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Rain Song

Listen for me in the rain -
The rhythm never changes
The music stays the same
Listen for me in the rain -
It's as constant as the sunrise
The panacea for your pain

If I'm gone and you're weary
If your tears are cried in vain
If you need to know I love you ...

Throw wide your windows to the storm
And listen for me singing in the rain.

Listen for me in the rain -
A soft and certain cadence
A temperate refrain
Listen for me in the rain -
The fluid flow of harmony
The pattern unrestrained

If I've left and you're hurting
If your heart is sore again
If you need to know I'm near you ...

Just turn your face up to the sky
And listen for my voice within the rain.

Listen for me in the rain -
The movement of the water, sweet
As droplets fall arranged
Listen for me in the rain -
The gentle running metre
Its patter on the panes

If you and I are parted
If your sorrows still remain
If you need to know I love you ...

Just turn off all the sounds of life
And listen for my song inside the rain

Listen for me in the rain -
Nature's soothing melody
The atmospheric strain
Listen for me in the rain -
A wash of heaven's teardrops
As swollen clouds complain

If I'm no longer with you
If you need me to explain
If I need to reassure you ...

Just remember all the life it brings
Feeding rivers, lakes and springs
Remember you're my everything ...

And listen for me singing in the rain
The rain and I will always sing ...

Your name.

~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Sunshine And Showers" Poetry Contest, Robert Haigh, Judge & Sponsor.

~ 8th Place ~ in the "Uplifting Poetry Contest", Laura Loo, Judge & Sponsor.

~ 4th Place ~ in the "Best Rhyming Poem May thru July Poetry Contest", John Hamilton, Judge & Sponsor.

* Written for my children - I love you more than a thousand poems can convey ... you are my reason and my worth. *

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Solutions To Old Nursery Rhyme Complaints

I've often wondered who dealt with
fairy tale complaints. There seems to
be a lot of them among the fairy tale
acquaints.

Here are just a few suggestions I myself
if could, would make and maybe fairy Tale
land would be peaceful for heaven's sake.

Old Mother Hubbard had no bones in
her cupboard and her dog has no bone.
We could offer her Pease pudding and even
if it is nine days old, I am sure the dog would
be happy with the old crone.

Peter Peter Pumpkin eater, put his wife
in a shell, there he kept her very well.
There's no time to plead and pine nor 
no time to wheedle, if she would kiss him 
quick, he would be gone, and pop would go
that weasel.

Seesaw Margery Daw, Johnny got a new master
johnny only earned a penny a day because he
could work no faster. He should take lessons from
Peter Piper who could pick a peck of pickles and at
it became a master.

There was an old woman who lived in a house
exceedingly small, a man open his mouth and
swallowed woman, house and all. Maybe he should
of had some of the King's Blackbird pie and he could
have filled his tummy instead with a pie full of caw.

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The Family That God Gave to Me

The Family That God Gave to Me

I think about the family,
that God gave to me...
And think about where
 they'll spend eternity!

I think about the good times,
 that we've had.
And the trials we've faced...
Both good and bad!

God helped us to overcome
adversity together!
And proved his faithfulness...
Today and forever!

He showed us the Godly path,
 that we should follow...
And promised to be with us!
Today and tomorrow!

He's proven how
much he loves us!
And how much that he
cares for us!

Thank you my lord,
for all you do!
Where would we be?
If not for you?

You've proven yourself
over and over again!
Thank you so much,
for being our friend!

By Jim Pemberton

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My Dad

My Dad was Chicagoan.
He would light up a room just like my Mom.
He loved to fish ! He loved his beer .
He also designed a Octagon home in the 70's
Built custom by hand . I was very proud of Dad .

Alcohol hit our Family , a curse .
He left my Mom when I was 14 in Illinois.
To renew in California , leaving a trail of tears .
Meeting my step mom , my sisters age .
My 2 sisters they were accepted in her world .

Not I , I looked too much Like Mom . Told this all my Life .
She a petite Beauty , RN , real estate Broker .
I did not see why it was wrong to be like mom ?

I moved in with Dad, His new Wife , and 2 sisters
eventually . All three women were competing for my Father .
I was kicked out at 16 yrs.

Years do pass , you try and accept people places and things .
At the end of Dads life , he was calling me once a week .
I ordered a Engraved Clock for the Fathers day coming.
This was a issue for the Wife and sisters , never invited to his new home , 2 Decades ~My little Brother & I , never wanted .

Dad passed suddenly one sad Spring Day . Not one word from his wife , all 3rd party, how and when, Dad Died . being denied the right to his address , even to say goodbye .
Not being able to send my engraved clock .

"Dad Passed " received call from sister whom just stayed a week with me , I took her all around the sites here . "1st day I get call , you should come , 2nd Day after , Dad's been cremated already . " It was a lie.

I went anyway , finding the funeral home, the Funeral Director was appalled at the denial displayed.

He insisted I was given 10 minutes alone with Dad , my Birthright to say Goodbye , he was in dismay over the Hostility towards a daughter ~

I get to this room of mean relative's. His sisters , Mine, angry looks , hearing from a Aunt "What is she doing Here ! " I can't give nor reason or rhyme.

Shame to you and all that participated that wicked day.
Are you Glorified with Power? Denied the right to grieve ,

Left with no sane answers to give in hatred received by Blood . Some , just Spouses , telling me I had no right to Say Goodbye to my own Father , My DAD .

