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BOTTLING IT ALL UP
It is hard to express my emotions that are trapped inside
I still just have not recovered since from the day you died
Mom . . . : (
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A SAILOR'S FAREWELL
"weeping willow cry not for me, for I am away to sail the seas"
Indiana Shaw . . .
"The Weeping Willow, his Mom" . . . : (
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Christmas time;
Christmas time;
Christmas time is here.
All that shopping you have done,
make it so dear.
Christmas time;
Christmas time;
Christmas time is here.
The tree looks rare and not so bare.
All those gifts for mom and dad make
this time the best you've ever had.
You've waited all the year and now it's here.
So don't despair; you can do it all again next
year.
Happy Birthday Baby Jesus
You are the Reason for the Season.
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When blackened at that time,
as the fate of this country,
In the Dai Nippon colonial era,
the baby was born.
Childbirth is true fate.
breastfeeding as God's gift,
laudatory nature and remarkable deeds.
Nothing for partus sequitur ventrem,
children born not to slaves.
Mom, who nine-monthed him,
happy and grateful.
The baby was exceptional.
The Colonial Army never sets claws,
unexpected obstacles,
grounding and sinking.
Where?
Who?
Naqaba, walked,
followed a narrow path.
The Guru,
Sekumpul.
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If I were a boy, even just in a dream.
I'll give my girl flowers everyday.
I'd let her know how much she's loved
and assure no tears fall from her eyes.
If I were a boy one day I wake up,
I'll kiss her eyes 'til she drops.
I'll lay her down in a bed of roses.
I'll carry her 'til we reach the heaven's door.
If I were a boy even for an hour.
I'll tell her exactly who I am.
I will not cave in the shadow of my past.
I'll give her the happiness that lasts.
If I were a boy,
I'd keep the love on fire.
I'll respect my mom, sisters, and wife.
I'll be my kid's greatest model dad.
If I were a boy,
I would be a real man.
Who knows exactly what makes a man,
who can't be moved by other woman.
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Someday
When again your world comes crashing down
I will weep without a sound
When you are locked away a huge part of me is right there with you
How many more times will it take to get that the easy way to success
Is almost always the wrong way and cannot be kept
Exactly what does success mean for you
If it is merely monetary as it seems
Your world will continue to crash
How many times can a mother’s heart crash and not break
Angelo’s mom
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Please don't cry over my casket
For I am not there
Please don't cry at my grave
My soul has been set free
I know it's hard not to cry
We've been down this road one to many times
I have no more pain
I have no more sickness
And I wouldn't change a thing
As I walk threw the gates of Heaven
Mom Dad our brothers and our sisters
Will welcome me with open arms
Here I am free
Don't blame yourself
It was my time to go home
This is where I'm supposed to be
Don't dwell on things which you can not change
I will always be in your heart
I will always be watching over you
When that day comes for you to come home
I will be there to welcome you
With open arms
And walk you through the gates of Heaven
You will be greeted by our family & friends
Who came home before you
Until that day I will be watching over you
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To "Spud" my special little hamster
"Spud" - my little hamster in late April popped his clogs
Now buried in a grave in the garden underneath the sod
With some of his hamster food that I did not want to waste
I threw it in the garden to give the birds something to taste
Now my garden is filled up with huge golden sunflowers galore
And with it now my beautiful little "Spud" lives on forever more
I will tend to these sunflowers until their time with me is spent
Remembering all the times of "Spud" my hamster heaven sent
Love you Son - Love Mom x x x
"Spud" as seen in my profile picture - God bless your little cotton socks
Indiana Shaw . . . -_-
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Dear Son
We haven't met yet, Well not per-say,
First think I want to say,
Know that with my heart I love you,
I love you with my whole heart and soul,
I know that i haven't seen you yet,
Don't fret you'll be one charmer of a guy,
I hope your first words are daddy,
That would make your mother cry,
She is here too,
she thinks you can hear her even though your no bigger than an eye,
I heard her sing you a song,
I had to try and convince her that
dust flew in my eye,
Truth it made me cry,
I'm trying to be poetic,
I'm as good as cat in the hat,
After that I'm no good,
For you my first, my only,
The poetry I speak is truth,
My dearest son I'd be crushed
if anything happens to you,
I can't wait to teach you catch,
Mom says school comes first,
I'm jumping the gun,
We haven't even met in person,
My only begotten son,
I know this might sound weird,
I know you already, I don't know how,
I don't know why, I just know it's true,
Dear Son I love you.
