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Painful Perspectives
Bullying in America
"About 77% of students have admitted to being the victim of of one type of bullying or another."
--www.bullyingstatistics.org
My stomach tightens once again
By now I know the drill
It doesn't matter what I do
Move on, scream out, stand still
My heartbeat throbbing louder now
As heavy footsteps near
My mouth, dry as a cotton ball
My shoulders hunch in fear
Suddenly, I feel the sting
My cheek turns cherry red
The smack has almost knocked me down
The pain shoots through my head
Now words so cruel they pierce my heart
I try to block the sound
My efforts useless yet again
Scars stain my soul deep down
I touch my flesh to feel it swell
My light begins to die
My head held low, I walk away
Too numb by now to cry...
"Approximately 30% of young people admit to bullying others."
---www.americanspcc.org
For me, each morning starts the same
No feelings, just routine
Commands and orders barked my way
"Get up! Get dressed! Get clean!"
I step into the blinding sun
Yet pause before I go
Just once to hear, "I love you dear."
The door slams; I should know
The sadness that I used to feel
Has slowly turned to rage
So off to school I stomp ahead
My heart locked in a cage
Not long after I arrive
I choose my timid deer
My heavy footsteps lead the way
Toward the scent of fear
My hand hits flesh; I feel relieved
To share my hidden pain
I utter words so cruel and vile
Too numb to feel ashamed...
"It is reported that 70.6% of young people say they have seen bullying in schools."
---www.americanspcc.org
Standing near my closest friend
I feel the tension rise
By now, I know what to expect
Not once am I surprised
My fingers tremble slightly still
As I await the scene
I fight the stinging in my eyes
Why is this world so mean?
I watch my best friend cower now
The same thing every day
I cringe for what's about to come
As predator seeks prey
My inner struggle swallows me
I long to take a stand
I fear the wrath if I intrude
Escape, I haven't planned
So helplessly I witness pain
Inflicted on my friend
I wish I had the courage to
Make the bullying end...
My name is James, born 1961
In Inverness, a small Scots town
To my father Andrew, and my mother Beryl
And Billy my brother, a pair of devils
In 67, we woke one night
Our house was ablaze, full of orange light
Our neighbour next door, for whatever reason
Started a fire, it must be crazy season
We had too move to a caravan park
By this time it,s three, to make a new start
My mother Beryl decide to leave
But the three of us left, never bothered to grieve
In the next few weeks, we ended in court
Two small children, in a marriage abort
We were asked to choose either Dad or Mum
But we ignored the parent, who went on the run
As we left the court, to start a new life
We felt sorry for Dad, as his illness was rife
He never told us that he was unwell
It would upset one of his boys, as the future will tell
Then came the night all parents dread;
Being told one of his boys is nearly dead
We were going to a boys club, on a Monday night
My brother was running so far out of sight
I turned the corner to see him ahead
No!! he's been hit by a van, Boom's Boom's dead
I ran to my father, sreaming and crying
I'm finding my life,at 7 - far too trying
After the funeral, and with my father unwell
We left Inverness, our eyes a swell
To go as two, and not three as before
It's like Mother Nature closed a door
So we headed west, to a place called Fort William
Was it in the stars, cause Billy " is " William
We moved there, as the air was so pure
Hoping my father will find his cure
For whatever reason, we left the above
We found no Angel or peaceful dove
So we headed back to Inverness
Fathers health decreasing, life still a stress
Over the next few years, i was fostered and loaned
In couples houses and children's homes
It was really strange in all those places
Different people, different faces
Then on the 16th of Feb - 76,
James, i was told, your dads very sick.
The cancer had taken your father away
To be with Billy, where you'll join them one day
In 77, i joined the Navy, as i promised my dad you see.
I did'nt enjoy it, i decided to leave
Back up north, where my futures to be
I wanted to have, what my parents had lost
And that was my aim, no matter the cost
see page 2 of 2, ty..
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/me.php
Time crawls by, as if determined to torture me in this state. Why won’t it go by faster? I want to get away from here. Away from this world.
Have you ever had the strong desire to just…go outside at midnight, and walk around? Happens to me all the time. Night is my favourite time. I can actually think when it’s dark. My thoughts aren’t jumbled up, they're actually faster.
