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He is six, and a big story teller. Amazing drama.
His teacher brings his drawing to me. His mom being beaten by dad.
He apparently was part of the action. He fell on the floor to protest.
The story was similar when it got to me except this time
Dad was being beaten by Mom. He fell on the floor to show me his part.
I asked if anyone hit him. No. Is he safe at home? Yes.
Does he think Mom and Dad will fight again? He shakes his head no.
I pass this along to the social worker.
His third version includes grandma
Who apparently smacked Mom and Dad. She was the perpetrator.
Does he play video games? He surely does. Watch violent movies?
Oh, yes.
He throws himself on the floor a fourth time.
Did anyone hit him? No.
Does he like throwing himself down on the floor?
Apparently. Nothing reportable here.
Speak Soft
Speak soft- a generational shift
The experienced age versus foolish youth
A war waged between generations
For one side has lived through life
Endured hardships and mistakes
But the other simply ignores wisdom
Speak soft- here today, gone tomorrow
The dove was flying so high yesterday
But now roosts with a broken wing
Speak soft- words of hate are like knives
Drenched with acid and poison
And once the knife cuts
There is no way to repair the damage
Speak soft- A demonic image hides an Angel
It's always a golden heart that endures the worst
But the worst brings out the best
Speak soft- the world continues to turn unaware that
Tragedy strikes deep within your heart
Speak soft- even concrete can hide a diamond
If one puts forth the effort necessary to mine
Indifferent one day; in tears the next day
Speak soft- care for those who care for you
I love Christmas Day… the giving…the receiving, a small reminder of the make believe
but I also love the days that lead up to Christmas…most notably Christmas Eve.
The gifts sit wrapped under the tree…unopened…their ribbons and bows are tied.
Christmas Eve is the last night to dream about the presents hidden inside.
The anticipation brings with it a warmth…a joy, you see it as your walking down the street…you feel it in your heart…you see it in the faces of everyone you meet.
I guess I shouldn’t be astonished by this feeling anymore
because I carry with me a history of enjoying the night before.
I remember the night before my first date, I was filled with excitement and awe
I remember that night as affectionately as I remember the movie we saw.
I remember the night before I was married, my face was in a perpetual grin.
Wondering what the future held…waiting for that future to begin.
I remember the night before my children were born as much as the days of their births.
I imagine if you looked you wouldn’t have found a happier person on Earth.
I remember the night before each grandchild was born..memories I hope will stay…
Four nights before I will remember…until my dying day.
Yes, the night before any special day in life has the power to enchant, to bewitch…to beguile
Which makes Christmas Eve another example of what makes this journey worthwhile.
So as much as I enjoy Christmas Day there are just as many reasons…I believe
to wish all of you who are reading this a joyous and happy Christmas Eve.
His hands felt tougher than the bones
That cracked beneath his blows
He didn’t always throw these stones
At times, he brought me a rose
Suffering from the lack of compassion
My heart often ached with regrets
Causing my face to grow quite ashen
Wishing that my mind just forgets
Deep within there’s a whisper of hope
Quenching the doubts that stifle
Giving me so many good ways to cope
Longing to dissuade all that brings a trifle
Painting my soul hues of beautiful gold
Gently caressing my spirit with devotion
For getting away from this hardened cold
Where my spirit was losing it’s emotion
A hunger for liberty from this prison camp
Silenced all other reflections of insight
Leaving rivers of tears, cheeks all damp
From the sorrows of letting go, so contrite
His heart grew so cruel amid the lost dawns
Where the soft glow of summer couldn’t melt
Through the anger and resentment that cons
Hope into a place of spiteful doubts that are felt
My longing for freedom from his deep rage
Left my mind reeling with feelings of anguish
Knowing he would eventually go on a rampage
I finally left him with all the ambiguity to languish
Pick-A-Title, Vol 25 - Rhyme 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
November 13, 2020
Title Chosen: 3.) Eleutheromania
Will my last poem
be something simple,
like taking a final breath,
or will I have time to write
something longer, say an
epic--for truly every life
ever lived has been an epic:
full of courage and cowardice,
heartbreak and newborn love,
things found and things lost.