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What use to be so very handsome
Very good looking and fine guys.
I am sure are a painful sight.
In any mother's eyes.
The street recruited most by mere surprise.
Unknowingly it was a down payment.
Unseen the enemy lay.
In darkness patiently await the collection.
Now walking pictures.
Some with reflections on non recognition.
Refusing any resources of rescue.
The once promised.
Lives are now filled with grave disparity.
Walking daily down the stairs of death.
Walking in pairs.
Some walk alone.
With the common denominator being.
The streets have now become home.
My heart goes out to the parents.
Whether living or already gone on.
I sympathize with loved ones.
Those that are left.
After mom and dad have transitioned on.
To painfully endure the brokenness.
Of hurtful choices with a dim future.
Now living in demise.
Those painful tears now fall.
From the next generations eyes.
When the day of death come.
The enemy jumps for joy.
Paid in full he collects his prize.
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These long days of summer
seemed longer than most,
and I recount the changes
as the season draws closed.
You turned a year older
and learned how to drive.
You tried some new things;
God knows how you survived.
You learned about friendship
and boundaries were drawn.
You learned about trust
and who you could count on.
I sat back and listened.
I tried not to spy.
I watched as your heart broke
and I tried not to cry.
I witnessed the changes
as the distance kept growing
until you drifted away
without even knowing.
As your mom I can see things
that you can't understand
because your heart's still a child
though your body, a man.
This summer brought changes;
so many it seems,
but the greatest of all
is between you and me.
I'll fight for my little boy.
I will hold tight your hand
and help you traverse
your path to a man.
It's going to get bumpy;
This road isn't smooth,
but if we're steadfast together,
the reward will be huge.
I don't want to lose you
and I won't let you fail
so one step at a time.
Inhale. Exhale.
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I'm only twenty- five,
living half of my life.
Looking for true love,
Not every man has.
A not so pretty I am,
still searching for man.
Who knows how to respect his mom,
An honest heart ,a loyal one.
World will turn only with mine.
He will not pick a flower for me,
instead draw it in a piece of sheet.
The one who will not promise anything,
I need a man that full of dreams.
And in his dream I see a maiden,
wearing a crystal-white long dress,
walking in the aisle,
offerring her a ring.
Soon he'll be a father to her kids.
A playmate,a poet and a geek.
He is a man who'll save my soul.
Who will be there from dusk 'til dawn.
He will take my hands for a whole night dance,
Enveloped me with his rockey-arms.
A man who will love me when my skin get dried,
Who can be happy when life turns down.
Who will kiss my lips,will love my smile.
The one who's willing to risk his life.
This man I'm wanting sure does exist.
Where to find him?
Still a wish I keep.
All I ever wanted is to end this life,
Lying on his chest 'til I close my eyes.
Someday I know he'll be found.
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We were born with out the choice of choosing to be a girl or boy,
But we are here.
We never asked to be part of your life
lying with my mom smiling
Kissing caressing and creating life
My day birth has arrived and gone
Certainly its a day, that is less important because I'm A boy!
Not what you wanted
Snips and Snails Puppy Dog Tails..
Without a mention of a fairy Tale
But you fully do not accept this boys life! Because I am not a girl!
Mom at one time was great!
Now in a distant blur, she was just a fun date!
She was Never to be your wife! As a result
I am never to be close to you, because I am the forgotten son.
Maybe girls really rule the world and if not, at least in yours.
We eat
We feel
We want to be held and told that,I am here for you Son, but then we are not girls. We are just forgotten souls
The forgotten sons.
But what about us?
My mom has been with me from the beginning to the finish line, she loves me o so much, I can always feel her touch! Because I am her unforgotten son!
All I know is, if and when I have a son, he would never become a forgotten son.
I must be strong
Hold on Move on towards
Being a true man. I give thanks to my mom,. The one who always says to me you Can! In her world I am Not Forgotten!
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Words for Annie….
Sometimes Annie, we ask the question why?
Why does God allow us to lose a husband or a wife?
We just accept that He chooses to take loved ones to become angels,
And that they will be protectors of the ones we cherish in life.
I want you to let you in on a little soft spoken secret,
I’m apologizing for leaving you pregnant with a broken heart,
Along with the guilt, dishonor and sadness,
Knowing what I know now, is that you loved me and your art.
