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the world a playground
parents arms our nest
school was fun too
barring the weekly test
measles and mumps
mother tended with care
flame of love vibrated
heart vibrant and aware
our fontanel was open
we communed with God
but when we shared this
we but got a careless nod
we knew then we are soul
encased in body-mind
it took time to realise
to truth others were blind
counselled by elders
light of our soul became dim
taught to be street smart
God called but we forgot Him
looking back we now see
it was as meant to be
even though we seem bound
our soul is always free
While bulldozers, drunk with gasoline
Have once again scared and maimed
Where once grew trees and meadows free
Is now an earth, encased by concrete seas
Engines roar, to drown our ears in echoed glee
Where ghosts of children played their summer games
Forced to leave their childhood memories
In trenched out holes, and broken trees
The big top guns...ravage earth, then run
Dinosaurs that raise their iron heads
Jaws dripping with loads of earth and grass
As gophers rampaging through halls, bereft
are forcing nature's giants to their knees
Place by place destruction of the land
And while the green world grandfathers knew
Is gone in days, with every oak that falls
When this new invading presense is someday done
Has had his fill of dollar bills, then abandons one and all..
Who will mourn, who will recall?
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A Family Man
Lately I can see me providing for a family
But it's all weary thoughts aside from the demands in me
Why do this, why do that
Seems daily I lie dying on a tear soaked mat
Teachers wanna beg on me for childhood memories
All I've had is abusive tendacies
Hence forth and back to thee
Yet still I can see a family man, a softer me
The characteristics I offer to be
No more jumping homes, it's not a foster plea
The martial status of we, undo what they see
Pictures of my most wanted misery burning
A cast so rationalized in fear
It's only here to see me turning
As I satisfy my bitter aches with this funnel
Such a long tunnel, an impossible journey
Haunted thoughts of a family man, a softer me
No time realm could alter we
Back to stretch my muse
A dried up vision, died confused
Nearly bruised, alternatives misused
If I should fall from this stairway
Grab me and salvage yourself another day
It's only fair play
I could do a lot worse than a snare could say
Form:
As I sat beneath an old willow tree,
low limbs shaded me on this summer day.
A cool breeze mussed my hair, setting it free
as I sat beneath an old willow tree.
Childhood memories inundated me
while watching my children running in play.
As I sat beneath an old willow tree,
low limbs shaded me on this summer day.
As I sat beneath an old willow tree,
a cool breeze mussed my hair, setting it free.
Childhood memories inundated me
while watching my children running in play.
Low limbs shaded me on this summer day.
A cool breeze mussed my hair, setting it free.
It feels like yesterday,
when your tiny hand held my finger and ran.
You would steal my glasses,
wear them proudly, and say,
“Daddy, I look just like you!”
Between the pages of my books,
you built little homes for your dolls.
Whenever I left for work,
you stood at the door and whispered,
“Come back soon, Daddy…”
With the little coins in my pocket,
I bought you chocolates—
those simple days
were richer than anything I own today.
Yesterday, you walked holding my hand;
today, you walk your own road.
When I remember your mischief,
a smile touches my face,
while tears quietly fill my eyes.
My daughter, you have grown up,
but inside my heart,
you are still that little girl
running with her tiny braids.
No matter how far you go,
the sound of your footsteps
will forever echo
inside your father’s heart.
I was down the ladder,
I was negligent in working harder,
I couldn’t read and spell well,
It was a menacing hell.
I ranked fourth from the bottom in the end-of-session examination,
This was a result of my weak educational foundation,
My parents were extremely disappointed in me,
It was a sail across a turbulent sea.
It was a summer away from the sun,
A holiday with restricted fun,
My older brother revealed to my mother that I had been hiding my reading textbooks,
I brought them out and my heart sank deeper by my parents’ disappointed looks.
My mother patiently taught me how to spell breaking words into their syllables,
She was glad as I made progress,
The new session began on a promising note,
I was no longer aboard a sinking boat.
I emerged among the top three at the end of the first term,
At the end of the second term, I had moved to the second position,
I was no longer in the shadows,
I had come to the blooming meadows.
It was the final term to end the session,
My father as well as my mother promised to get a gift for me if I could come top of the class,
This made me work harder,
Pushing me beyond the border.
Then came the much-awaited colourful day,
Hope was my piercing ray,
I had put in my best,
I had sat well in my nest.
The results were announced and I was victorious,
This made the event for me more glorious,
My father bought me a bicycle,
My mother gifted me a pair of shoes and a wristwatch.