My Dad wanted me there , I know he did . I love Him and will never forget , his youngest girl whom looked like Mom . I know in my heart and dreams he speaks.
We all see when we leave . May God not allow any Son or Daughter to go through such Evil.

Thank-you Poetry Soup for returning my voice .

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I'm Sorry

 im sorry ive caused you pain.
i thank you for sticking by me through everything.
and not giving up on me. i dnt no what
i would do if you had given up on me.
 
Im sorry ive lied to your face and you knew it,
but you still loved me the same as before.
so i thank you.
i dont know if i would be here with you if you had given up on me.
 
im sorry ive broken your trust over and over,
and you still wanna trust me.
i thank you again.
i dont know wat i would have done if you didnt trust me.
 
im sorry ive done things behind your back,
even though i promised you i would never do them.
im sure you knw but you never said anything.
i wish you would have. it would have saved us all alot of pain
 
i thank you for never giving up on me.
i dont no how to tell you how much i love you.
 
mom i love you sooooooo much you wont ever no how much i love u and thank you for everything

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The Children

Leave me the hell alone she cries
Inside her aching head
I've had much more than I can take 
Sometimes I feel I'm dead
Oh shepherd don't your flock forsake 
Alone on Calvarys Hill
How much can a body take 
When your mind has had its fill
 
A light so bright and hopeful
A picture perfect birth
A world of wonder, laid before
This seedling of the earth
To nurture's but a wistful dream
A momentary lapse
A father wrapped up in himself
A mom lost in her past
 
Can harm I do while wishing
The Angels gentle hands
Embrace this failing empty shell
This web of empty strands
A love of love itself it seems
Of passion and desire
Turns Sailors into monsters
And Mothers into liars
 
What makes a wonder wonderful
What makes a blessing blessed
'Tis you alone we come to know
When not so self- obsessed
Lord, help us not to lose your light
And wallow in the dirt
And help instead to nurture
All we're given at our birth
 
A wish alone can guide us
If truth is what we seek
Protect the weak and hungry
The burdened and the meek
Lord, make me strong enough to show
The children in my care
Their path is guided by your light
Their Souls are in your care

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To My Children

To My Children

Love is just energy forever changing form, but indestructible.
The force determines the beloved from the lovers, mistakenly interchangeable.
Whereas the latter are the bones of thy ribs, you the beloved are the
        blood of my soul, the fruit of my loins.
Be mindful my children of the difference,
    lest you stray into a field that even angels avoid.

With the constancy of a love that feels neither highs nor lows,
Be assured my beloved that such feeling with no limits and no end, forever flows,
The rustle of breath from a gentle breeze will caress your face,
A reminder that the sensation may ebb but the warmth of my love is etched in its place.

My lovers I have loved so deep and true, often when desires are expended love also is consumed 
Feelings of love in extremes doped most men; 
   with no exception, the highs thereof drove me till the end. 
They say it was natural so love was never the issue but passion run rampant,
Like an eruption of hot lava, it fires, sizzles and falters then hardens when dampened.
 
Do not sit in judgment of the stirrings of my heart and the errors of my ways.
Indiscretion is mine and the right to stray yet earned I will, eventually pay.
Forgiveness I seek from she whom I vowed to keep,
But ‘Till death do us part’ a pledge I gave then, is an eternity outside my reach.

In the dying embers of that which is left in me, I strain to remember the sound of yesteryears.
From the mischievous toes, paces of woes, lows and swells till your wedding bells.
Of this life, have no fear my child, for to stand tall you know well, 
      to stand alone, only time will tell. 
You were raised hard; the rod was not spared for to survive you were prepared.
The hurt in your young eyes then, was noted with pain and sadly put aside.
But the tears I cried you never saw, only hoping that someday you will realise; 
I struggled to ensure you never meet hunger and ignorance, two very dear friends of mine.

I have loved you well the only way I know how; I have loved you good.
When my time is done only one-thing matters so do not let me be misunderstood.
Did I love deeply and was I loved truly in return?
I say yes to both and in doing so, I say yes to God.
I bless you my children and to yours, fare thee well.
 
T M Ioane

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A Mother's Regrets



When I lay down at night and put my weary eyes to rest,
that's when my mind begins to put me to the very test.
Thinking about the life I've led,  how could I let it go?
missing my children to the point the pain remains to show.
Recalling the memories of taking them to the park to play,
Now I have them questioning, "Why did she run away?"
I wish they knew how hard it was for me to keep trying,
When ever I've called, I've caught your grandma lying.
All I wanted was to do the right thing and get them back,
When denied that chance, I sadly turned to smoking crack.
 Moments of escaping the pain which is bound to always return,
Why did it seem to take so long  what God wanted me to learn.
What I would not give to hold my children in my arms again,
Never to part, but together a new life we could make begin.
I've learned alot of things from my  life's many mistakes,
To make everything better, trust  I'll do whatever it takes.
In the future I will take the time to listen to what they say,
going outside to watch them when they feel the need to play,
Now everytime the call my name I will never again ignore,
I promise to always pay attention more than I've done before.
Never would I have thought not to have them by my side,
ever since I've lost them, a part of me has gone and died.

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I Do Believe

The Family That God Gave to Me

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My Dad

I'm Sorry

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To My Children

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