Long Family hope Poems
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A man is a feeling of wanting to go home to
A real reflection of neighbour wood by actions
A free spirit to share life and never be afraid around
A way of putting a smile and laughter
A reflection that make day and night bright like stars
An adviser, a feeling that can feel every pain you go through
And that’s a true reflection of a man
A family strength, pillar, love, father and a husband with no doubts of wondering
A deep down touching feeling of light
A reflector that modify humanity and woman
Courage, listener and not easily angered and that’s a true reflection of a man
A way of knowing when it’s wrong and apologise
A way of making a woman feel appreciated and never look back to yesterday
An uplifting spirit that turn the mood to happiness
With warm open arms
A better outcome fighter of the future
That’s a true reflection of a true man
Reflection of a true man
Just flip a coin
And you'll enjoy
A newborn, bouncing baby boy.
Just flip a coin
And find a pearl
A newborn, bouncing baby girl.
Both born co-equal at the start -
Co-equal with a heart, a mind,
Yet differ as their lives unwind.
Yes, down the lengthy road of life
Through messages for roles we send
Co-equal mostly seems to end.
Abilities become obscure
And with that fondest hopes and dreams
Assigned disparate paths it seems.
With such great promises arrayed
To key the very start of things
What cost by loss destiny brings.
Co-equal at the start of life,
Co-equal at the very end,
It's years between time should amend.
Then, what must take place after this
Without in fact assigning "blame"
In this unequal coin flip game?
In a world of journeys,
A path we found,
A path woven with waves of emotions,
A path of laughter and tears.
RCF, a home of care we found.
RCF
A journey of change,
A journey of power,
A journey of unity,
A journey of voices,
A journey of love.
RCF, a journey that stretched us.
RCF
A journey where shyness turned to bravery,
A journey of learning,
A babe once, now grown in grace,
A journey of one becoming a multitude,
A journey of instability now firm and grounded.
RCF, where my heart belongs.
How do I say goodbye?
A journey engraved in my heart,
A journey that forged us into warriors,
A journey that taught us resilience.
RCF, a journey completed, strong and true.
In RCF, a family I found.
She is a loving mother,
her pain is like no other.
Kids taken all at once away.
A price too steep to have to pay.
Holds her head up high,
when all she wants to do is die.
She thinks her pain is masked,
but as you see, its no easy task.
She's strong and still fights,
even when they say she has no rights.
She dreams of seeing her kids,
trying hard to keep the pain hid.
She goes to court and really fights,
only to come home alone and cry at night.
Still, she continues this uphill battle.
Her confidence, they constantly rattle.
Goes to work and tries to smile,
as her heart is breaking all the while.
Wish I was a much better sister,
who called and let her know I missed her.
I had my own tumultuous issues,
it was she who really needed the tissues.
I just had a crappy, low life man.
By her side her family should stand.
Instead they all give her grief.
Do they not see her pain will never be brief?
No, they all say they are sorry, but they're full of lies.
Didn't they know it was her LIFE in demise?
A better sister, I'll try to be.
Her back she never turned to me.
I hope she knows she's loved and cared for.
Her smile I'd like to see more.
I know that's no easy task.
But that I will still ask.
As they push her to the brink,
She's stronger than she ever thinks.
A combined effort for Kristy.....
I awake in the stuffy camper living space,
and begin rubbing my hands across my greasy face.
Mosquitoes destined to die fly above, about the neon light.
Friends and family already awake waiting for me outside.
The door opens letting the breeze bring new life to the stuffy room.
Grabbing my white shorts and brown glasses I get up and exit my tomb.
My eyes begin to adjust to spring’s bright gloom.
My brother and childhood friends play by the lake shore,
father is cooking sausage on the little electric grill by the back camper’s door.
I open the fridge door and grab a V8,
while letting the sounds of laughter fill my soul till it aches.
Mom is rocking in her grandmother’s rocking chair,
the smell of pollen and mid-spring flowers fills the air.
I stride past my mom and perch upon the porch rail,
the glistening body of teal takes my breath away without fail
We will laugh, we will play, and be childishly free all day
and wish things would always be this way.
And this my friend is this poet’s ever perfect day.
