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Karen Powell Poem
24 Hours
My observations are my own,
They are a product of my realm.
I see good people reveal humanity
I feel the desperation of an innocent man
I acknowledge the appreciation of my gift
I determine narration to be lies
I witness the love between mother and son
I loathe drunk drivers
I impose pride for vinyl collection
I depict pain in my son who lost his
Brother
Kids
Daddy
I let the lyrics of my spinning disc alter my mood
I experience the gift of empathy to share with a friend.
I receive gratitude for guidance I give to the addicted
I witness the numbing of pain
I accept rewards for my passions
The properties of today will navigate my path in life
Copyright © Karen Powell | Year Posted 2019
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Karen Powell Poem
Dad, when I entered this world, and your eyes were laid upon me, you vowed to never let me go and decorate the world I see. I felt the comfort of your arms, the gentleness of your touch, I never had any doubts that you loved me so very much.
I was brought up to be a good man, one exactly like my wonderful dad, so dry your tears of sorrow and pray away the sad.
Dad, I now lay my eyes on you, although you can’t see my face, God said you did a great job on me, but just know I’m in a happier place.
The road I have taken to heaven was all part of god’s master plan, so I came to the end of the road, and I need you to understand.
A step to our final home in heaven is a journey we all will eventually see, so still miss me a little, love me a lot, but Daddy it is time to set me free.
I will never forget you, nor the memories we both treasured, cause You will always be my daddy and I will always be your forever.
Copyright © Karen Powell | Year Posted 2024
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Karen Powell Poem
That Day
When the officers came before me that day, I thought I heard it wrong,
They removed their caps unto me and told me you were gone.
My heart and soul were no more that day, I didn’t understand,
how could God take my boy that had yet become a man.
At once everything seemed so sudden that day you went away,
I had no time to speak but I begged God to let you stay.
There was nothing I could do that day, as tears poured down my face,
people told me to have faith in God that you were in a better place.
My mind was telling me you were gone that day,
but heart sang a different song,
because how could the God I know
make me suffer so long?
I never said goodbye that day, but there was nothing I could do,
so I’ve held on to your last words to me,
which was “mama, I love you
Many people came that day to remember your very short life,
All I could do was think of the pain and how it cut me like a knife.
For I was still your mama,
that day God made heaven your home,
all I could do was sit and think,
that you were too young to b alone
I was your mama then and I am still your mama today,
and although 21 years have gone by, the pain won’t go away.
I missed you from that day on and I miss you now,
I have somehow survived the hell of losing you, and I really don’t know how.
That day is long gone, and God tells me you aren’t alone,
and that you are old enough to be there on your very own.
Your mama is a lot older this day and all I can think is this,
the days are numbered fewfor when I can hug you and give you a kiss.
Just hold on for me tightly, for when God takes me home,
I will finally be at peace and neither of us will be alone.
Love, Mom
Copyright © Karen Powell | Year Posted 2023
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Karen Powell Poem
All Rise
On this day,
Familial ties were diverse
but sentiments parallel
loving
fearful
On this day,
The tone of the room was formal
but its members conflicting
unsure
commanding
On this day,
The photos of my memories were joyful
but the truth within concealed
unseemly
intimate
On this day,
The stage comprised of props
but the actors real
official
judgmental
On this day,
The clues were numerous
but lacked absolution
validity
substance
On this day,
The people in the box were random
but their adjudication discussed
debated
final
On this day,
I heard arguments in volume
but the words judicious
ordered
disciplined
On this day,
The phrases were mandatory
but my conscience echos them at night, "All rise"
"We the jury"
"Guilty"
On this day,
The prosecutor claimed victory
but the father of my children mandated confinement
regiment
life without parole
On this day,
The accusers celebrated
but I sensed our son's defeat
sadness
prayers
that it was all just a bad dream
Copyright © Karen Powell | Year Posted 2019
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For a grieving mother, pain goes the extra mile, it wilts her soul and destroys her smile.
