Son Growth Poems

  Tender is the touch 
    of her hands
  as she tucks her baby
    into his crib...

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Unfolding each year 
budding into a young man 
sleep causes his surge...

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Hate is the souvenir from lips,
who echo darkness,
words like swords, piercing 
into soft flesh, hearts 
breaking beneath the weapon’s
sickening crack, words 
erasing the hope of...

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Route, pronounced either ROOT or ROWT, is pronounced ROWT in this poem.
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Jesus came down and lived with us, he felt our pain.
He shared his love...

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Go please before the door, and let me in, let me in;
Keep my head above the waters I must swim, so swim;
Happy and joyous am...

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life is full of treasures
sitting looking out at the courtyard
she is not comely
but has the most precious smile
it radiates in the brightest sunny day
her little...

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Darkness is all around me, where is the light?
Have I been blinded, and lost my sight?
Wherever I look, the truth I cannot see.
This is not,...

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Yesterday 
My son was born, distress
Gave way to Joy
From my womb into my
Arms
Godly blessing was the 
Boy.

Yesterday
My son was born, blowing
Bubbles, running wild
Catch a rainbow,...

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Shame and guilt sabotaged mine healthy growth...

and let yours truly not forget emasculation
that prickly emotional immobilization
whereby these lovely bones 
subject courtesy senescence 
upon cremation reduced...

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They planted me – threw dirt over my heart and soul
Planted, though, I learned to hear hope and joy, 
Listen to the beautiful – fed...

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So, what is Beauty?

One may say
it is the rose

another, perhaps, would say
luscious lips, and a cute ski nose

a loving mother would say
definitely her children

a proud...

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Please enter,
What is with your 'box of toys' (noise)?
Accusations and slander,
'Get on with it, lad.' In the streets of London,
Spreading your propaganda, 'Days a-dawning' (morning).
One's...

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I went to my son’s open house last night
Hand in hand to meet my ex, his mother
His classroom was adorned with delight
Doting parents greeted each...

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The ambulance ride only lasted
For 10 minutes.
Delilah was in Labor now
Experiencing strange labor
Sensations. They were orgasms
Dolly didn't want to admit that.
Most of both families swept...

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Consuming happiness to the point of no return, no return
I let the fires in my bosom burn on and on and on
Resuming on with my...

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