Annie please forgive me for all the hurt that I caused you,
Over all the past years of never ending or forgotten pain,
I was young, compulsive and a punk with an ego,
Yet Christ redeemed me by His blood that was slain.
You are and will always be my Annie and I am so very proud of you.
You have the strength and courage of a warrior and you deserve the best.
I do not carry around “up here” any harsh feelings or anger,
And please do not get discouraged, this is all a part of Gods request.
Annie, what we shared together was amazing and true,
Even though there were moments of time we wish erase,
I’m glad we got to share that brief moment in time.
I’ll be waiting here for you, to see your smile again in this Heavenly place. I love and miss you Annie….
05-17-14 For my mom and (my daddy who passed away before I was born.)
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Adoption Pantoum
By Victoria H. Peurifoy © 8/2010
His conception was a surprise
Mom is mad as hell, wants me under a jail
Daughter ages ten years in the process
Marriage is not in the plan
Mom is mad as hell, wants me under a jail
Counselor is making suggestions
Marriage is not in the plan
Give up the child or keep the child
Counselor is making suggestions
Takes one time to make a mistake
Give up the child or keep the child
Want to go to the prom in a dress bordered in daisies.
Takes one time to make a mistake
Give up the child, make mommy happy.
Want to go to the prom in a dress bordered in daisies.
Don’t tell daddy, he’s away, doesn’t need to know
Give up the child, make mommy happy.
Sign away your first born and mourn
Don’t tell daddy, he’s away, he really doesn’t need to know
I heard he was trying to reach me
Sign away your first born and mourn
When he searched for me, mom sent him away
I heard he was trying to reach me
Wonder if he’s fair, brown eyes, and can sing?
When he searched for me, mom sent him away
They changed his name, took away the one thing I gave him
Wonder if he’s fair, brown eyes, and can sing?
Take away the shame, the blame and the pain.
They changed his name; took away the one thing I gave him
Friends cried for him and me when they saw him.
Take away the shame, the blame and the pain.
Lord, will I see my son before you take me away?
Friends cried for him and me when they saw him.
Daughter aged ten years in the process
Lord, will I see him before you take me away?
His conception was a surprise.
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More pure than a lake of baptized sins
I just wanna get money and match my friends
She wash in Lake Minnetonka with a devilish grin
Her seductiveness pulls me in
While I watch it pour purple drizzles all over her chin
Then I drift
No one cares about me being alive
and that’s why I live
Why I live though
My phone doesn’t ring
As I sit in the crib bro
Whomever I shall vent to
I feel my words being recycled
Maybe the CIA sent you
I can’t recognize my rivals
Greeks disassociate from the king
I don’t believe in false idols
I grieve alone and dream of Ma & dee
Grandma passing left me with nothing
I trust no one
I’m uncomfortable in my own home
Self destruction like a veteran bum
this is some great rum
I hate complaining I’m no cry baby or whineo
But alcohol could save me from being unhappy in certain places
Pretending I’m not aging
Remember the litigations with my son mom
Is still complicated
And if I die today
I’ll be number one dad in y’all faces
Take my pride away
I walk tall with all faith in
Trust shattered
I’m up to bat
So nothing matters
I give up
Im damaged
Insecure
I hear the drunken laughter
Reluctant chatter
I’m so dumb to even love you
After this
I found my favorite sorority girl and smashed her
I got married and divorce without judge Mathis
What’s today’s mathematics
I never interact with static
I’m much more foward
Then most actors
I’m the black Jim carrey
But I had the mask on backwards
She sent me 5 attachments
Her Glo was realer
Than all my baggage
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A brother’s love for his sister;
a brother's love ALWAYS protects you... a sister's love ALWAYS follows you
Must be in placed always;
It’s never tarnished, never blisters;
A brother must along with father;
ALWAYS…
Protect His,
Sister.
For God has loan her to him ( to you)
It’s a spiritual duty,
Cause sisters must keep;
Until she’s grown-up,
And a man sweeps her off her feet;
And always, always never let the sun go down;
Without saying I am SORRY;
Siblings together, spirit blood ties;
Loaned from God for a little while,
ALWAYS, ALWAYS.
Along with Father God, Mom and Or Dad...
