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Little Davy wanted a puppy for Christmas
His parents, though, were totally against it
Davy whimpered and whined til he was breathless
“Please,” he wrote to Santa, “bring a puppy, Mr. Clause”
The big day drew closer and Davy said a prayer,
“Please, dear Lord, let my puppy be there”
He went to bed on the night before Christmas
With hope in his heart and a tender kiss from Mom
Bright and early the next morning, Davy arose and running,
Went downstairs to the Christmas tree to see what was coming.
The first thing he noticed was that the puppy was not there.
He felt a tear sting his eyes but promised not to care.
All the presents were unwrapped and all that seemed to be left…
Was carrying out the wrapping paper to go into the trash bin.
Davy knew it was his job to do this simple task and wasn’t asked
When he began to carry the leftover wrappings to the kitchen.
It was then, in the kitchen, that he noticed a familiar sound
The sound of whimpering and digging beneath a cabinet there in the corner.
Davy rushed over to the cabinet and began to pull at its doors.
Out came a big black lab with one ear flopped over against its head.
“Mom, Dad,” Davy screamed with excitement, “Santa left a puppy…
He just left it in the kitchen cupboard, but it is there and it loves me!”
Davy was grinning his biggest grin as Mom and Dad came in…
“Well,” they began, “It looks like you have your wish.” Then they began
To tell him all he had to do to care for this new member of the family.
“You’ll have to feed him and walk him and take care that he stays warm”
“You’ll have to care for him with all your heart and make sure you love him”
“You’ll have to see that he has all his shots just like you had to have.”
Davy laughed with surprise at the ease of all they said and smiled with such pride…
That his puppy would be called Fred!!!
Children's Christmas or Holiday Tale - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Carol Eastman
Behind the seven great mountains with sugar tops on
There lies the valley where there is only love and happiness
There are not many who know these mountains
and rather few people know about this valley
The birds are singing so beautiful all year round
The flowers make themselves attractive to all the bees
People live in a wonderful harmony with love
No unfriendliness, no jealousy, no hard feelings
This valley is like a little mini paradise, where everyone is happy
In happiness and love grow only the best of the best
I've been searching for this valley all my life without finding it
If we all were looking together maybe we will find a better world
22.01.2013
A-L Andresen :)
And the truth is they dont hear what I say
And even if they do it won't matter anyway
And its a constant battle with the words to follow
so it got all left behind me was the most painful thing to swallow
And to carry around all of this weight
With eyes that shine but are filled with hate
To go day by day with these walls around me
And yet to everyone else im the perfect phony
And yet you see its the perfect little trick
But in all honesty it seriously makes me sick
How depritive people have become to be
That when someone's suffering
Are they that dull to see
They'll go ahead and tell you everything's fine take a deep breath act like everything's divine
When the walls inside my mind are crumbling
And its this constant decision of push or am I going
Take a deep breath and swallow it down
Because when it comes to speak no one else is around
These voices in my head know more about me than myself
Filled with other empty thoughts I've shoved up and put on a shelf
Come back to at a later date
Suffer in silence push down tears and corporate
Everyone depends on you, you dont have time to not be yourself
Quit being a burden dont put that on someone else
Stop being yourself because if someone else sees ,your crazy might come out and then you'll watch another person leave
Don't you get it? It's what we're use to
Its that fun Lil game..
Its come around time to time and the outcome always the same..
Its not somthing you're ever going to win
Not this time around, probably never again
Don't you see that all faded away
You don't get to have it back, so say goodbye to that day
Now put on a damn smile cause you need to push thru
Because don't you remember everyone depends on you
So push those other thoughts deep down inside of that head
And don't look back because that tommorow is dead
Go down that rabbit hole another day because you know it will creep up
Its always here to stay
And then we'll sit and reminisce
Once again those deep thoughts that depress
Until then just push thru
Because remember the voices in your head are always watching you
Just remember we're always here to stay
Because we're the thoughts that never go away."