It takes guts to live-- bad people
doing bad things, mother nature
turning on us, giving blue sky
in the morning and a tornado
in the evening to suck up life.
For 100,000 years 10,000 ills
plagued us, wrecking our bodies,
often killing us like swatted flies.
In the end, everyone is murdered.
Hard, hard life is-- still, we love it
at its best, when, like a pleasant
dream, life brings happiness, hope.
So I offer this as my last felt poem,
more a prayer really: forgive us,
keep us, and lead us all home....
(final draft written 8/27/15)
Some said, ”Stay 'way from her,
that girl never brings no good.”
Some said, ”She’s just a prude,
don’t know a good time like she should.”
Some said, ”She’s much too loose,
she’d gonna leave you with a disease.”
Some said, ”She’s an ice-queen,
won’t commit, nothin’ but a tease.”
I find myself intrigued,
this girl that can’t fit in,
those walking contradictions
always make me grin, and…
Don’t care what the people say,
I just want to get you lady back home, back home,
don’t care if they snitch or stare,
I just want to go and take you there.
Don’t care what the people say,
I just want to make you, woman, my own, my own,
you’ll have my last name one day,
live lives that they wouldn’t dare,
…let me go and take you there.
Some say, “You’ve lost your mind,
she’s only gonna break your heart.”
Some say, “Don’t hope for play,
she never lets men get that far.”
I say the games we play,
the assumptions that we all make,
don’t hold all of the truth,
often blind us to something great.
Her mysteries invite,
a true riddle she seems,
and I just need to lean
what those mysteries mean, and…
Don’t care what the people say,
I just want to get you lady back home, back home,
don’t care if they snitch or stare,
I just want to go and take you there.
Don’t care what the people say,
I just want to make you, woman, my own, my own,
you’ll have my last name one day,
live lives that they wouldn’t dare,
…let me go and take you there.
I think you’ll understand
why I must have you near,
like you I’ve seen the looks,
the eye-rolls and the sneers.
I think you’ll see that I
may zip when others zag,
I think you know yourself
that it ain’t all that bad.
Don’t care what the people say,
I just want to get you lady back home, back home,
don’t care if they snitch or stare,
I just want to go and take you there.
Don’t care what the people say,
I just want to make you, woman, my own, my own,
you’ll have my last name one day,
live lives that they wouldn’t dare,
…let me go and take you there.
Gentle, these hues of cerise, indigo
Feelings blended with stirrings of pine trees,
Silent winds, trembling light will softly glow,
Silhouettes so kind flowing in the breeze.
Feelings blended with stirrings of pine trees,
Wistful moods, rousing fires with nervous wings
Silhouettes so kind flowing in the breeze.
Just delighted by the joy this gust brings.
Wistful moods, rousing fires with nervous wings
Smiling from the soul, such gentle belief
Just delighted by the joy this gust brings.
Forests whisper to the mind seized by grief
Smiling from the soul, such gentle belief
Doomed to feel like the pensive storm, so strong
Forests whisper to the mind seized by grief
Little mercies moving lives with bright song
Doomed to feel like the pensive storm, so strong
Glimpses of truth in worship from God’s friends
Little mercies moving lives with bright song
This is love on which our bounty depends
Glimpses of truth in worship from God’s friends
Muses brought to life by blessings from Him
This is love on which our bounty depends
Beyond this subtle light, like a soft hymn
Muses brought to life by blessings from Him
Silent winds, trembling light will softly glow,
Beyond this subtle light, like a soft hymn
Gentle, these hues of cerise, indigo
Azure-accentuated ambiance awaits aspiring artists
Baby’s birth brings blessings, blowing boredom-blues
Cool calmness charms circumspect chefs to create cuisine cravings
Daybreak dos and don’ts discipline drivers from direction-dazzles
Enlightenment-exercise empowers engineers in their endeavors...
