and whom shall win their next contract to build ? These flocks as bombs.



Copyright © Johnny Rhinem | Year Posted 2013


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Playing In the Rain

Rain beats against the window, as a little boy leans his forehead and little hands against the cool glass, staring, longing to go out. His eyes light with excitement; grinning from ear to ear, for down the hall by the door he sees his sister’s red and white polka-dot umbrella. Glimpsing around to make sure no one is looking, with quick steps he goes to the door. He rises on his toes, reaching and wrapping his little fingers around the doorknob. Slowly opening the door ajar, he seizes his sister’s umbrella. Pushing the button he pops it open and slips away unnoticed. The pitter-patter of rain strikes the umbrella he holds high above his head, as he runs across the yard to the old wooden bench in the pouring rain. Jumping he grabs a wooden slat and struggles to climb on the wet slippery bench, springing high his little feet finally makes it up. Bouncing up and down, screeching with enthusiasm watching the colorful rainbow, soaking wet, he holds on to the back of the bench.
9/3/2017


Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2017


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Doctor Jones

That mean Doctor Jones
I'd say, for a fact, he has an ornery streak!

He makes me bend,....and then from behind he sneaks!
No warning at all....with his needle sharp!
He stabs me, ouch!!  ....in my bottom parts!!

He declares, with his haughty airs...."It's for your own good!"
But he's grinning from ear to ear......well....HUMPH! I don't think he should!!!!
Be having so much fun!!
Stabbing at my poor buns!!
He's MEAN Doctor Jones......I don't make no bones about it !!



____________________________________
For Carolyn ! :)


Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2010


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Photo Album

So many faces,
in so many  places.
All with a smile upon their face,
grinning from ear to ear.
Pictures of ships, cars, and planes,
people waving from the window of a train.

There's a face that  looks familiar,
I wrack my brain, 
but no matter how hard I try,
there is no date, 
and of coarse, I can't think of a name. 

A look at pictures of the past,
when the world went slower,not like now, 
when everything just goes rushing past.


Copyright © 38 Tango | Year Posted 2007


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Photo Album

            

So many faces,
in so many  places.
All with a smile upon their face,
grinning from ear to ear.
Pictures of ships, cars, and planes,
people waving from the window of a train.

There's a face that  looks familiar,
I wrack my brain, 
but no matter how hard I try,
there is no date, 
and of coarse, I can't think of a name. 

A look at pictures of the past,
when the world went slower,not like now, 
when everything just goes rushing past.

 







Copyright © 38 Tango | Year Posted 2007


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Contagious laughter

I hear a stranger,
Laugh from across the room,
It catches my attention.
immediately makes me smile,
Without intention.

He laughs again.
This time louder.
My teeth are now showing,
My smile has become broader.

I feel the need to look over there,
who’s laughing?
Who’s smiling?
Who’s sitting in that chair?
He has tears in his eyes.
He’s grinning from ear to ear.

He can’t contain his movement.
Almost like he’s moving in rhythm, 
Like a dance of happy attunement.

I look around the room,
notice everyone is looking.
But he doesn’t care,
He’s too busy enjoying the moment,
He doesn’t care about the stares.

Everyone is smiling soon,
these strangers,
in this room,
are all starting to smile too.
Some are even laughing, 
to a story they never knew.
And never shall.
But it doesn’t matter,
the joy in this man,
has brought joy to us all.

5/5/2018
Kale Brereton


Copyright © Kale Brereton | Year Posted 2018


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God's house for Christmas

L.D. Hayworth,
my friend of 14 years was called to God's house to celebrate Christmas today, 
As he is joined by his mother and family. He will be dearly missed by those who knew him and loved him. I sit here with this waterfall on my face, telling myself he is in a better place and it's okay to morn your friends final breath of air. just don't get carried away, having greedy thoughts of him being physically here,putting him back into all the suffering isn't fair. Reminding myself, he is the happiest he's been, reunited with loved ones, gone before him. Most of all closing my eyes, seeing him sitting there being embraced by his mothers arms once more, grinning from ear to ear.

Written by:

Patrick Hill
12/02/1014


Copyright © Patrick Hill | Year Posted 2014


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New shoes

As a child I can remember,
How kids would point and whisper.
I ran every time to hide,
So they wouldn't see my cry.
     My teacher found me,
 in the bathroom on the floor.
A tear falling down her cheek,
As she stood at the door.
She knelt down beside me, asked if I was ok?
I answered back, "this happens every 
day.
My shoes on my feet, 
Have holes obviously.
We have no money for clothes.
I'm going thru things I don't understand. 
I'm sure you already know."
 My Daddy works everyday of the week,
To pay for Mama's medicine.
He told me just the other day,
Soon shes leaving to go to heaven.
My teacher then wrapped her arms 
around me and asked," is there anything I can do?"
In that same sentence,
 she said wait a minute,
Can we meet up after school?"
Yes ma'am I answered, what was going on? 
Am I in trouble? What did she need?
When I got home from school that day,
 There she stood, by the kitchen sink.
She sat down, next to me,
grinning from ear to ear.
I hope you like my gift to you.
You deserve these my dear.
As I opened the box,
 I could see,
the strings of my new shoes,
My teacher bought just for me.


Copyright © Chelci Biggs | Year Posted 2018


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Hexagonal Prism

Hear the silence passing from sphere to sphere,
As if mocked in private grinning from ear to ear,
Cosmic thunder starts from nothing for nothing was always here,
Infinity shudders and quakes then another reappears,
Liquid in dimensions but solid in existence to epoch a cosmic year,
Fusion in parsecs burning out nonsense to simply disappear, 
A lonely earth because in this birth we hide all that we fear,
Coexist when nothing makes sense is an ancient curse we must persevere.


(2017)


Copyright © Corwin Donovan | Year Posted 2017


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An Ode To My Son


Am I proud of son Scottie Naw... he's just the absolute joy of my extra long life Count my blessings must have chosen the right road to be rewarded like this If I knew what it was would write a book so others could benefit from my experience Don't think it was all that extraordinary but the result in any case is a loving soul with a kind heart one that this old dad is so appreciative of I'm grinning from ear to ear sticking out my chest in pride!


Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2018


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Sit on the deck

I came to a decision in life
Did not want to see any strife
Had to get away
It was there I would stay

I stayed for quite a time
Some of this does not rhyme
But then I had returned
A valuable lesson learned

I wandered around for awhile
Saw some things that went out of style
After drinking a couple of beer
I started grinning from ear to ear

I’m as cheerful a drunk
As any young punk
So why don’t you come out here
And join me for a beer

We shall sit on the deck
And say what the heck
Then maybe go back inside
Or go for another ride


Copyright © john bernard | Year Posted 2009


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England Winning

When we Loose

We console ourselves 

With its all about taking part

But when we Win

Its all about Winning

And Grinning from ear to ear

And shedding a tear

So come on England

Everyone of us has had enough of just taking part

It feels much better now we are Winning

And I promise you the nation will never stop grinning 

So keep calm and carry on

The Dream is still On 





Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2018