My Children Prose Poems

Black Rat;
        Laying on your stomach in the grass.
Looking so alive by the ant-hill;
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 Dat Ole River (The Calcasieu)

Dats a lazy ole river, dats a muddy ole river.   
Dat river she flows on and on and...

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To my children who I love more than the breath God gave me, 
and will love until in death that God will lay me.

Dad...

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What use am I to the world
I sometimes sit and wonder
The mirror shows me an old lady,
drained at last of her thunder.
Do I simply breath...

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Nowhere on land to be me- Being the prototype of mankind is hard. Maybe I'll return to the sea. Liken to the chicken nesting in...

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Inspiration comes disguised in a variety of ways.  News stories. Flash floods. A crying child in a grocery store.  A person sitting along...

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My job was to set up ten mentors for my children at my school. I set up sixteen.
The training was after school yesterday and thirteen...

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POEM 1 MY TRUE LOVE 



MY TRUE LOVE HAS MY HEART & SOUL, 

MY TRUE LOVE BY JUST EXCHANGE ONE FOR ANOTHER & GIVEN; 

MY...

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If you saw something beautiful in a people, a place, a thing;
If you heard about something  captivating and fantastic;
If you felt something soothing and...

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     Grandfather's rose bushes


My grandfather loved his roses. He would care for them and ensure they survived the Winter. He was...

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Father man, valued planner
and earner at your wife's side,
pillar of our homes,
children's needs are met
with your fathering
and in return you're a happy father.
“Our Father in...

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I love my lilacs. 
A sign of life that blooms
A tear to my eye, oh their fragrance
Cone-shaped petals of lavender and white
They forever grow in...

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Moments to Reflect
Life found in a Dream
 
Today I’m a lonely man living in a cold, cold world filled with indifferences and malice. As time...

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Why Alzheimer's

Sitting blank with nothing to think on my mind
Feels like a dry well in my head.
Nothing old or new under my sun.
Thirsty for knowledge...

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I passed my driving test when I was seventeen,
then I could vote at eighteen, didn't know what it would mean;
my first blow-job was a cause...

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When I was a young child, you were an old gray headed man that shuffled along slowly, aided by a cane. You never could move...

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Kids learn by living,
Learning is through living,
Learning is for life,through life,
 And throughout life.
Train them to look up to and respect,
Train them to be fair...

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In the Amaranthine Era

By J. Philip Harris

Of all the echoes that I remember
All the smallish voices that still linger
The precious moments missed which fell through...

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A torment of pain transcended the eons of my ethnicity, engraving on the white pyramids of Chichen-Itza my life. Walking the pebbled courtyards and...

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