A burden so heavy as she carries that cross, no one can imagine the reality of her loss
Her existence is tormented by the struggles through life, the pain so unbearable, it cuts her like a knife
The demon of pain imprisons her mind, joy, and laughter she will rarely find.
God, what is the purpose? I do not understand, I thought you were our king and savior, the one that made the plans
The pain is evil and never goes away, it makes a mother think
"why in the hell do I have to stay?"
Years have gone by and most everything’s the same, that rose once so beautiful is now destroyed by her pain, but...
She continues to fight her demons until the day God calls her home,
With wilted petals on the ground as the rose remains alone.
By Karen Powell. ©
Copyright © Karen Powell | Year Posted 2023
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Karen Powell Poem
Choices
In the beginning,
His representative greeted me
His intentions intrigued me
His senses consumed me
My associate did not mind
My goals were far behind
So therefore I was inclined
His humor gripped me
His charm enamored me
His crimes seduced me
I shared his laughter
My gifts came only after
His every word was my master
His love enveloped me
His loyalties defined me
His passions were part of me
The emotions I returned
My commitment to him I learned
My affections for him earned
Like a snail in quicksand, two years went by and …
His emotions confused me
His accusations baffled me
His love was leaving me
His feelings for me were no more
His truths bought from a store
His feelings were for a whore
His anger frightened me
His hands he laid on me
His lies sickened me
The temper was out of hand
His touch I could not stand
His promises only plans
His abuse confined me
His absences relieved me
His returns spooked me
He was an evil man
Dirty as sand
And only loved his fans
His eyes were only spies
He filled my heart with lies
This he cannot deny
So my representative said goodbye
Face it bad choices make good stories
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Karen Powell
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Karen Powell Poem
The Train
Its shine consumes you
So just don’t look
Its taste tantalizes your senses
Its power makes you a crook
You can smoke it in a pipe
You can put in your arm
You’ve now have told yourself
That it never does you harm
Your thoughts are altered
Your soul is scorned
But your high you do not falter
Your spirit never born
You lose your money, you lose your kids
The sad thing is
You really don’t care if you did
There’s never enough
You always want more
So heed my warning
The will make you a whore
Walk away now
So you can dance
Cause death by meth is your only other chance
So, if you ride the meth train you better ride it well
Cause the meth devil I know
Takes you straight to hell.
Copyright © Karen Powell | Year Posted 2022
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I know who you are,
Your eyes are a witness to my diverse desires
Your ears entertain my words of your mastery
I know who you are,
Your compassion escapes me
Your perception of us is fantasy
I know who you are,
Your emotions are shackled by your fear of my impulsions
Your love is a ghost of my adulterated past
I know who you are,
Your Sins towards me I forgave long ago
Your feelings for me are distant and mine are part of your forever
You see,
I do know you
You are a
Father
Son
Brother
Lover
And most of all,
A man that will not let go
The properties of your denial will configure the destiny of your relationships
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My commitment to you was boundless
But that still was not far enough
My love for you was intense and exposed without adulteration
Perfection escapes me
but where would we be with such an order
My love would be untrained for the person I intend to spend the rest of my days with
Not- withstanding my flaws, virtuosity still defines me as a woman
And my search for the essential man will not end until our partnership is complete
I will embrace him with adoration and affection, the way he will me
I will adopt his imperfections the way he does mine
Love and a life forever will be the end-result
Our quality as a team will glare for the world to see
And it will be only then that I will have went as far as I can go
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Karen Powell
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Karen Powell Poem
Please Tell Me Why
Your words are empty
They have no genesis
Why?
In your mind they collect like dust
Retention is futile
Why?
Your thoughts race blindly
Your feelings falsify faith
And why?
You speak in camouflage
You are mindful of your narration
And still
You…
And why?
Your morals are in ruins
Your pseudo sagas are distasteful
I need to know why
Your fantasies implicate the innocent
Your inadequacies harass you
Tell me why!
Is reality a constant threat?
Is the simplicity of the truth too much?
Is life not
Suitable
Acceptable
Profitable
Passable?
Why insult my intelligence with your lies?
Copyright © Karen Powell | Year Posted 2019
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