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I want to be a child again.
I want to skip down the glen, singing
Here We Go Gathering Nuts In May.
Holding Daddy's hand in mine.
I want to know I'm loved.
That someone is watching over me.
Bandaging cuts, kissing bruises better.
Making sure I have my tea.
I want to learn to swim again.
Ring A Ring A Rosie....we all fall down.
Until I learn to hold my breath.
Then doggie paddle...then float.
I'm free in the sea.
I want to play hide and seek.
Try not to giggle until I'm found.
To climb The Mount, then roll down.
To be back in school, with Miss Mc Cloon.
Learning my ABC's and Do Re Mee's.
I want mum to cuddle me.
Call me her "Wee Angel."
Dad to hoist me on his shoulders.
So I can see...360 degrees.
Wobbling on a grown up's bike.
Down the school lane.
Big brother Derek
holding on behind ,then
letting go....laughing,
as I glance behind....terrified.
If I could start again,
I would revel in it all.
Being grown up is no fun,
when little ones are getting tall.
and you are responsible for
keeping them on the ball.
I want to be a child again.
"NATALIE REALIZES HER FAITH WAS TRUE AND UNCONDITIONAL"
January fifth was the last day NATALIE saw her b e l o v e d mother,
Keeping secrets hidden was always her mother’s greatest weakness-
Looking through old photos she REALIZES she actually had a big brother,
Mother had birthed another baby, his picture full of innocent sweetness.
Natalie took a few weeks to ask HER father about the unknown secret,
Over and over again she thinks about what she will exactly say-
Pretending not to know is really the same as wanting to keep it,
Q u i e t l y she walks in his den on a cold February winter day.
Regardless of his answers she knows that FAITH is on her side,
Saving her from sadness has always been God's greatest benediction-
Troubled as a youth, He WAS the only One she could confide,
Understanding she held the TRUE meaning of the blessed crucifixion.
Very calmly she approaches her father who was always a good guy,
Wandering towards him she shows him the p i c t u r e of the baby-
Xeroxed responses in her mind she hoped to be given an honest reply,
Yet her father s h e d a tiny tear AND explained the family's loss vaguely.
Zinnia’s lay in the front yard b l o o m i n g like it was the garden of Eden,
Astounded, Natalie sits staring out her bay window and sees a white dove-
Basking in the sun she felt the one and only thing she could believe in,
Clearly, it was the nurturing grace of the Lord's forever UNCONDITIONAL love.
* This is a story about a woman from church who found out she had an older brother who died from cancer. Her parents never told her because the loss was too hard to bear. Natalie held onto her strong faith and the Lord carried her through her pain of the loss of a sibling she never knew she had*
Alphabet Soup - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Date Written: September 2, 2016
Pandering For Votes
Tom’s Opinion
July 17, 2021
Our country is filled with protesters, and activist’.
Many, filled with hate, are motivated by feelings of entitlement.
Their hunger is never quenched,
and a helping hand has become a way of life.
They quench their thirst from a pool
fed by the success of others.
Politicians give away tax dollars
through some program under the guise of helping the poor,
but it’s all about pandering for votes.
They know, you seldom bite the hand that feeds you.
Socialist believe everything should be doled out by big brother.
But I agree with Ian Steward Richardson who said it best,
“There are only two places socialism works-
one is in a beehive, and the other is in an ant hill.”
1 Timothy 5:8
“But if any provide not for his own, and specially for those of his own house, he hath denied the faith, and is worse than an infidel.”
King James Version (KJV)
Form:
In years to come it might be said,
‘I never realised this is where it led,
It just crept up, I just went with the flow
Nobody told me how things would go’.
Nobody explained what I took for granted
Would be taken, by those who commanded
That I conform and do not speak out
About the injustices they openly flout.
I cannot speak my mind for fear
That the thought police will soon appear
And erase my person from history
Nobody told me this is how it would be.
They divided the public into two
To ensure a rebellion would not ensue.
Then little by little they erased the past
By promising the changes wouldn’t last!
They told us in order to be secure
Further restrictions we should endure,
As Big pharma, tech and the media folk
Harmonise, to justify the lies they stoke.
Those who snitch on one another
Ensure the success of big brother
Not realising that their own fate
Will not be spared by those who hate!!
Let’s not let nineteen eighty four
Replace the way things were before.
Our freedom was fought and won with lives,
For what? A world they would today despise?
I've been musing lately about things that really make a home complete.
One thing for sure - a happy home is one with laughter and love replete!
'Twill be a place with affectionate parents who dearly love each other,
And blessed by a couple of kids - a little sister and her big brother!
A home ain't a home unless you have a faithful dog and inscrutable cat,
And a stoop on which to greet folks whereon lies a welcoming mat!
A grandfather clock to intone the inexorable march of time is needed,
And a fireplace with a cozy fire by which to reminisce unimpeded!
There'll be a library of classic tales with yellowed and dog-eared pages,
And a Bible that is read, having been handed down through the ages!
Displayed on the fireplace mantel will be pictures of folks from the past -
Folks from the family tree who set standards for honor unsurpassed!
There'll be a white picket fence and a trellis with climbing yellow roses,
And a huge front porch with a swing on which to enjoy pleasant dozes!
At the kitchen table, the family dines, discusses the day and grace is said.
Later the kids say nightly prayers before being tucked in their featherbed!
Marks to measure the kid's height mar the wall nigh the kitchen door.
Happy holidays and birthdays are celebrated that will add to family lore!
