My Child
My Child
My child
oh how you grown
My child
My child
are you ready to fly
My child
My child
You can do it
My child
My chil
I am always with you.
Categories:
chil, inspirational, life, love,
Form: Blank verse
T-he twilight goes away,
E-arly by the daybreak;
R-ise of the sun begins,
E-ndorsing no heartache.
S-ee the twilight goes away, as the dusk passes by;
A-fter they both fade, dark shadows say goodbye.
J-ust let the dawn come up,
A-pril twenty-fifth Tuesday;
C-ancel the evening chil,
L-et the twilight go
A-way.
Categories:
chil, birthday,
Form: Acrostic
she is
whispering
sun is shining
the secret to the
easy bliss
the weather is fine
almost whispering
follow your joy your
passion
without expectations
i could see the
natural mys-
tic in the
air
detached attachment
you will know then
what and when
play like a chil-
ld joyful no-
t expectin
i could hear the red
of the roses
dont be afraid of the
unknown
live here
this mo-
ment
sun is setting
we are con
jugating
Categories:
chil, allusion,
Form: I do not know?
Be patien T ear down your neighbor
Have fait H ate God
Don’t tell a li E schew the truth
Your reward is God’s kingdo M ake money your God
Be wise like the Mag I gnorance is bliss
Be a good shepher D ishonor your parents
Be meek like a chil D efy God’s laws
Live a life tranqui L ive in the fast lane
Practice virtu E vil rules you
Treat your spouse wel L ust after another's mate
God’s traits begin with Omn I dolatry is Satan’s way
Slothfulness is si N eglect your duties
Don’t walk the middle lin E mbrace tempation
Written Oct. 20, 2015 by Andrea Dietrich
for the Creative Layout Contest of Broken Wings
Categories:
chil, religion,
Form: Acrostic
start with a smile
be god chil;d
reach out
no doudt
take someone hands
help them stand
set golds and plan
hate aband
allways be ware
this is
HOW TO START THE NEW YEAR
Categories:
chil, devotion, fantasy, forgiveness,
Form: Light Verse
African Child
Today i hear and heard the cry oh! that
I'm one;
For the Pain of the past Flashes the
SOWETO.
Though and not of the pain
But the cry tells for sentiment
these day it is remembered
And the road is not diverged.
Take hold of the Child,And
though i'm a child;
Happy today 'cos its the day of
Plenty laughter.
Tow are not a Child
But the one when called to
Grow;
African Child is all of the time,and not
Some of the time,the Fiction of
Socials.
16/06/2004(1:30am)
Categories:
chil, black-african amercry, day,
Form: Ode
“The flower of youth,” that’s what Ma said,
the day we packed the wagon.
She tussled my hair and planted a kiss
on my cheek and tin cans to the tail gate draggin’
My bride, my Peg, she hopped on aboard
while her Ma, Nellie, stood by bawlin'.
Dad stood by the farm house door
and Ole Red stood aside him howlin'.
We left from Pennsylvania aimed for Oregon
I’m not sure we woulda gone if we’d new,
all the loss a comin’ afore the shores of Avalon,
land of milk and honey, where apple trees are strewn.
Peg-a-my-heart, fair she was, and our baby she was carrying,
we’d lose that chil’, I’d lose my Peg, before we hit Missouri .
I sold the wagon, and bought them a stone, markin' the place I’d laid them
and off I went on a cattle drive a broken man in a hurry.
A cowboys life was all I had, a horse and my whiskey
and every night afore I’d sleep I’d sing “Oh, Peg-o-my heart…I miss ye”
*this was what it was like to be a cowboy
Categories:
chil, cowboy-western, dedication, depression, devotion,
Form: Rhyme
Shush my child
Sleep awhile
Close your eyes
My honey baby.
Lips so sweet
tiny feet
Sleep awhile
My honey baby
Lashes long
Red cheeked born
Sleep awhile
my honey baby.
Eyes of blue
precious too
Sleep awhile
my honey baby.
Shush my child
Sleep awhile
Go to dreamland
honey baby.
When you rise
no surprise
Ma will kiss
Her honey baby.
http://www.flutetunes.com/tunes.php?id=109
Categories:
childhood
Form: Lyric
I got off the last crazy train five minutes ago.
now I'm walking up this stairway to heaven with the sweet chil o' mine
that sings a bohemian rhapsody while I'm knocking on heavens door.
Now its late, and hotel california its 35 miles away.
I saw a sing along the road and it read:
Welcome to the jungle "where smells like teen spirit day and night"
Thunderstruck as I walked,I didn't care.
I was bad to the bone.
Categories:
chil, music
Form: Free verse
GRANDMA STOOD OVER THE STOVE
BOILING WATER AND CUTTING UP Vegetables
AND MEAT FOR Sundays DINNER
BEEF STEW
I CALLED OUT TO HER
I WALKED OUT INTO THE KITCHEN
AND SHE WAS STANDING THERE WITH TEARS IN HER EYES
I SAID GRANDMA WHAT’S WRONG
SHE SAID NOTHING CHILD
NOW GO BACK TO THE TABLE AND HAVE A SEAT
I ALWAYS WONDERED WHAT WAS WRONG WITH GRANDMA I WOULD SEE
HER EVERYDAY
BUT SOMETIMES SHE DIDN’T WANT TO COME OUTSIDE AND PLAY
HER WEIGHT WAS GOING UP AND DOWN AND I ALWAYS ASKED HER WHY
SHE WOULD SAY OH CHIL’ NOTHING YOU’LL
LEARN ABOUT IT ONCE YOU GET OLDER
SHE ‘LL JUST SAY GRANDMA NOT FEELING TO GOOD
NOW CAN YOU COME AND BRAID MY HAIR FOR ME
GRANDMA HAD CANCER AND NOW I SEE WHY GRANDMA COULDN’T COME
OUT AND PLAY
I stand here in my kitchen over my crock pot with tears in my eyes
I WENT THROUGHT WHAT GRANDMA WENT
THROUGH I WISH THAT SHE WAS STILL HEre TODAY
I understood her from my own experience
Long after she’s gone
She’s still my hero
Categories:
chil, uplifting, cancer,
Form: ABC