October 2, 2024.
All of
I know them
I see them
I break bread with them
Strangers all
Images taped on Stalins wall
Some long gone
Some far far away
Childhood memories choking me
These walls
Slowly crushing me
No one sees
No one is here
Alone
Living inside my own deadly fear
Clinging to black and white photos
Shivering, for sure cold and lost smiles
Dreams seeping into wine glasses
Hopes drip slowly down the sink faucet
The afghan, covers me from childhood
Back then I possessed a smile
As I dreamed to love or maybe to die
Vyborg mystic nights, I the naive spy
Lusting adventure and Lena's try
I lost
Now alone, I stare in the mirror
Asking
Who the hell am I?
The stranger and the dead spy
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The chapel stood with grace against the sky of blue,
in setting of lush grass and trees that framed it well.
Within those walls, dear Sisters prayed to God above;
with them, the spell of peace and faith engulfed my soul.
My years in Catholic grade school left me in awe
with feelings deep inside of being close to God;
advanced by gentleness of those who nurtured me
in classes where I learned and chapel where I prayed.
Though just a child, I somehow felt above my years,
transported to a realm outside of earthly ways.
So strong my love for God, I vowed someday I would
become a noble nun to live the life they chose.
I never felt as strong the meaning of true faith
as in those grade school days shared with those sacred nuns.
Such peace I felt within my heart during that time,
while praying openly when sense of God was near.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Faith
Sponsor: Nayda Evette Negron
Judged: 05/05/2016
~4th Place~
Contest: Prayer Time Memories
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst
Judged: 06/19/2015
Childhood memories of my years at Casa San Jose, elementary school at
Mount Saint Mary, Newburgh, NY
I vividly remember my childhood days,
we had a small garden,
in which we grew marsh mallow,
butterflies would sit on them.
Moment I woke up, I would run to them,
to see how many flowers had bloomed
Oh! The exquisite beauty of colourful butterflies sitting on them,
it would give me immense joy.
I would often gently caress them,
smell them, even hug them.
Oh! How much I loved them.
Every time I made a mistake and my parents scolded me,
I would run to them for solace.
I was done accidently, it was done not knowingly,
I would lament to them.
All my joy and happiness,
they would be the first one to hear,
I would share my victories with them,
show them my prizes.
Oh! I did love them.
Butterflies were no longer scared me,
they knew I would not harm them,
They would keep sitting their, while I talked to them,
Their beautiful colour and design was a marvel of nature,
They were the most exquisite of God's creations.
They were a friend of marsh mallows,
so where they of me,
How much I loved to watch them fluttering joyfully.
I would weave stories with my dolls,marsh mallows and butterflies,
I would spend hours playing with them.
When I joined guitar class I would play to them,
they would dance to my tunes,
I would be really amazed then.
They were my best friends forever,
Who would listen patiently,
as i rambled my joys and sorrows...
I felt I could feel their emotions,
As if they could feel my emotions,
They were either happy or sympathizing with me.
One day father brought the news,
we were leaving that house for good.
I was beside myself with sorrow.
What about my marsh mallow?
Who would take care of them?
I can't leave them to die!
They were my best friends!
My soulmates!
Mother tried to console me,
they would soon get another girl,
who would love them the way you did.
"Don't worry dear,
God takes care of everyone here"
With a heavy heart I bade them goodbye,
I sang my last song to them,
with tears in eyes I left them.
I would oft remember them,
Over the years they were forgotten...
Now I tell my children stories about them,
They were wonderful memories,
Memories that still bring joy and happiness to me,
Memories that can never be forgotten.
Why, when I walk forward, do I keep looking behind? Is that because I am looking for something I will never find?
Why, when I am happy, my happiness never last? Is it because I’m not living in the future but stuck in the sadness of my past
Why, when I find someone to love, with someone I hold so dear, do I push them away because of rejection and fear
Why, when a loved one reaches out to me, do I reject them once again? Is it because of my childhood memories and the ones that caused me pain
Why, when I try to tell you about it I don’t know what to say, so I just suffered in silence with the hope the memories would fade away
Why did you scare and hurt me as a child when I was too young to fight ?
You knew what you were doing and that it was not right
Why did you choose me and get inside my head was it that I was young or was it something I said
Why must I live my life in fear and in pain with the constant feeling that it is going to happen again
Why did you deny it and say that I told a lie? You have got away with it, but I will carry the pain with me until I eventually die