Admonish, Protect and Love;
In sickness and fever blisters,
never ever dissed her,
she’s God daughter she-glisters,
Holy angels kissed her,
never shall you missed her,
Assist her, consider her feelings, never dismissed her,
Enlister,
Don't resist her,
be clear to her don’t be a tongue twister,
Do not hate her
Embrace her
never unsister,
Love ALWAYS YOUR SISTER
Siblings together, spirit blood ties
Loaned from God for a little brief while
ALWAYS, ALWAYS,
Along with Father God, Mom and Or Dad
Admonish, Protect and Love;
Until Jesus or her husband comes…
You her brother are 5th in line to protect her
For God has said she is your part
Both you and her share a heart
Never dislike nor hate your sibling
Always protect and love your sister
Don't resist her,
Do not hate her
ALWAYS Embrace her
never unsister,
Love ALWAYS, ALWAYS LOVE YOUR SISTER
A dedicated verse to Brother and Sister Dilan and Savannah Sorensen
Dilan’s Verse
10/4/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
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He was a father
Now he's just an example of a man with feather
Flying away from his responsibilities after/
All those words he altered.
Maybe he thought we won't survive
Mother struggled in difficulties to keep us alive
With her/our dreams will revive
With sorrows and frustrations her heart danced to painful jive.
She had no trust but being a single mother with two
Negative side her heart askew
Because she could not bear the transformation of what was cool
Now her heart is blue.
That was 16 years ago
When he left us below
It was like running a company without a CEO
In our minds/ depressions overflowed
It changed our personalities
Gave us new mentalities
And gave Mom a painful opportunities
To drunkenness as her new oddities
Because of the deep sense of frustration we felt
Her lungs turned into a pathway for alcohol
And her system began its storeroomSoon she became a habitual drunkard
My brother bathed with notorious attitude
Evaluating problems that was equivalent to gangsterism
And buried education on the knobs of cigarettes
Turned into a daily observer for the street
I have always been a quiet and a shy person/but the hate I had for him it made me bitter than the word itself
I was depressed and miserable
I lived unhappy for so long that I no longer enjoyed the feeling of happiness.
My childhood was the hardest journey
I was surprised how I had such good friends
They wallpapered me so much love
From that moment I believed I can be great with or without him
I had to forgive my father but I also decided to forget him
That was the best remedy.
I now live a fulfilling life filled with abundant happiness and peace of mind.
© Artistic Poet
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Everywhere she went
She sprinkled some ashes
Leaving a part of him
Releasing a bit more of her sadness
lessening that ache
as she celebrated him
remembering his goodness
I was not everywhere
still I took part in the ritual
releasing a bit of my own sadness
As I remembered him
I held back the tears
Instead I let a smile cross my lips
He had lived his life well
His ashes were sprinkled in a family orchard
at the base of a tree
A place of great beauty
Spectacular like his soul
His ashes of the end of a dock on lake Okanagan
Oh how he loved the beach
Wishing to play along the waters edge
like the big kid he was at heart
But he'd never learnt how to swim
Still his ashes floated with ease
Now he has no limitations
I left a bit of him on a sailboat
So he can be carried to new places
After all he loved to travel
His ashes came with us to Italy
In spirit he was part of our adventure
I laughed when my mom told me
She spinkled him in the Vatican
She was gleeful
My mom the rebel
Playful and brave
One of the many reasons he loved her so
He was with us in Florence
His essences there along ancient streets
In vineyards
and quaint villages
We traveled to the Amalfi Coast
Along winding roads
More like a donkey path than a highway
Mom in the backseat saying oh shit
Not usually one to swear
Bob's ashes in her pocket
I don't know if she thought of him then
Later she remembered their time in Greece
He was never far from her mind
Somehow this ritual
Made me smile
It is added to my memory
Allowing me to be thankful for Bob
For mom
For a life well lived
For a love well loved
A soulmate celebrated
Appreciated
and remembered!
For Judy's contest about mom's
This poem I wrote about my mom speaks to what an amazing woman she is.