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Alluring is the way a smile escapes,
the delicate shape of the lips
Fingers caress the small of the back,
gently moving toward soft silky hips
Simply placing that teasing touch,
upon tender peach cheeks so slow
Smoothly kissing vanilla creamy skin,
as a breeze tickles everything below
Love is truly felt when moments collide,
as the heart and soul just float in ecstasy
Capturing the depth of every breath and sigh,
wrapping you around everlasting beauty
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A passionate little scribble
~ It's Friday ~
We play in the streets shaded of grey
We sing and dance but in the saddest of ways
Duplessis turned us into little clowns
In boarding houses of very strange towns
Our mothers cried, we heard them we did
Crying from the skies
We became the faceless infants
We became many shades of grey illusions
We looked up towards tall figures
Priests and Doctors of the state of hell
Who declared we had no idea
Of our own state or our own fate
So we played in the alley of the dead
Infants as clowns in institutes to drown
Our pains well hidden behind our masks
Little clowns running away in the fields
A comedy of pain upon our naked souls
You big ones played
You had your roles
Now we dance in the alley of dead infants
You killed us at birth
You sold tickets to the show
Of dead clowns who dance
To the federal benefactors afar
Our demise was your pleasure
The dead end road to our destiny
Little clowns who dance to your whims
Children with stolen mothers
Our pain is your circus
Little figurines dancing on our heads
Experiments you say
We must decry, we are not happy clowns
Kill Kill Kill us all
Makes us fall into happy listless sleep
We must suffer death yet a second time
So be it! We live in eternal pain
In the alley of the dead infant clowns
Notes: I was listening to this video, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7x1n-0MmLNg
It was the video itself and not the words that reminded me of an event here, I will post the info,
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Duplessis_Orphans
This is a very dark moment in history, and a sad moment, and that video inspired me to re-tell the story!
Some people think of family as an endless book where each day they engage in completing another chapter…in writing another page
Some people think of family as an endless song with notes varied and diverse…where each day they add another tune…another melody another verse.
Though both of these are appealing I find, for me, it is much better…when I think of my family..to think in terms of a lifelong love letter.
A letter started long ago…I know not when or where…written through the centuries with thoughtfulness and care.
A letter written by a million hands…young and old and new…a letter any family member can add their thoughts and feelings to.
This love letter is special to my family…we are the ones who see…within this letter…the constant rebuilding and rearranging of our family.
But here is where it gets interesting…mysterious even madcap…in the way so many of all our family love letters blend together…overlap.
For as we write a little every day how often do we find…I end up in your love letter…and you end up in mine.
For in this letter not only members born into my family will you see…but friends I’ve met along the way…who have become my family.
If you’re looking for its beauty and its power once the seeds of love are sown…the proof is in our love letters…and how large our families have grown.
And if we’re lucky…
when our writing days are done…
another family member will pick up the pen…thus extending…
this love letter….started long ago…
that, hopefully…will never have an ending..
THIS IS THE STORY OF ANNIE LEE
A WIDOW WOMAN FROM KENTUCKY
SHE OWNED A HORSE NAMED BILLY G
BLUE GRASS FED AND SPIRIT FREE
LIFE'S BEEN HARD ON ANNIE LEE
SOLD ALL SHE HAD SEPT BILLY G
THE BANKER MAN WAS RICH AND MEAN
HE WANTED ALL THAT HE COULD GLEAN
HE OWNED THE FASTEST HORSE IN TOWN
WHOSE FAME WAS KNOWN TO ALL AROUND
WHO NEVER LOST A SINGLE RACE
AND ALL WHO TRIED FACED SURE DISGRACE
TALL AND LEAN WITH SPIRIT SEEN
AND FIRE IN HIS EYES
A KILLER’S SENSE OF CONFIDENCE
THAT ALWAYS WON THE PRIZE
BANKER MAN WANTS BILLY G
AND OFFERED A BET TO ANNIE LEE
YOUR DEED FOR THE STEED
