Long Family life Poems
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The test
In these days of gender turmoil
Gender issues, gender strife
It has now become a puzzle
How to go about with life
What to teach our growing children?
Who or what defines their role?
When the family is in shambles
Undermining every goal
It’s confusion upon confusion
Rules and morals what are they?
What was once highly regarded
Is quickly seen as ’in the way’
Change the system, change foundations
Make things easy, cut the chains
That restrict the craving human
Never mind the stains and pains
We decide what we’re becoming
Can’t you see? And it goes well
If you doubt what you are seeing
Then don’t ask and we won’t tell
The time has come to make things over
The more the better, let’s recreate
And we will not stop to ponder
If this is prompted by self-hate
Let us live out every feeling
How we think is how we feel
And this unrestricted living
Really does have strong appeal
As the genders keep confusing
One another and the rest
Whether agreed on or objected
This puts all mankind to the test.
Wendy Nipas
She had another birthday
And she sat before the mirror
She contemplated her gray hair
Her wrinkles and her years
But she didn't need to fret
She shouldn't really fear
Cause her gray hairs are memories
Her wrinkles are souvenirs
Each strand of silver shows a worry
That never came to pass
Each deep line upon her face
Is there because she laughed
There have been times of trouble
And there have been times of stress
But life has really been quite good
For she's been truly blest
And so it's Happy Birthday
She is so very dear
For her gray hairs are memories
And her wrinkles are souvenirs
We’d been online for weeks, sharing stories about each other.
It’s hard to imagine, but after all this, I’ve found love again.
We’ve chatted so much, I know almost everything about her.
She’s visited all of the same place that I have, even Big Ben.
We agree on a lot of the same things like politics, family, & life.
It’s rare to find someone with whom I’d want a romance.
At first, I she seemed so different from my first wife.
When I realized who she was, I knew we had a second chance.
It was my ex, you see, to whom I’d been married once before.
This was completely unexpected, yet it didn’t at all feel strange.
After the initial shock, we knew that there was something more.
We could make it work this time, now that we’ve both changed.
With the family visiting again this holiday..as they have so many times before
It was once again time to revisit…the back of our old closet door.
On it Deborah and I have placed one of our most treasured sights
A history of our family’s growth recorded in our children and grandchildren’s heights.
Heights have been inscribed on this door for over 35 years
It was time to update our two youngest grandchildren…
who have grown 6 inches it appears…
This closet door reminds us…as we read heights written in black pen
How every child grows…it’s not a matter of will they..
it’s a matter of when
(I wonder if growing taller is as big an accomplishment
as we all might be thinking
Because, although we’ve not recorded our heights…
I think Deborah and I are shrinking.)
Be that as it may I can’t open this door without smiling
sometimes a tear finds its way to my eye
as I realize when facing it…how quickly time goes by.
With the future always one step away…a future approaching so fast
opening this door is a wonderful way to pause and revisit our past.
To look back on our children and grandchildren…
Now that they’ve all grown taller than us…
back to a time not that long ago
when they were all smaller than us.
Yes, we’ve been recording heights here for over 35 years
and hope to record here for over 35 more…
But…if there ever comes a time we have to move away…
Moving with us…will be this old closet door.
I guess she wasn’t good enough for that little man.
When my parents were having words,
my father would give my mother the back of his hand.
But it’s not with her husband my mother wanted to fight.
She knew, he was listening to his mother
who always thought she was right?
I guess she wasn’t good enough for that little man.
But I don’t know, backhanding my mother
may not have been part of my grandmother plan.
But what happen the next time,
made me my mother’s number one fan.
Now I was too young to witness this.
My mother told me about its years later.
She even showed me the clipping from the newspaper.
She was ironing his shirts for work one day
and they were having words their same old way.
He turned to backhand her like he would usually do.
But she grabbed his hand before he could follow through.
She... Ironed a wrinkle on his shoulder
and another one on his chest,
manage to get his mid-section as he hollered and professed.