She was only fourteen
Taken at will
Her family distraught
As they remain still
It was on a cold December night
Christmas was near
Their daughter went missing
As they began to fear
Is she another victim
Of this society of ours
Or this gang that's marauding
Leaving emotional scars
Young girls are taken
And sold abroad
Intended to work
As their young bodies are clawed
Many years pass
Their phone rings in the night
Interpol, Paris
We think we have sight
The morning follows
As they catch the next flight
The call they received
Confirmed it was right
Their daughter has been found
A shadow of her self
She's been used and abused
Cast on a shelf
They are finally together
To her parents she runs
They have their daughter back
Their tomorrow has begun
Further years pass
As their daughter grows
As she closes her eyes
Her past horror flows
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Come quickly Lord, come quickly now!
I want to be with you sooner, but how?
My heart is homesick to its very depth.
To the point of breathing my very last breath!
My mind is depleted of any other things.
Only the desire to be with you, that solely remains.
My being drifts on passing this safe harbor of life.
Deciding rather to give up or continue with this "strife."
Drowning in the sea of sarrow..
Scared and unsure of what will be of tomorrow.
Day to day struggles are weighing me down.
Lord, throw me a life raft before I drown.
You know a few years from now
my son is gonna get curious
I know eventually we gotta have that talk
I gotta take that walk back down memory lane
I then been threw so many changes
But I'm from the hood so to him
I gotta speak that real language
And it makes me wonder
not really all that worried
the kinda lifestyle I carried
but that was after I got legal
knowing he gotta walk thru
the same blocks I walked thru
seeing them D-Boyz, Street Thugs,
Dope Fiends, Dark Alleys, & Drug Needles
But I guess all I can do is
pray for better days
while I'm daydreaming in a daze
hoping one day he doesn't
end up in dat same cage or
sittin sideways on the corner
wit his top laid back
but like Jay I had to fade to black
and just stay faithful in God's promise
Yea he'll go threw trials & tribulations
I just pray he wont get overwhelmed
by Satan
A SIX YEAR OLDS PRAYER.
Dear God do you know who I am.
I am possibly your biggest and youngest fan.
I am not that old and I’m only six.
I know with you anything can be fixed.
This year has been hard so my parents have said.
Mom and Dad cry cause there is not enough food to be fed.
My Dad stresses and says its just not fair.
He’s worried so much he is losing his hair.
I went to the doctor a lot this year .
Mom and Dad said there is no need to fear.
The doctor tells them it’s the worst they have ever seen.
He said it was cancer, God what does that mean.
Does that mean I have been bad or done something wrong.
Does it hurt god, if so for how long.
They give me treatment and lots of people pray.
I get lots of hugs from people that don’t know what to say.
Mom says that you have my lost hair.
I know why ,its cause your making me the softest and the best teddy bear.
Here it is Christmas time once again.
We opened our gifts and everyone cried when they saw my cheesy grin.
God I know you are not Santa but can I ask you for a gift from you.
Its just a small thing I would like from you.
Can you give my parents strength when you call my name.
Cause I know their life will be different and never the same.
It’s the only gift I want and nothing else.
Please God remember its for my parents and not for myself.
I’m really tired God sorry I have to go.
I love you God I am thankful that you already know.
So I will say goodnight and I will talk to you again.
And most of all thanks for everything God.
Love you forever.
AMEN.
I can't believe I'd ever be
part of a normal family
that loves each other without fail
with open arms they will cradle
you with heartfelt love and care
these feelings will not disappear
I never felt this way before
my childhood was like a war
fighting drugs and alcohol
but the most awful of all
is how I never quite fit in
my life was in a downward spin
till one very special day
made the past go far away
never to return again
I'm in a place I've never been
feelings different and new
hoping they will stick like glue
staying around for a while
giving me a kind of smile
I'm not used to wearing on
a face that was tattered and torn
from all the abused neglect
now a new expression will be kept
on my face and in my heart
this love will not be torn apart
with two children I adore
I would give my life up for
they will never know the sorrow
I dealt with---a new tomorrow
will always be kept and made
the will never be afraid
I will ever do to them
what was done by awful kin
this past cycle of madness
will not bring them any sadness
with love that unconditional
all their dreams I will fulfill