Best My Children Poems

Drive mindfully, dear children, as you traverse hurdled highways of life,
Cognizant that adjacent to an oasis of joy, lies a desert brooding strife;
Assume charge of your chosen path, obey rules of road as you ride,
Pursuing life’s aspirations you vie, with compass of mind as your...

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You’re all in charge of authoring a story
Of love and humor, suspense and glory
You’re writing starts with your very first thought
And doesn’t end til your life is naught.

Know, My Dears, these books; your own
There are no cowriters; authors unknown
Flip those pages and make your quills...

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For My Children
-	Daniel Henry Rodgers

As dawn's first blush ignites the eastern sky—a cool
Caress of dew upon the breeze—and the birds' serenade
Pierces the silence, their notes ascending high.

The mist, like a spectral ballet, pirouettes, twirling
In the light. And the flowers, in their resplendent array,
Bloom, banishing the...

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Love that is fragile as a butterfly,
that lands in your palm,
with a glittering of color,
and with trust that you will care.
Allowing them freedom
to spread wings in the air.
When they are desperate for warmth,
a heart staying open.
Closing a fist,
a soul will be broken.
Caring enough
to keep open...

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To My Children

Your teeth are green.
Your hot breath reeks.
Your room is a mess.
Your clothing stinks.
Your voice is loud.
Your ears are deaf.
I am your maid
and personal chef.
I'm proud of you
and all your traits
Cause I'm the one
Who made you great.

Brenda Atry...

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out in the county and up the highway
anger hangs like lost voodoo over Miami
dances on bumperstickers
floats on airwaves
scars faces with perpetual glares
colors perceptions darkly
alters moods and
drives young men to football coaches
then army recruiters

anger that beats stepchildren
hunts coyotes for pleasure
and hangs corpses on barbed-wire fences
anger that...

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When the clock tops ticking
When the pump stops heaving,
When I go to my last sleep,
When no wind comes from the heap,

Don’t you feel sad,
Don’t you feel mad,
But rather be glad,
For nothing is bad.

From where I will be,
Though you can’t see,
I’ll be with you,
Helping you through.

So...

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I love Christmas
a special time
watching people smile
seeing children laugh
a blessing this year
in lieu of the grief
and illness around
we need to remember
it's a time to 
love one another
and show we care
there was a time
we were told
that wise men came
to see a child
this child grew up
he spoke...

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A solitary piece the diamond 
precious rare gem most treasured 
by those lucky enough to hold 
Once in possession, it is rarely out of grasp 
Like the gemstone, the mother 
requires exacting conditions 
to maintain her (family/) children’s love 
Treasured forever in her heart 
she...

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Annotated Achilles amends fallen frame amputees

Bulimic Barbies browse media monkey banalities

Cameo clouds cling to beaded breath curios

Dopamine dreams delineate check cash desires

Echo endophfins eulogize bullet brain excrement

Fecal folly fantasies reveal relevant frivolities

Gonadal grownups gulp secret scrotal generosities

Helical hemorrhoids hinder senior stricken hemocraps

Idiotic ideals idioiosyncrate postpartum...

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Have you ever thought about the Death of Christ?
Why did they crucify him?
If you read the story then you know
But what I ask is why didn't God stop them?
It's natural to protect our own
How could he let him be sacrificed?
For the good of all man...

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LIFE  PRECEPTS  AND  GOD



I want to mold no one, for what I believe   is suitable for me alone; 
Each must find a belief-path which suits perfectly, but suits no one apart.
Let me offer my beliefs only to show how a...

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Downward marriage falls seeking some relief
Children follow awkwardly, senses moan
Husband and wife acting out of belief
Three children entering chambers unknown

Locked in battle, the wife reaches for sword
Under advice, she unleashes all hells
Falsely accusing the husband deplored
Of abuse, harm, and hate to citadels

With one stroke of...

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He was six. Brown hair, brown eyes, with a round freckled face that longed.
His mommy had died two days earlier, in a tragic accident on her way to work.
I did not know him, we’d never met, but I knew his 16 year old sister, a...

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Lucas my son, you are my world
My amazing bundle of joy
Born 8 pounds and 8 ounces
Words cannot express the love I have for my baby boy
Your birth was difficult
We had alot to face starting out
But with all the pain and the emotional stay
I would do...

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