Fiery fluorescent fearlessness fuels firefighters’ faith-fortitude’s fervor
Glowing grace of God gears guardians for guiding governance
Hope highlights health-helpers’ handlings midst heightened heaviness
Illumined instructors inspire with their influence-iridescence
Justice-jubilation juxtaposed with jurisprudence-judgment joins jury...
Kaleidoscopic kindness-keys keep kinship’s knot kindling
Light’s luster leads liberation-lovers to lift the lamenting and lowly
Morning’s majestic magnificence moves mothers with mercies'* might
Nourishing nurses’ nurture and nature negates night’s negligence
Overwhelming opportunities open officials for output-optimization...
Peace-packed period pulls prayer-partners into Providence presence
Quality quotes quiet the querulous' qualms and quixotics' questions
Redolent reflections refocus reviewers against regretful reveries
Spiritual songs by soprano soloists shut silence-stillness
Triumphant thanksgiving tops tight timetable of tenacious teachers...
Ultimate urgency upholds undaunted umpires unto usefulness
Verses vanquish vanities vying against vision of the victors
Watchfulness warmth wakes the weary to welcome words of wisdom
X rays of ‘xpertise ‘xamination x-out ‘xpectations for a Xanadu
Yes-yells yearn for youth yielded yeah-yowls from yesterdays’ yets
Zion's zephyr zooms the zealously zestful to zenith of prize-zillions!!!
*Lamentations 3:22-23 It is of the LORD'S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning:
great is thy faithfulness.
Abecedarian and alliteration forms
July 28, 2018
Edited on May 19, 2022
1st place, "ABCEDARIAN POEM" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger; judged on 6/4/2022.
Cancel my doubts, my fears and worries,
All the anxieties that keep my soul struggling.
Cancel my darkness, my dread and despair,
All the sad things that leave me feeling less steady.
Cancel my anger, my loathing and disgust,
All the aversions that tell my soul it needs to trust.
Cancel my arguments for sin that I can’t refuse,
All the reasons I give myself for allowing corruption.
Cancel my depression, my misery and dejection,
All the hopelessness that aches like lost direction.
Cancel it all, sweet Lord… cancel all my offenses,
So that I can see the truth… You are God’s perfection.
You are the love that lasts through the dismal moments.
You are the answer to my doubts even when I’m ambiguous.
You are the relief that comes into my heart when I panic.
You are the gentle grace that consumes my soul when I’m sad.
You are the miracle that brings my life its rest.
You are the One I believe when everyone seems to be deceived.
You are the kindness, the promise, the stirring of my light.
You are the answer for every prayer I’ve known.
You are the blessing God sent when He sent You into the world.
You are the Savior of my soul, my peace and my hope.
You are the friend I can come to when I can’t find my heart.
You are the whisper of light flowing softly through the shadows.
You are the breath of peace that sighs sincerity through me.
Cancel all my bad, dear Lord and allow me to see…
With You, the best is yet to come.
With You, I have the brightest SON – so I can see!
A friend is the person that sits close to me
A friend is the love and warmth he leaves
A friend is my companion I roam the sea
A friend is the person that will climb the tallest tree
A friend is the person that sits close to me
That knows all my faults but still sees
That brings me a rose and still lets me be free
That loves my friends as much as thee
A friend is the love and warmth he leaves
That leaves me with his embrace and let be
That leaves his heart like honey and bees
That will wait for one day it might be three
A friend is my companion I roam the sea
That one day together we’ll flee
That words will turn into songs as She
That the sea and the horizon will meet like we
A friend is that will climb the tallest tree
And I’ll sit beneath and weep
And I’ll cover with the amber leaves with glee
And will become one with thee
11/12/2016