He tried to get away, but stumbled and fell.
It’s a good thing he found religion, because he sure caught hell.
The police were called, and a newspaper reporter made it there too.
She explained to them both, in defending herself.
She did what a woman in her position had to do.
I had to kick his behined and his ego too!
oh, and he’s going to need some help removing my shoe.
I changed my husband’s attitude with an iron,
He is not a man! No husband of mine!
And that’s why I put my foot where the sun doesn’t shine.
A tiny seed in blankets deep,
With secrets that the angels keep.
The first sweet gummy smile appears,
To chase away a parent’s fears.
The "waddle-walk" on kitchen tiles,
And chocolate faces, messy smiles;
A world where cardboard boxes fly,
And stars are caught in jars nearby.
Then comes the storm of teenage years,
Of slamming doors and hidden tears.
But through the fog, a "puppy love"—
A gift sent from the skies above.
The static hum of a late-night call,
Shadows stretched against the wall,
The gasoline scent of a first new car,
Chasing the light of a distant star.
Young adulthood brings the test,
Of leaving home, the empty nest.
The trials of rent and long, hard days,
To find your feet in city haze.
Then comes the shift, a quiet change,
Where roles we knew begin to range;
No longer just the child at play,
You build the magic, lead the way.
Then adult life arrives in full,
With gravity and a steady pull.
The Good is found in quiet bread,
In prayers whispered o’er a sleeping head.
The Bad is a debt that’s never paid,
And the Indifferent is the dust where dreams were laid.
Mid-life brings a deeper hue,
Of skies that turn a darker blue.
The bittersweet and heavy part,
Of holding joy within the heart.
For children grow and take their flight,
While grandchildren bring back the light;
With gardens planted, seeds of thought,
And wisdom to the neighbors brought.
Now silver threads and creaking knees,
Like moss upon the ancient trees.
The body yields, a slower pace,
But leaves a light upon the face.
The graying hair and weathered skin,
Where all the stories of the years begin.
With wisdom as a walking cane,
You find the sun within the rain.
A sage now stands where once a child
Ran barefoot, curious and all too wild.
With stories etched in every line,
And memories like a finely aged wine.
The journey ends where it began,
Within the grace of life’s great plan—
A circle closed, a spirit free,
The beauty of the legacy.
And when the candle flickers low,
To join the wind and homeward go,
I do not vanish, lost to night,
But step behind a veil of light.
I’ll watch you from a distant near,
To catch each laugh and dry each tear,
With eyes that shine and heart that’s true,
Still smiling down in love at you.
(Chain Poetry)
I hate to see what's taking place all over this planet here
Here in this world are happening just too many bad things
Things that make me truly concerned and very worried
Worried and very sick to my stomach all the time
Time and time again I hear all these horrible and very sad stories
Stories so bad they sicken my heart and soul and truly make me shiver
Shiver with fear and concern for the safety of all the children
Children are in extreme danger all the time, anywhere and every day
Day in and night out we all need to protect the life of our precious children
Children all over the world need lots of love, attention and hugs plus understanding
Understanding, shower them with all your loving care and protection
Protection we should provide them and give them no matter what
What we have to do for them to receive it as we bring them up and they grow up
Up too soon we see them go, tick, tock, tick, tock, the clock never stops for you or me
Me and you should never stop saying "I love you" or not showing for our children our love
Love for God, love for family and friends, love for people and love for all of the children
Children need us to teach them and guide them all about God's awesome love!
Love through God is so beautiful, true and awesome and will turn them into better adults
Adults they will be one day and more matured if we just raise them with morals and right
Right from wrong we have to and need to teach them all the time and everyday you see
See now and make sure that they never get hurt or abused in any way by anyone!
Anyone could hurt them,so be careful,be good to them,protect them and love them all!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2009
August 2,2009
"Reality is something you rise above." -Liza Minelli
There is a host of systems the world over that mankind has chosen to live under or to be governed by. Some of these systems are cultural,
and others are political or religious. Some systems are so entrenched into the life and psyche of its people that there is very little opportunity to escape
their gripe. Unfortunately, these are "Realities" that the populous in many societies must learn to live with or, in many cases, become a criminal or castaway in society.
