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My Life Story - Part 1 - the Early Years

Well I was born a bouncin' baby boy,

On June 23rd in Danville Illinois. ( Ill-i-noy - the s is silent)

 

My mom will never forget that special date,

Back in the year of '68.

 

Another birth in September of '70,

Ending in heart-wrenching tragedy.

 

My sister would've been my friend and pal,

But she didn't make it through the birth canal.

 

I would've been her big brother just two years older,

Mom was heart broken - didn't get to hold her.

 

Trying to write this is making me cry,

I can't stop thinking "Why God? Why?

 

Why did you take this bundle of love?

Did you need another angel above?

 

Well something good happened in August '72,

My mom married the only dad I ever knew.

 

I may not be of his own flesh and blood,

But he still called me "Son" and "Bud".

 

My dad adopted me and gave me the family name.

He treated us all one and the same.

 
- Love you mom ! -

- In loving memory of my sister (08/25/1970) also

- In loving memory of my dad (07/08/1947 - 01/16/2005)

I started this poem with the intentions of making it part of a

My Life Story collection of poetry. I'm not sure if I will continue

on with this intention or not. Should I decide to continue on with

My Life Story, the next stage will be concerning my childhood - and

the problems I went through as a young child.

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Growing Up

 Growing Up 
by Robert Austin Allison

When I was just 4 years of age,
I was stuck in the crawling stage.

I had already started talking,
But I hadn't yet started walking.

When I walked - my leg turned in,
Mom knew something was wrong right then.

"Mommy It Hurts" I would plead and beg,
So the doctors x-rayed my leg.

When my sister passed away - Your 
world seemed at its end,
Then the doctors said I'd never walk again!

The specialist said I had a bone disease,
By the name of Legg-Perthes.

The doctors kept giving you the same old lip,
But the specialist is who x-rayed my hip.

The specialist said I would walk again,
But the bone over my hip was paper thin.

I had to wear a cast for a while,
But now we had a good reason to smile. :-)

Remember my picture and write-up in the Commercial News?
I was almost five and could finally wear real shoes!

The shoes in the picture had a metal bar in between.
Kids at school poked fun at me and were so mean.

The special shoes I wore - they were no fun.
I had to crawl up stairs one by one.

Going down stairs - I had no fear,
'Cause I had to go one by one - on my rear !

Hope this gives you a glimpse into my life Growing Up.
Keep going and never give up! Thanks for reading.
Comments? Suggestions? Let me know. Thanks!

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Writing a Poem

I'm supposed to write a poem thats funny,
If I could only write to make some money.
Should I write about something scary and gory,
Or should I portray a nice love story?
The ideas swimming in my head are like a boat,
which unfortunately now is no longer afloat.
The words of choice, no longer to be seen,
Thanks in part to my computer screen.
Rhyming can sometimes be a piece of cake,
But I've thought for too long and got a headache.
I've always loved to write poems that rhyme,
but I can't right now - its past my bedtime.
Maybe in the morning, I can think of something new.
After I fix a pitcher of ice tea to brew.
Then perhaps words and thoughts will be dancing around,
And I will make sure to write them down.
A rough draft will be sketched on paper and pad,
Because memory loss is a problem for this forty year old lad.
Well, I didn't write about any terrible stuff,
Just how writing a poem can be very tough.
Poetic rhyming to the mind is such a toy,
But one which I hope you did enjoy.
Soon my words will all be forgot,
So please let me know what you thought.
It seems as if my poem must come to an end,
But I want to thank you, my reader and friend.

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Dad

Dad, I'm writing this letter today
Because I have so much to say.
A year ago - you left this world behind,
so many thoughts are running thru my mind.
You took God's hand - you no longer could stay,
To love, to laugh, to work or play.
You've known me since I was three or four,
And for a dad - I couldn't ask for more.
You adopted me when I was so small,
And watched me grow up thru it all.
So many times I stumbled along the way,
But you told me everything would be O.K.
You knew my hip didn't work quite right,
You said "Son - keep going, put up a good fight".
The doctors didn't know what to say,
Except that I'd never walk another day.
You told me to prove the doctors wrong,
You and mom backed me all along.
Sometimes I'd ride with you to town,
You always kept me walking - you never let me get down.
When you were busy - I'd still have a ball,
Cause me and mom would go to the mall.
Sometimes we'd stop for a bite to eat,
Then back to the mall and back on our feet.
Remember when - we'd all go for a cruise ?
It wouldn't be long, til I'd be taking a snooze.
- Created By Robert Allison 2006 -

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What Is Christmas

What Is Christmas by Robert Allison Dec. 1986

Christmas is the time
When the jingle bells rhyme.

Boys say Christmas is fun
When they get a new toy gun.  **

Girls say Christmas is a ball,
When they get a brand new doll. **

Boys and girls say "Yay"
To a fun ride in a sleigh.

Most teens would love a new computer,
And most women would love figurines made of pewter.

Now don't forget the dad's
Cause they love the latest fads.

Well all this makes a Christmas nice,
But when going to a party - don't slip on the ice!

Author's Note : This poem was the very first one that
I created during my senior year at high school, before
Christmas break. It was a private (Christian) school and our 
English teacher asked us to write a couple paragraphs (or a poem) 
about what Christmas meant to us. I didn't know whether to 
write about the worldly side or the religious side of Christmas,
and I had never wrote a poem before. By the time class
was over with, I had created the short poem above. 
  ** In the original version - I had substituted "new toy gun"
with "Rambo gun", and also substituted "brand new doll"
with "Barbie doll". These two brand names were the 
current "craze" but I later substituted the words - due to 
all the lawsuits over copyright infringement at that time.
  Anyways, enough rambling from me. Hope you enjoyed !

