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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
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Tell the Moms it didn't happen
Tell the Dads it isn't so
Pretty little roses blooming
In the garden – row on row –
Pretty little blossoms folding
Petals falling to the floor
Falling into angels rising
Sprouting wings on which to soar
Smite the gunman at the trigger!
Seize the madman at the gun!
Little voices in the hallway
Little faces in the sun
Little feet upon the heavens
With the morning just begun –
Strike the harp, and hold the fiddle
Let the bells peal out the tune
Mournful as the lonely shepherd
'Ere the clock is noon
Mourning for his little flock
Going home too soon
– And when the news had broken
And gotten all abroad
The stoutest of the stoutest hearts
Could only weep aloud
For here the pact was broken
For here the seal was lost
For here the children were not spared
The devil's holocaust
And startled in his earthly robes
His heart gone sudden cold
Himself a witness to the siege
Even God arose
And with a savage grace
That moved without a sound
Turned the barrel on itself
And with the final round
Emptied out the chamber
And smote the demon down –
TENDER LOVE AND CARE
Take a look around,
what do you see?
I see homeless,
hungry, it could be you or me.
Strange times,
in the places that we live,
So many out of work,
we have nothing to give.
I see scared people,
funny look to their eyes,
Lost souls,
desperation in their cries.
Most have families,
they sleep in their car,
Every night,
the kids wish upon a star.
I hear people say,
it’s their own fault, their lowlifes,
These are families,
moms, dads, kids and wives.
The cost of living,
is off the Rector-scale,
It's like paving
the highway to hell.
The Government is of no help,
they put us here,
They say their transparent,
yet the facts are unclear.
So many struggling,
with alcohol and drug addiction,
So many of us,
just do not pay attention.
Ignoring it,
does not mean it’s not there,
Even the blind,
can see its everywhere.
Desperate people,
can do desperate things,
You know what they say,
it isn’t over till the fat lady sings.
The law,
and all the racial tension,
Negative energy,
it’s the bone of contention.
It won't work itself out,
in need of repair,
All it takes is a little,
tender, love and care…
Turbo1904
It's always sad & sorrowful when
someone is taking so young from this world
whether it be murder or rape victims
children that disappeared years ago missing it's sickening
but...it's the world we live in yeah I know
death is a given but when it's taken from
the youth it's a tragedy a travesty
so every life that's lost...it feels like I...
knew them personally like one of my own family
you see I wear my emotions on my sleeves
so tell me while you're reading my
facial expression...what do you see
can you see it the anger hatred & turmoil
as a people how far we've fallen tell me
who's gonna catch us I know we live reckless oh Lord
but please have mercy on this nation
yes we are waiting to be taken from this place and
I can relate I lost a few comrades
it's like we writing off our own fate
when we let this world consume us
because we grew up with single mothers
& dads it's a sad site and we in the fight
of our life to stay alive overcome the temptations
of hardships and wanting to commit suicide or be a homicide victim
so I beg of you oh Lord throw us down some
comfort help us to rebuke the demons
help us to never overlook repentance
so that you never hear our prayers talking about
yet another death sentence
Memories of Life
by Robert J (Bob) Moore © (Written-7 Feb 2016)
When I woke up this morning, I thought of mam and dad
I thought of days that long had gone, and all the times we had
I tried to compare by dads life, and how it matched with mine
and if he would be proud of me, and how I’d used my time
He was born in ’21, depression part of life
I was born in ’42, with all the world in strife
at 18 he was a soldier, prepared to fight and die
at 18 I was leaving England, for a land with bright blue sky
At 30 he was off again, another war and strife
at 30 I was married, with 4 kids and a wife
I think that he’d be happy, with the way I have turned out
and if he wasn’t then I know, he’d give my ear a clout
He died in 1995, at the age of 74,
Alzheimer’s was the problem, his memories were no more
with Parkinson’s as well, which daily shook his frame
even when we’d visit, he did not know our name
Mam followed in 2000, they’re together now I know
looking down from heaven, where all good people go
When I woke up this morning, I thought of mam and dad
tears came to my eyes, when I remembered what we’d had
"For, this morning was my birthday
and I was 74"
No! Cut this piece here!
No! Not there!
Why didn't you cut it right?
says Princess StepSister's
hyper-ventilated syndrome,
jonesing for her next pork chop.
I would have finished
but you bellowed me away
in your Ugly StepSister voice
demanding from open refrigerator door
that collard greens must stop evaporating
behind your eyes.
Ugly StepSister?
Did you just call me a StepSister?
I'm just saying
you think you're a Whatever Princess
but you don't act like one
because, as you know,
princesses are always kind
and say please and thank you
and not whatever,
and seldom if ever bark and bite
at the hands created to lovingly feed them
for the next several years;
while Ugly StepSisters
act like whatever bullies,
talk like ballistic assault weapons.