In the "Free World", it is easy to take for granted the mindset to which we have become accustomed. We all are subjected to the reality we are born into, but at some point, we learn and come to realize that reality is not our god, and we are not bound to remain in an unpleasant status if we choose to prepare ourselves to face the challenges and "Rise Above" the unpleasant plight into which we find ourselves. Even in hostile societies with far less freedom, men and women have found ways to "Rise Above" those seemingly inescapable realities. The "Rise Above" is often very costly endeavors and pursuits, resulting in imprisonments and too often even death.
There are other realities in family life that are more personal and far less
hostile. For example, My father died, leaving 11 minor children with our mother who was 35 years old. Some of our relatives, desiring to help our mother, offered to raise some of us kids. Without much thought, our mother said "No". Though her sadden reality looked dark, our mother had a personal faith
in God that energized her to believe that she could "Rise Above" her challenging reality and make a good life for her kids. She chose to keep us
together, and I have no doubt that we are the better for it. Father was gone, and mother made the wise right choice because she knew best.
021820PoSpCtest, She Inspires Series, Maureen McGreavy
O Sweet Jesus, do these people have Your spirit?
Do they please You in acting like this?
Does it please You, when for fear of displeasing You,
We neglect doing the greatest to please Your Mother?
Does devotion to Your mother, delay devotion to Yourself?
Does she attribute to herself the honor we pay her?
Is she a stranger who has no connection to You?
Does it displease You when we try to please her?
Do we alienate or separate ourselves from Your love by giving ourselves to her honoring her?
Yet my Sweet Master,
The greater part of the learned could not discourage to Your holy mother more could now show more difference to it
Even all that I have said were true.
Therefore, have they been punished for their pride!
Keep me Lord, keep me form their sentiments and their practices
Give me share of the sentiments of gratitude
Esteem, Respect and Love
Which You has in regard to Your Holy Mother
The more I imitate her and follow her
The more I may Love and Glorify You
As if up to this point
I had still said nothing in honor of Your holy Mother
'Give me now the grace to praise You worthily,'
In spite of all her enemies, who are Yours as well
Grant me to say loudly with the saints
'Let not that man believe to look for the mercy of God
Who offends His holy Mother
(St. Louis Marie de Montfort)
Demon in disguise with captivating dark-brown eyes,
He is gentle and focused, for you are his prize.
Hypnotic smile across his lips, with thrust of hips and eloquence,
He has broken your defence with confidence.
His trophy, your heart, he has won!
Candlelit dinners, flowers, romance
Passionate sex, holidays in the sun
Rings on the fingers you are now one.
Traditional promise and a couple of kids
It's all that matters, they have first dibs
A home, a car, and a dog,
Your life has begun as one hard slog.
Welcome to your life's routine
You are no longer sixteen
Are you still his queen?
What evil will his time bring?
Compliments ushered out the door
What are you thinking mopping the floor
Wiping up vomit, stumbling over toys
Is this what life is with all its joys?
What evil promise did his time bring?
Sex is a job, no longer a pleasure,
Your kids are precious your life's treasure,
He is always late, arrogant and rude,
You thought it was your fault for being such a prude.
So you take a few drinks to feel better,
While is off on business like a trend setter.
He is always failing at what he does,
You have lost it, the incredible buzz.
Venomous insults, frequent and rapid they leak
Like a demon possessed allow him to speak
Scarlet embarrassment paints your cheeks,
He has become an uncontrollable freak.
When the kids get older you promise to leave,
In order to feel better, your lie you believe,
you think he will change? are you so naive?
It is only yourself you begin to deceive.
A few nightly slaps, and a couple of bruises,
When for no reason his temper he loses.
The demon in disguise has brought about a promise of hell.
Nowhere to run to, no one to tell.