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Each new day, my imperfections are on display,
I'm not perfect, but I'm here to stay,
I get jealous even after telling you that am cool with it,
I preach communication but l go silent when am in pain,
With depression overclouding me,
Loosing several days of memories with this heart that is ten times softer than yours,
I start endless fights with you because am not perfect,
I make mistakes, l make errors, l flop because am not perfect,
I got no smooth lines, no long texts to impress you with because am just not perfect,
I can be territorial, that’s true, even jealous I guess,
Bedtime anger, scars from the past, which some created fears that might never perish,
I will slide in your DM, seeking connection, annoying, and boring you because am not perfect,
I always leave space for the worst, expecting history to repeat itself because am just not flawless,
I will questions once,twice,thrice,even ten times because once is just not enough for an overthinker person like me,
Every tiniest change is big enough to make me feel less of a woman because l just need assurance,
As much as l expect the worst, l expect inner-felt love, instant replies, random texts, long hugs,cuddles,night walks,open love because a little distance makes me worry too much,
I would even be jealous of those who have been there before me, because am just being insecure,
l wanna see your mom, your sister, your friends even your Ex’s because am just too curious to think l fit in,
I cry at every tiniest argument we get into, l overthink, l become moody, l worry too much, l over-express myself, l do too much because am just not a perfect,
I can be irritating sometimes, squeezing myself in your arms, sitting on your laps, sleeping ontop of you because close is never close enough for an imperfect person like me,
Am so flawed, but I'll put in work for you.
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In great respect of the band I grew up listening to
as sure as Mom passed down Saturday Chores
for I had been chosen to scrub bathroom floors `
Yet a familiar sound would bring me to keep scrubbing
The red album, The blue album , The White album
Then .. Abbey Road , always remembering the sad look on
Ringo's face , something hard to understand underneath~
I get it now, what you were saying all those years ago ,
the many sad lonely tears , secret tears , secret fears
For Maxwell's Hammer was a real one . It wanted silence
Going back ..remembering when John Lennon died
I was in Arkansas saddened with the world .
Then seeing his face saying " Drag isn't it "
No .. this was not my hero in music and song .
he was a stand in hired William , he filled his shoes
bringing diversity to create so much beautiful music from loss
One left standing , alone;; grief struck on back cover ~
The other identity hidden, tried to be part of ..coming together
his world of secrets
He to suffers today , in fear , Faul~
Too many years gone by .let us tell the Truth. Let us be free
The very sad long and winding Road ~
Let us Bury our real Paul.
No more " Mystery tour "
No more fear
Let him be in peace ~
Inspired by " The Last Testament of George Harrison , Is Paul Dead ? "
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I’m a dog stuck on a lease I’m stuck in this non release stupid thing why won’t let me go free?
Why don’t they care I got feelings too? And I can feel pain too I can’t leave the house cause he’s gonna get mad? Hitting me asking me to get up .why do you hurt me like this I thought you loved me but you like to see me black and blue in my face you hit my eye all the time I can’t leave I try everyday that he gets mad at me and snaps on the daily I even had someone to pick me up cus he found my phone slammed it onto a wall and didn’t let me call for help while he choked me on the floor while I’m begging for my life nobody helped me that night they ignored what happened and turned the blind eye that’s America tho wtf you expect from the American eyes he said don’t run away my trophy wife so now I’m stuck make him nice and proud by being what he wants me to be even if I’m not really happy
I even called my mom to help get me out the situation but she said I put myself there and gotta figure out my own solution but why you just wanna see struggle why would you let him hit me and take his side in everything?
She said that I’m a crazy bi tch cause she wanna up my mental she tryna keep me clear from my whole family tryna get them to turn cus my bipolar 2 is worsening
I don’t wanna leave him to I’m stuck I feel groomed and I can get up but what’s the point I’m alone in the world no friends and all, family was supposed to be family but they never helped and came through for me they wanna me to rot and try to get my own help
I can’t really leave him he really won’t let me he chains up my brain like it’s on a fu cking leashe I can’t escape I feel like if I do I’m gonna be alone on my own with nothing and I don’t wanna feel that pain again, not having not even a friend but Atleast around that time my family was around but now my bipolar got worse nobody wants me around except for the one person who put me on a tight rope I can’t break so now I feel reliant on them he gonna help me out one day I am my fathers daughter so I can definitely change him only issue is as much I wanna believe that’s true, I can’t change someone I’ve been tryna change for 3 years I have to lie to myself that I’m happy and stable in this toxic ass house just pray one day I make it out I spill my guts to get it out please don’t come at me and call me a clown cus I get it I feel as stupid as people think I am now they killed me inside and now I’m a walking piece of rotting flesh on the inside out
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