Life…can be annoying. So many people to make fun of you. Even if they don’t say it out loud. Just the way they act or look at you. It hurts. I’ve been bullied since I was in 5th grade. Picked on, shoved, and made fun of. You know what? LOOK AT ME NOW. All that bullying, the constant attacks on my already fragile esteem, look at who it’s made me. Emotional, likeable, versatile and dynamic. Without all of that, I wouldn’t be who I am. So thank you. You’ve effectively made a guy who HAS A HEART AND SOUL.
But who knows what’s going on with me? Over the years it’s added up. Now for unapparent reasons at random times I get SO depressed that I don’t want to be ‘here’ anymore. I just want to move on, get out of this life. Start a new one…you thought I was talking about killing myself? No. I’m not like that. Anymore. At least I think I’m not…
What I REALLY hate is being called ‘emo.’ My sister calls me Goth. She doesn’t even know what that means! Anyway, emo. WHY?! Do I look emo to you?! Maybe I do. And you know how many people look at me as if they're thinking “oh, he’s emo. He cuts himself and cries because he’s a wimp.” Well guess what? THAT’S NOT WHAT EMO IS. Emo=Emotional. Yes, if you were wondering, I am emotional. And yes, I do get depressed a lot. And I like emo music (its good music, wtf?) But I don’t like to be called emo, or scene, or Goth, or whatever. I may not show it, and I may agree with you on it when you call me it, but it pisses me off. Big time.
I once took a personality test. Out of 100, I got an 70 in the emotional category. The average for a 15 year old guy like me is 50. Give or take 5. I also got an 82 in the creativity/intuitive category, and I'm 82% introverted. And 77% Perceiving instead of judging.
So please don’t call me emo. Because I really am “emo.” But I don’t like to be called it. People always think I'm weird when they hear that pertaining to me. And it hurts. So Don’t. Do. It.
Form:
childhood (puzzle poem)
Dancing to the Jackson 5 at three in the morning
Burning marshmallows on a campfire
Bananas and chocolate with mom
Sitting under the awning in the rain, listening to baseball
running from cicadas
The smell of cigarettes on dad’s jacket
kissing Billy in the dark
That time dad called the White House and got through
Picking blackberries with aunt barb
Sneaking into a movie theater with the girl next door
Eating alone at lunch, too shy to make friends
My brother falling in a hole in the road
Fishing for crawdads, then being too afraid to touch them
Scaring my sister with daddy long legs
Waking up in the hospital after a seizure
Getting a check that bounced for Christmas
The lake in Wisconsin so clear you could see the bottom
Trying to attract an older boy by pretending to be British
Going to the drive-in when dad left after a fight
Taking sleds to the meat market during the storm of '77
Jumping on the milk box
Another brother in braces with an icicle as tall as he was
pieces of my childhood
each of them a story
I cannot put them together for you
You just had to be there
very funny thing came to my mind... meeting after the Saviours Great comeback ,hugging Him and hug all the people beginning from Adam and Eve wow and all great Prophets and writers who were inspire by Father' Spirit to write the bible even copies . Imagined hugging Adam and
Eve first i thought i will tell them off for putting all of us in such a terrible world , but I forgive them of course we must keep forgiving that's what our Saviour said and He said even 77 times lol who counts how many times we did forgive others?
ewould be great to meet all Adams kids , lol till the last person who was born before 'Saviours Great comeback ' yes He showed me glimpse of that day in the vision and yes i do believe He is coming back and while i am waiting for him i watch my back ,i ve sinned so many times but i know Father is forgiving Father and His SOn the Saviour the call Him Jesus Emanuel YEshua Yahshua and many others died for all the worlds sins for my sins before He died He suffered the wounds , our sorrows ,pains of future generations i believe so .Each time i am in spirit i wonder off His Glory and just not feeling His presence . Praying ,worshiping so much important to keep His Presence in my life flowing .I hate separation its almost like His Spirit leaves me. i don't understand those moments but one answer did came to me that those are trials like a gold or silver to see my strength and to show me how bad is without Him in my life that i really need Him . We do need Him i pray if you dont understand this now you will. I hate days when everything goes wrong and i feel empty like almost he disappeared. I love when feel His presence even when i am writing this ,and knowing that i am able to sharing with you give me happiness. I love you and hope we all meet pure and Holy like He Is with Him and will live with Him always and forever happy and healthy and never sad woow isnt it wow when we think about it? He said really read the bible , He said there will be no tears no more happiness and joy , i know we can experience it sometimes but it is only sometimes and sometimes this joy is like a soap bubble is there and goes until next soap bubble comes . But with Him when all will be over will be different will be everlasting happiness .