Though the dog and kids may create havoc as about the house they roam,
If I may quote Edgar Guest, "It takes a heap o' livin' to make a house a home!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
I remember a warm summer morning
With the sun shining bright in the sky
Its glow making stars out of specks of dust,
Floating in shadows as I walked by
To the kitchen where mum, already at toil
Was busily making fresh fare
The aroma of cakes and newly baked bread,
Permeating through the air
Big brother was at play in the garden,
Baby sister asleep in her pram
As I sat at the large kitchen table
To breakfast on warm toast and jam
When I had finished my delicious repast
I helped clear the dishes away,
Washing them clean in the Belfast sink
The like of which are sought after today
Mum put on my shoes and brushed my hair,
Then I joined big brother for play
And although years have past since I was but three
I remember as though yesterday.
I was not going to publish this until the 20th anniversary of the September 11, 2001 terrorist events that have changed the USA and its place in the World. I began and finished writing it this morning. You may not believe it, as I see it, but you should consider what you do believe and take action. To be complacent, and remain detached, is to soon change this country, the first ever, founded on personal freedom, to one with the hand of big brother controlling all we do. Think about it..... WAKE UP AMERICA!!!
Twenty Years of Terror
By Franklin Price
09/03/2021
On nine one one, back in oh one, the tall twin towers fell.
Downed by Mid Eastern terrorists who brought us living hell.
Using two hijacked airliners, full of passengers and all,
Downed the towers in Manhattan, flew into them, made them fall.
There were two other missions on that nine – eleven day.
As the towers crashed into the earth, they were both well on their way.
One slammed into the Pentagon, our major military site.
Also flown by terrorists in their suicidal flight.
Last one headed for the White House, that's what many people say.
Heroes stopped that mission, in a PA field that day.
The USA, surprise attacked, not by some country we could fight,
But by suicidal terrorists who would take us into night.
Twenty years of US darkness were then entered by those deeds.
Growing on the fields of history are many governmental weeds.
Osama Bin was Seal Team killed, was supposedly the man.
The end of it is not yet here, though we've left Afghanistan.
The terrorists have had their way, now the leaders of that land.
Striving for some recognition. Are we marching to their band?
We are not now, the who we were, when those tall twin towers fell.
We do our best, to beat ourselves, turning our Heaven into Hell.
Representatives in Washington don't give a damn about the rest.
They're directed by the super rich, don't pass the democratic test.
It's time that We the People bring ourselves into the light.
Join our hands and work together, or it will be, forever night.
Once we were Seven
Once we were seven now only one
Six gone before me
Now I’m alone
No one to reminisce with
Questions left to myself
Childhood memories but no one to share
They left me each of them, one by one
And with each passing
Came sadness and tears
Charlotte was first
We were closest in age
She teased and tormented me
But she loved me, I knew
The second to leave was my sweet Barbara
Independent, fearless, gentle and kind
Mysterious Edward I hardly knew
His passing a surprise cause we did’t know
Then it was John my protector my friend
He was my hero when I was young
Big brother Dale our tough marine
A virus took him a little to soon
The last to go was my big sister Donna
My mentor, my cheerleader
My very best friend
It wasn’t their choice, that I know
They’d be here today but they had to go
It’s a feeling of emptiness when you’re the last one left
Once we were seven
Now only one
Cathy Strackbein 08/07/25
Alas, my sweet child you shan't!
Get used to an insane, world of can't!
Our brilliant brains are fully scrubbed,
As sniling and kids in a foaming bath.
Rub-y-dee, rub-y dee-dub.
We've been brain-spanked to
not ask any questions.
We don't dare question numbers!
Oh, no …..shush no!
Just be sure to have a brain
that totally slumbers?
The longer that we shiver and with
Our house shades …drawn. We hide.
The bigger the number of humaniity
Will most assuredly, under duress die!
And the world left to benevolent, quite
evil, power and money mad dictators!
Whilst you are so grateful, being lonely,
Eating humble pie and COVID 'taters!
Each day, the Big Brother on TV you watch !
Hoping like prisoners to be out of your home let out?
No, you won't be, unless you are in a state
run by sanity.
Very few, supporting our fellow humans of those who
Believe anymore in freedom for humanity.
The flu has been with us all for over one
hundred years.
We all survived,drank beer and shouted " Cheers! "
We now have become as trembling, little mice.
Robotically, following orders and never think..thrice.
*written in 2020 during Covid
Dedicated to my Cousin Maggie who died after the vaccine,
and battling a disease, she wrote here for a while.
A bubbling personality. I know we lost poets here,family
and friends . Condolences to all.
It was called , Covid…so much ..of our liffe here went off
the rails.
Viruses are named after country of origin, but it wont print?
Sorry…truth is now beyond the pail ….poet’s comments…..
I can write some nasty poems, but I think more of poetry.
I did not know the politicslly correct wotld sunk to such levity.
Sorrowfully, tjje Worlld of Cannot is fae worse todat. But that
for another time and another poem. Sadly… Pangie
Blessed birthday to my dearest eldest brother. This poem is dedicated to you, my best kuya, Manong Rudy. I believe that by the grace of the Lord, you can declare this testimony:
Rejoicing* am I in God’s love
Overwhelming me through His compassion
Driving my spirit for good works’ performance
Opening to me opportunities to praise Him joyously
Leading my steps toward good success
Filling me with blessings to share
Offering His grace for triumphant pursuits…
Assured by the Word of the Almighty with heavenly confidence
Guarded by His presence with steadfastness
Upheld by His mercy and truth
Settled in His care as with faith I trust His power.
Taught to serve as His faithful steward with my family
I am so blessed, verily grateful…
Now and forever praising Jesus Christ, my Saviour and Lord.
*Philippians 1:26 That your rejoicing may be more abundant in Jesus Christ.
September 5, 2025
Dear Manong Rudy,
A very blessed happy birthday to you. God be praised and thanked for your life. It’s my prayer that the Lord will constantly bless you, and your family as you continue to become a blessing to others. I’m so blessed to have you as my big brother. I love you, Manong.