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Y60TH I WOULDN'T BE CAUGHT DEAD ON 60TH STREET MY DAUGHTERS EX IN SON FATHER'S FAMILY'S THEY USE TO BABYSIT MY GRANDDAUGHTER YKIRBY HER MOTHER LIVED ON 60TH STREET NOT ME STOP SENDING TERRORIST THREATS ON LICENSE PLATES INTIMIDATION I NEVER LIVED ON 60TH STREET YKIRBY MOTHER PERKINS RESIDED ON 60TH I HATED THAT MY DAUGHTER TOOK MY GRANDDAUGHTER TO THAT BAD NEIGHBORHOOD WITH HER BOY FRIENDS GRANDMOTHER HER DAUGHTER WOULD BE YOUR YKIRBY ON 60TH STREET TODAY I'M GETTING INJECTIONS IN MY HEAD WHY TERRORIZE ME WITH THREATS Y60TH WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED ON 60TH STREET YOU THREATENING THE WRONG YOLANDA
What’s in a name? That’s what Juliet wants to know when she sadly discovers the last name of her beloved Romeo.
And as a way of coping…of cushioning the pain…
“A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” She doth explain.
Like most people I’ve had a variety of names…which I have happily worn…
James is the name my parent gave me on the day that I was born.
But as I grew up James seemed too formal and one day…on a whim…I made the decision from that day forward that everyone would call me Jim.
Then I married and lo and behold…a father I became….
I was Jim to my wife and Daddy to my children…suddenly I had two names.
And when my daughter married and a mother she became…
I was Jim and Dad and PopPop…now I had three names.
My christened name James was biblical…it had dignity and grace…
but Jim and Dad and PopPop are the names that bring a smile to my face.
Three names I am now called that help to make my life complete.
It matters not which one I hear for they all sound as sweet.
Whatever I’m called my hope remains the same…
that you embrace the person I am…the one who stands behind the name.
So when I’m gone…when I’ve finally departed this world..this time..this place…
whatever name you remember me by…will bring a smile to your face.
Perhaps that should be our goal in life…our one ambition…our final aim…
I wonder if that’s what Juliet meant when she asked…What’s in a name?’
Where did the time go, who took it from you?
You can't even imagine what we've all been through.
Looking for your yellow that never appeared,
And deep down unforgiveness is what you really feared.
Cuz' fear is tricky that way, and your animals or us couldn't make you stay,
you turned and ran the other way, leaving us to move on for another day.
Your eyes so red with a smile so sweet,
I always thought you'd get back on your feet.
No one could have saved you, my love,
I guess they needed another angel up above.
So there you were under a beautiful pine, took your last breath,
what was really on your mind?
So many unanswered questions, so many learned life lessons,
and now I'm trying to count my blessings,
thinking of all your confessions,
while recalling your final transgressions.
Your mountain wasn't in Colorado or even down here,
way up above the clouds is when it became so clear.
I stay strong for my daughter who you left without a note,
what will I tell her when she grows old?
Tell her you fell asleep and woke up with the Lord??
Well, that's what I tell her, one day she will know more.
She'll put the pieces together, like a puzzle you once played,
while she remembers all the silly things out of play doh you made.
I breathe to make her laugh, I live for her to breathe,
what do I say when she asks why did you really leave?
She looked up to you and will learn in a blink,
she remembers “Charlie and Lola” and of course “Lion's stink”.
You broke your kid's hearts and left your animals below,
without their true mumma, and you still decided to go.
Could have been honest about your fears,
I was there to listen, spoken without reservations,
I'd listen without condition.
Written By: Laura Loo
The life i live i didnt choose or did I?
Every morning i say a prayer,a chant
Is anyone listening? I lie down thinking
How to escape? I cant? Or i wont?.
As the sun gets ready to hide for the day
The choice gets harder go or stay?
For what seems to be the millionth time
I put on my mask, my glory, my armour
Time to shine.
These men dont care what i risk to get here
All they know is what they want,desire
They dont want to hear im ready to give up
All they know is i make a quick buck
Finger prints on my body not only my face
Wounds on the inside as much as the outside
Do i give up? Is today the day? No! I have to fight
I have to climb, i have to do it for not only me
But for her, my light, my shine, my love, my life
MY DAUGHTER.
Love is kind and patient, never jealous, boastful, proud or rude. Love isn’t selfish or quick tempered. It doesn’t keep a record of wrongs that others do. Love rejoices in the truth, but not in evil. Love is always supportive, loyal, hopeful, and trusting. Love never fails!
Quote from: 1 Corinthians 13:4-8 (CEV)
This is my story filled with compassion and care,
exposing scarred memories, so hard to share.
Raised in a world where a child had no voice,
obedient, no options, no choice.
A family with a legacy of abuse and deceit,
A damaged life, I chose not to repeat.
Silenced for so long, the truth needed to be told,
and with reason beside me, I let my story unfold.
I found solace and peace from the haunting past,
exposing the truth, freed at last.
Love is listening without judgement, tender and true;
a salve of kindness that saw me through.
Leaving behind the shadows that dampened life,
now in the open, free from strife.
My source of reason, my daughter, my best friend,
her listening is loving, immeasurable, without end.
Date: July 26, 2022
For: Listening is Loving Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
Rhymes verified on rhymezone.com
Placed 4th contest
It was a week ago that I was out last, because my daughter and I went out to
run errands and eat lunch together. How the trees and other scenery have changed in just
one week. The Bradford blooming pear trees are in full array, some reblooming Irises were
gorgeous in their purple dresses reminding me of Easter. My husband would have been de-
lighted to be planting early things like potatoes, onions, cabbages, and turnips in the garden.