Which is why
Cinderellas are selected to dance
with Prince Charmings,
and thereby become kind Princesses,
rather than stuck in Ugly StepSister roles and rules,
harping at Prince Charming Dads
to cut their pork chops faster,
and better,
and now,
if not yesterday.
Oh...
Would you cut my pork please, in smaller pieces?
and not take your usual gimpy time, thank you.
Why of course my Princess,
I love to live your Prince Clumsy.
“What we really need to learn as humans is to take responsibility for ourselves” (topic quote of Miranda Hawley)
Be Responsible
Today it seems like hardly anyone
has great concern for others. You can see
this in society in many ways,
especially when folks want all things for free.
Some people choose to lay around – not work!
They try to get on welfare if they can.
Our taxes pay for these folks’ laziness.
I’d never want to wed a slothful man.
We need example from good moms and dads
to change the way our youth are being taught.
The work ethic grows weaker with each decade.
The world owes us a living? I think not!
Be independent. Have respect; be kind.
Support is nice if you are down and out.
But even some disabled folks can help themselves.
The extra greedy needy we can do without.
Who or what was this Gretna Green? I oft' did ponder
And English heroine or a fetching greensward? I oft' did wonder!
I learned on my bewildering computer and with my 'cyclopedia at hand,
'Tis a village amid the brae and heather in the South of Scotland!
The Scots are renowned for their haggis and kilts of tartan plaid,
The elusive Loch Ness Monster and the finest whiskey to be had!
Lesser know is the village of Gretna Green and its colorful past,
Where hordes of couples fled to wed without being harassed!
In 1754 the Brits passed A Marriage Act that changed the town forever,
Decreeing if under age twenty-one, from their folks they could not sever.
Soooo, if neither could obtain the necessary parental consent,
Off to Gretna Green they'd elope - this grave restriction to circumvent!
Gretna Green is the first town just north of the English border.
There, lovers fled to unite their lives sans parental warder!
The blacksmith on a road called "Headless Cross" was their destination;
There, an "anvil priest" legally hitched them up with little hesitation!
The "anvil" has since become the symbol of Gretna Green,
Since at the blacksmith shop is where eloping couples would convene!
There, the "anvil priest" "forged" a union that each did cherish,
Leaving enraged mums and dads seething back in the local parish!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
My dad is mowing the grass.
Along with the other dads-
Seemingly everyone is mowing at once.
Wearing cargo shorts and sandals, like all dads do.
Buzzing from the lawnmowers.
Does not stop me from falling asleep on the hammock.
My dad makes it seem effortless.
So maybe it’s not so bad to let him do all the work…
Until he walks past me and I see him sweating from the heat.
I feel bad, so I make him homemade lemonade.
I tell him, I’ll do it next time.
But my dad is too wise to believe me.
But maybe he really doesn’t mind.
As he always gets done in time,
To enjoy our peaceful patio together.
There are:
Those that’s false
And those that’s real
~
Those who earn
And those who steal
~
Those who frown
And those who grin
~
Those who lose
And those who win
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Those who love
And those who hate
~
Those what’s early
Those what’s late
~
Those what’s dirty
Those what’s clean
~
Those who’s generous
Those who’s mean
~
Those who come
And those who go
~
Those what’s fast
And those what’s slow
~
Those that rise
And those that fall
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Those with nothing
Those with all
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Those who run
And those who walk
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Those who listen
Those who talk
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Those who save
And those who spend
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Those what borrow
Those what lend
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Those in heaven
Those in hell
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Those who buy
And those who sell
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Those that whisper
Those that shout
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Those who believe
And those who doubt
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Those with friends
And those with foes
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Those with joys
And those with woes
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Those that’s young
And those that’s old
~
Those that’s scared
And those that’s bold
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Those who break
And those who make
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Those that give
And those that take
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Those who’s heavy
Those who’s light
~
Those that read
And those that write
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Those that’s nasty
Those that’s nice
~
Those like fire
And those like ice
Those who’s calm
And those who’s wild
~
Those who’s adult
And those who’s child
~
Those who succeed
And those who fail
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Those who’s female
Those who’s male
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Those who’s mums
And those who’s dads
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Those who’s girls
And those who’s lads
~
Those who’s fat
And those who’s thin
~
Those who sink
And those who swim
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Those that’s selfish
Those that care
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Those who’s bald
And those with hair
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Those with less
And those with more
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Those who’s wealthy
those who’s poor
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Those who quit
And those who try
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Those who’s wet
And those who’s dry
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Those who’s clever
Those who’s thick
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Those who’s healthy
Those who’s sick
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Those who laugh
And those who cry
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Those who live
And those who die
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And those who go that extra mile
To write a verse to make you smile!
Ivor G Davies