June 5 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 74-77
Key Verse – Psalm 74:12 For God is my King of old, working salvation in the midst of the earth.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY SAVIOUR KING
Lord God, You are my Saviour King…
upholding me by Your assured inheritance
Thank You for untying me from hell’s chain through Your love’s assistance
Upon Your salvation for my biblical faith’s stance
Unto Your truth, far from unbelief’s chaotic distance.
Lord God, You are my Saviour King…
uplifting me toward Your conversion-light
Thank You for unshackling me from worthlessness by Your deliverance-might
Upon Your precepts always teaching me to walk on paths that are right
Unto Your borders of standards set for spiritual height.
Lord God, You are my Saviour King…
upbringing me around Your blessed covenant
Thank You for unyoking me from troubles that make me wearily pant
Upon Your leadership as my wise Commandant
Unto Your commission I must obey with submission You require and want.
Lord God, You are my Saviour King…
updating me with Your miracles’ wondrousness
Thank You for unclasping me from destruction of selfishness and haughtiness
Upon Your pardon because of Your loving kindness
Unto Your pillars of graciousness I should testify along service-earnestness.
Lord God, You are my Saviour King…
upgrading me through Your granted contentment
Thank You for unbinding me from sin-infirmities by Your mercy’s settlement
Upon Your favour with Your promised fulfillment
Unto Your direction that propels my ministry-involvement.
Lord God, You are my Saviour King…
unfailing is Your goodness that leads me toward Your throne of supplication
Thank You for unburdening me along Your answers to my prayer and devotion
Upon Your altar where I seek You with commitment’s dedication
Unto Your fellowship so I can enjoy bliss of redemption.
Lord God, You are my Saviour King…
uniting me to Your church family
Thank You for unplugging me from worldliness by Your Word steadfastly
Upon Your power for stewardship faithfully
Unto Your glory I exalt honourably.
June 5, 2023
Thanks for seeing me, if you please
can I now get up off my knees?
Where do I start? I've made a list
forgive me for the one's I've missed.
Can we go back to '77
when you were in your cosy heaven
whilst down below I watched my Dad
struggle for breath, his lungs gone bad?
Ok, my life then I'll admit
held little faith for quite a bit
I fought daily battles alone
relied not on the great unknown.
When finally he left us all
my heart gave out a silent call
that in some bright celestial light
he finally was now alright.
Is he?
Unaided, can he get along
clear lungs to breathe, give praise in song?
Dull eyes that sometimes shone in mirth
as clear as his first hour since birth?
Eighteen years fast forward now
my link with you rebuilt somehow
as by your rules I tried to live
the bond between us tentative
From ten commandments, maybe six
I got to obey- 'pick 'n mix'
The good stuff I could not resist
was sadly never on your list.
Was that why when I called you Lord
you never offered a reward?
When Mother's health went in decline
you punished all those
sins of mine?
And still that faith, though tattered strands
made me kneel down and clasp my hands
and thank you for final release
and pray that she now rests in peace.
Does she?
With father's hand does she now go
like that old black and white photo,
with wedding veil and beaming smile
down some cherub-lined wedding aisle?
And then my brother, six years on
happened so quickly, and was gone
we soldier on and do our best
while he sleeps in eternal rest.
Or does he?
Have you for him set by a place
where he plays his Fender Jazz Bass?
Making up a group of four
with Lennon, Hendrix, Gary Moore?
Jamming sessions, laying down tracks
free from Cancer and heart attacks
playing to approving nods
from some of music history's Gods.
Sorry, Lord, I know there's only you,
really.
Anyway that's enough from me
you've sat and listened quietly
not judged me which I did expect
and one last thing, Lord-
am I next?
For contest 'Are you there God', sponsored by Silent One
13th October 2015
"MARRY ME" -- The Sweethearts Valentine Candy
I write with passion in every line,
A poet bleeding words, in black and white
Elegant, like a fine glass of red wine.
I SIT!
I LAY!
I LOOK INTO YOUR KNIGHTLY EYES!
Pearly paper I unwrap the magazine
I switch the lights to read
Gently I kiss you on the cheek
Tonight my diary reads, LOVE
I walked away, bathing for the night
A beautiful purple Amethyst diary on the nightstand.
The unthinkable; -O' you opened to read
Page 1 - 50 dramatic, and set
You skipped on over to the day we met.