My daughter and I enjoyed the warmth and a nice meal. Then we returned home. Upon seeing
my front yard, I immediately know that my husband would have already got the lawn mower
running and would have cut the yard where now a....
profusion
lavender beauty....
henbit blooms
O’ FATHER PLEASE LORD GOD COVER OUR BELOVED AS SHE SLEEPS—My SpokenWord
Father God cover our beloved as she sleeps;
Do the late winter birds whisper in hidden in naked trees?
As they slumber in bitter darkness where do they be?
Our Father Embrace Her;
You beloved her mind soul;
Heart keep her in the essence of peace;
Keeping her ever sweet;
Father Our God cover our beloved as she sleeps;
As you guardian angels;
Guards and surrounds her;
Keeping her from all hurts;
Harms and on dangers;
Father the breath of your mouth;
Blew and spoke out her life;
Quite joy, Quite peace you;
Shall not leave nor dissipate;
Father Our God cover our beloved as she sleeps;
For God’s cover our Beloved as she sleeps
For God’s embrace, His coverings;
Hush! Nature’s darlings
She the Father’s Daughter
Sleeps latest night early
Our beloved Daughter must dream on;
See her slumber smile
This on, this one she’s one special
Our Father’s blessed her;
For out of His mouth speak, speak,
My daughter, my child my heart’s heart;
Precious and lovely you are eyes closed voice asleep;
Body poise Father speaks
Sleep rest in me
The Father speaks sweet soul spirit
Is free for Father’s speaks
Father Our God cover our beloved as she sleeps;
Have a joyful rest, awakening
Beloved daughter in the New Day Dawn the birds
Sing
There are seen singing enjoy His creations
Songs of praise;
Listening to our God
You shall be awakened in your chamber in blessed bliss
Wrapped engaged in the Arms of our Father’s Holy embrace
Sleep Dear Sleep in Our Father’s Holy Blessed sleep
For we love you as the God in you awakens
Rest, rest so sweet the rest
When you sleep with the heart and mind of Jesus
Dream on Daughter of Elohim
Sleep in the perfect breath of Jesus
You are at rest, perfect peace;
Watched and heavenly blessed;
Father God cover our Beloved as she sleeps
Good Night Beloved in Jesus name
Amen
3/8/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
I was looking forward to the big surprise.
My daughter had called to say it was a prize.
We ran to the porch before the big demise.
Because we have a puppy who chews everything that hits his eyes.
What is it? What is it? My husband asked with glee.
I said wait just a second. There is a bunch of tape as you can see.
It was not the gift we had been waiting for from our daughter Vee.
It was a mop head, which had been sent as a replacement for free.
We opened every Amazon box with relish that week.
But alas, the big reveal never appeared with even a peek.
It was a fruitcake, our daughter said with a squeak.
We looked at Buddy, our dog, whose language is Greek.
You do not suppose he devoured it, I asked my husband Fred.
He would not eat a fruitcake, no one likes them, Fred said.
And he could not open the tin, right? I asked. Buddy’s face was red.
We found the tin later, in pieces, laid up in back of the shed.
There was not a bit of fruitcake left for the mice or the raccoons.
So to all those who use fruitcake as a label for crazies and loons.
I have just one thing to say. Here are your large silver spoons.
I shall order you some fruitcakes, you silly Christmas loving goons.
Do not go gentle into morning light
Young souls should burn and rave at start of day
Rage, rage against the coming of the night
Though wise men at their dawn know toil is right,
Because their deeds must fork some lightening they
Do not go gentle into morning light
Good men, the first wave high, knowing how bright
Their great deeds must now cleanse a putrid bay
Rage, raging against the coming of the night
Wild men, who free the blazing sun in flight,
And learn, too late, earth burned along the way
Do not go gentle into the coming night
Young men, near prime, who see with lucid sight
Keen eyes must see like soldiers in the fray
Rage, rage against the coming of the night
And you, my daughter, here on the glad height,
Curse, bless, mankind with your fierce zeal, I pray
Do not go gentle into morning light
Rage, rage against the coming of the night.
Eileen Manassian
Do Not Go Gentle Into that Good Night is one of my favorite poems. Dylan Thomas has written a masterpiece. I wanted to write a poem that isn't about the regret that comes with facing death, but rather the awareness that comes from knowing that the dawning of a new day brings with it opportunities to be grasped. I've mirrored some of what he has written and added my take on issues of life and death. There are references in my poem to the need to be environmentally aware. I welcome your feedback.
She is gone, but where, but why?
Where does that leave me:
And why did she have to leave?
"What is the real word for Indian giver"?
You give someone something, and you take it back,
there has got to be a word for that.!
Because I know that those who they wrongly
call Indians wouldn't take a gift back.
So, I need that word that means
"gift giver and retriever".
Children are our gifts given to us by
God or so it has been said, and known!
But since God took my child back,
She must have been on loan.
Because I don't know where she is-
But Kai-Kachelle, my daughter
is nowhere to be found.
She is gone, but where, but why?
She came, she saw, she conquered,
My guess. her job was done...
We miss her more and more each day:
As it has been two years nearing three.
I now overstand that God had loaned me,
A uniquely beautiful child:
After all, is said and done:
She was still Gods property ...
So, I live, I learn, I cry and hope...
To hold my gift again.
If I get another chance, to do things properly.
I will take better care of my gift;
and not treat her as mine alone.
Now knowing she was mine to care for
And a privilege of God’s loan.