SAID THE MAN FULL OF GREED
NO CHOICE HAD ANNIE LEE
THE DAY OF THE RACE WAS HOT AND STILL
YET THE PEOPLE FELT A CERTAIN CHILL
BANKER MAN WORE A SMILING GRIN
SO CERTAIN WAS HE OF THE WIN
THE HORSES WERE ALL SET TO RUN
JUST WAITING FOR THE STARTING GUN
THEIR HOOVES WERE DANCING IN THE DUST
THE RIDERS WORKING TO ADJUST
ANNIE LEE WAS IN THE STANDS
A NERVOUS LOOK AND SWEATY HANDS
SHE KNEW HER HORSE WAS SLEEK AND FAST
A WARRIOR'S SPIRIT TO THE LAST
A BANG CAME FROM THE STARTING GUN
THE HORSES TOOK OFF ON THE RUN
THE BIG HORSE HAD THE EARLY LEAD
NO DOUBT ABOUT HIS ALL-OUT SPEED
BUT BILLY KEPT UP WITH THE PACE
HIS SPIRIT BORN TO RUN THIS RACE
THE BIG HORSE THEN INCREASED THE LEAD
HIS WIN WAS LOOKING GUARANTEED
BUT BILLY WOULD NOT YIELD HIS GROUND
AS CHEERING ECHOED ALL AROUND
AND THEN FROM SOMEWHERE DEEP WITHIN
THERE CAME THAT AWFUL NEED TO WIN
A MIRACLE WAS SEEN THAT DAY
A THING OF WHICH SOME PEOPLE SAY
A FEAT THAT SEEMED AT FIRST INSANE
THE SMALLER HORSE BEGAN TO GAIN
AND AS THEY REACHED THE FINAL TURN
BANKER MAN SHOWED SOME CONCERN
THAT LITTLE HORSE WAS REALLY FAST
HE WONDERED IF HIS STEED WOULD LAST
AND AS THEY REACHED THE FINISH LINE
THE ENDING CAME AS BY DESIGN
YOUNG BILLY WON IT BY A NOSE
THE PEOPLE CHEERED AND LOST REPOSE
SO ANNIE BEAT THE BANKER MAN
AND NOW SHE HAD THE DEEDED LAND
AND BILLY G WAS FREE TO ROAM
ON FIELDS THAT NOW ARE ALL HIS HOME.
The blue water licks the sandy shore
washing away many footprints.
the kids running down the beach make a splash
moms are yelling-kids watch out...
birds follow with delight.
We are having so much fun,
in the ocean water and sun. Look at little Tommy run,
trying to shoot birds with his air gun.
now time to go home
say goodbye to the ocean....
sleep will come easy.
Date Written 9/4/2020
Writing Challenge - Nature, Four in One - Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Constance La France
3 Place Writing Challenge - Nature, Four in One -
Contest Judged:9/20/2020 Sponsored by: Constance La France
He called my name
I turned around
He sniffed me out like a hungry bloodhound
I try to hide
I back away
But still he finds me there anyway
He caresses my arm
I count to three
My mind drifts off to somewhere I’m free
He says “take off your clothes”
My body breaks a silent oath
A lump in the back of my throat
Fear or sadness? Maybe it’s both
Age 8 and facing a world of darkness
His dark eyes full of intense sharpness
I felt like a carcass of my old self
Left in the dark like a dusty old shelf
He was my stepdad, it left me confused
My mom left me neglected, he left me abused
I wanted a new life but life just refused
So I carry the hurt but it won’t be excused
Cuz I’m breaking this generational curse
And just to be real, it could’ve been worse
I got my little girl, he’s in the back of a hearse
Dead and forgotten like a dirty old purse
If life taught me anything, it’s how to be strong
It gracefully taught me how to right any wrongs
It taught me to be the one to break all the chains
I’m proud of the person I’ve built through the pain
The neighbours went off on their yearly vacation,
Off to visit some foreign nation.
Leaving me keys and a list a mile long,
To watch their pets. What could go wrong?
The rottweiler is a gentle soul
As long as there's always food in her bowl.
The trick is filling it as quick as can be,
So you need to be fast, faster than me.
The birds take pride in emptying their dishes
All over the floor, and then there's the fishes.
So there's food and water and then food again,
Making sure there's enough to last until when
The next day begins and we start it anew.
I'm told there's a cat. Really! Who knew?
If there is , it certainly keeps itself hid.
It's like playing hide and seek with some little kid.
Walking the dog has become quite a chore.
She sees the leash and runs for the door.
After being dragged two miles the walk finally starts.
The dog is immense, she should be pulling carts.
Back to the house and the hide and seek game.
If there is a cat, it doesn't come to it's name.
The birds are now staring at their seeds on the floor.
I refuse to refill the dishes as I head to the door.
So this daily ritual will last another week
And I'll keep trying to win the game of hide and seek.
Thank goodness their vacation only comes once a year.
After watching the pets ....I could sure use a beer.