Page 88
Once I was lost in the twilight
Then I magically found a box of invisible light
There you stood like a diamond ring;
Suddenly my heart began to sing
Your love was more than the beauty that spawned from your soul
Fair and cold like winter blues
January stars following my every move
I treasure every moment we spend like my mother’s cameo
I lifted our memories and time framed them like yesterday
A vintage picture, no one can erase or take away.
Page 55
You skipped back and, opened a page that spoke about my broken dreams.
Page 66
Smeared cobalt words in every line (CRYING)
Page 77
Sapphire Glamour of fancy words
Phrased that I finally found my amulet
He will protect me with unspeakable powers.
Page 99
Moonstone & Opal = 4ever
My white shiny Pearl, listen to me whatever
SLAMMING the diary shut!!
A piece of paper fell, and you bent over to pick it up.
Your heart skips ---- (when you read your name)
Dear Diary!
The roads ahead are full of bumps and screams.
I will continue to open every door until I find my dreams.
My sweetest love, soon will come,
May he never dares to change me like the seasons.
My sweetest love, soon will come
Together well enjoy life and respect its reasons.
A sexy man!!
Will come and intrude the glossary of my life!
My sweetest love, soon will come
One day to make me his wife
Today I will write and smile about love
Page 111
I have no shame in asking the man who stops
By to sneak a peek and read my diary once a week
Will You MARRY ME????
Oh, I remember...
A most painful anniversary. I'll never forget
Where I was that fateful September day.
I still vividly remember what I was doing
And exactly how I felt
When I watched in paralyzing horror
As the second hijacked plane hit the tower;
The cataclysmic impact,
Immediate;
Depth of heartache and pain,
Bottomless.
I knew America was under terrorist attack.
The imagery of billowing smoke
From the gaping hollows
Where the planes struck
The twin towers,
Unforgettable.
Watching trapped people
Who couldn't withstand the intense heat
Plunging to their deaths,
Unshakable;
Glued to the TV in such shock and disbelief
I could barely speak!
On that September morning in New York,
Thousands of everyday people,
Including brave firefighters
Woke up,
Kissed their families goodbye,
Walked out the front door never to return.
Their survivors left to deal with
The aftermath of their new reality;
Yet that awful, tragic day was also a day
Of courage and resilience.
Heroes made the last moments of their lives count
Aboard Flight 77; an impending attack
On the Pentagon, they thwarted.
Terrorists tried to divide us that day.
They failed spectacularly.
From the ashes, America rose like Phoenix,
Still united. 21 years later,
The pain is still fresh every anniversary.
The memory is eternally vivid.
The world hasn't forgotten.
We Americans haven't forgotten.
We will never forget.
Writing Challenge - X'd Poems Second Chance Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Date submitted: 12/03/2022
N/A in Remember September Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
Contest Judged: 9/23/2022 8:14:00 PM
Date written: 09/11/2022
Aloha Spirit
Sol, with his golden crown, greets me each morning
within divine rays extending out over emerald hills
and valleys that absorb his warmth of abiding light.
View misty alabaster clouds turn from twilight's purple
into softest rose just before golden regal rays emerge
calling forth fowl to take flight into spacious azure skies
winging their way from tree to pole to wherever their
heart’s desire on their quest for food for fledglings with
hungry mouths agape, loudly peeping in their nests.
The sea coruscates in shades of jade illuminations
luring early risers with surfboards to ride the surf.
Share the scents of floral fair that lingers in the tropic air
carried by the trade winds whimsy, enthralling all.
Not a poem to 86 but one of lucky number 7 doubled 77!
Kahunas sing sacred chants with drums that echo still.
6/20/20
Poem name: Island Spirit
Views: 8677
Poetry form: Rhyme
Date of Publication: 01/17/2015
Views For Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Funom Makama
*Kahuna (c. 1890) Kahuna is a Hawaiian word, defined as a respected person who has moral authority in society; a "priest, healer, sorcerer, magician, wizard, minister, expert in any profession (whether male or female) Shaman.
*86: We’ve all heard someone used the term 86 in reference to doing away with something. There are a few schools of thought behind where the saying came from. Some have more legs than others—such as those of the restaurant industry—but to this day, there is still no official etymology.
*The number 7: Throughout the ages the number 7 has defied the law of averages and confounded mathematicians. For many of the powerful and wealthy, the number 7 is a symbol of luck and good fortune. Carry the Lucky 7 with you and experience: A dramatic turnaround of events in your favor. Increased Lucky Streaks.
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