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The C.O.P.

The C.O.P. (Cop On Patrol) by Robert Allison

One day I was driving in my car,
But I hadn't drove very far.
When I was scared out of my might,
By a pair of red and blue lights.

Well, I thought the cop just wanted to race,
But actually it was me, he was trying to chase.
So, of course, I had to stop,
When up came a big, tall cop.

I said "Hi, how do you do?"
He said "OK, and same to you."
"This ticket's for your car's racket,
And for no license plate bracket."

I said "I hope this ticket's free."
He said "Nope, that'll cost a big fifty."
I thought it was me he was trying to con,
And I said "Aw, now, Come on!"
He said "Don't give me none of yo' jive,
Or else it'll cost ya seventy five!"

So then I headed towards home,
In my shiny piece of chrome.
My mom came after me with a broom,
And said "Now you, get to your room!"

Well, I had already started to sob,
Because I knew I needed a job.
But, I sure hated the thought of work,
Because I knew I'd feel like a jerk.

The job I got, I know is mine.
And I sure feel so fine.
I'm sure glad that ticket wasn't free,
'Cause now I am an EMPLOYEE !

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My Short Story

My Short Story by Robert Allison

To be a good Christian - you must pray,
read the Bible, and praise God everyday.

Jesus said " I am the truth, the life, and the way."
And the ten commandments God gave us to obey.

In God's loving arms is where we will grow.
Even in times of trouble, he'll never let us go.

The church is the place where people sing
praises and glory to Jesus our King.

Only Jesus is the one who can save your soul.
He'll change your life, and make you whole.

To Jesus we must give all the glory.
Now this is the end of my short story.

                    Author's Note :
This is one of my early poems, created back 
in the late 1980's. Hope to post more soon.
  Thanks for reading, Hope you enjoyed it.

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The Day We Met

The setting for this poem takes place inside the school gymnasium.
It is a nice fall day, the sun is shining and kids are playing out on
the soccer field. The door from the gym going outside is open, and
there is laughter in the air. Everything seems bright and cheery so
early in the morning, but for one person - this is not the case. Here ya go :

The Day We Met

One day I was lonely and feelin' like dirt,
And oh, it really, really hurt.

It hurt so much - I began to cry,
When up walked a girl, and she said "Hi".

"You should be out having some fun."
I said, "Oh, my head, feels like it weighs a ton!"

Then she seen my big frown, 
And next to me - she did sit down.

She said, "Won't you tell me about your story?"
I said, "Ok, but there's not much glory."

So we talked just a little while, 
And my frown turned to a smile!

Well I no longer felt like a fool,
But now it was time to go to school.

She said, "I hope we'll meet again."
I said, "Yes we will, 'cause you're my friend!"

We met after classes, and at lunch;
Just talking with her really helped me a bunch.

We even met at the mall, 
And each other we did call!

Just being with her - I'll never forget,
And I'll always remember the day we met.

Robert Allison

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Babygirl Memories

BabyGirl Memories

Today's a special day,
I wish we could share.
We'd make you a special treat,
If only you could be there.
It's been over a year,
(About six months more).
We shed so many tears,
When you left for heaven's shore.

Memories of you running the house,
Acting ever so crazy.
Sometimes quiet as a mouse,
Usually asleep, laid back and lazy.

Sometimes we'd be busy and
You wouldn't really care,
Because you'd play by yourself
And throw your toys up in the air.

There was a time in your life, 
When you should be having a blast.
Kind of hard to do when you bleed 
just from passing gas.

We were so worried,
Didn't know what to do.
Even the vet was afraid
You wouldn't pull thru.

The meds took a little while
To work on your belly.
But soon we could smile
As you wiggled like jelly.

The cost didn't matter,
We'd sure do it again.
You were more than a pet,
You were our family and friend.

For twelve years you played
a very special part.
Your love we keep tucked away 
Down deep in our heart.

The last trip to the vet,
Doing what we had to do.
Our only thought was doing
What was best for you.
Even if that meant breaking
Our hearts in two.

We Love You BabyGirl
Always And Forever !
BabyFace Allison
05/13/08 - 11/04/20
Thanks for reading :-)

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My Bad Day

 My Bad Day
By Robert Austin Allison 

My Bad Day
by Robert Austin Allison

Why'd you act like a fool - a total disgrace, 
When you joked to me about my wife's face ?
You were laughing like it was funny,
But that's my wife - my honey !
It made me want to knock you down, 
All the way to the ground .
But first you'd get a left - then a right,
Then I'd say goodnight.
As you fall to the floor 
Screaming "No More - No More" !
Then I'd sit on your face,
Take a dump - Give you a taste,
Of my extremely Toxic Waste !
You made my day so much worse,
I wished you were in a hearse !
My day wasn't really going all that bad, 
Just maybe feeling a little sad - 
Remembering the birthday of my dad.
I can't call or visit to show him some love,
Because he lives in Heaven above.
Next time you want to run your mouth,
Make sure the "Poop" runs further south !
There isn't much more I want to say,
Except F. U. and Have A Nice Day !

Sorry about the F.U. part. I don't cuss but this is
my way of getting the point across that I was
really pee'd off. I'm not a fighter either but if I
was, this is how I'd see it being played out.
This co-worker was talking smack
about my wife and thought it was funny. Then at
lunch time he was repeating the story to someone
else and laughing about it again ! The day this 
occurred was the anniversary of my Dad's passing 
away. I had started trying to write a poem about my
dad but couldn't finish because of the drama. Hope
you enjoyed this poem. My other poems haven't
reached this level but it wasn't a day to mess with me.