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Kessie Liddiard Poem
Distractions that are trivial,
have kept this poet sane.
Through passing seasons,
counted hours,
daydreams like waters rained.
I've doetted on the little things,
to advert those inner eyes.
for they know my darkest secrets,
concealed in pretty lies.
My days are numbered in this cell,
My "time" slips quickly by,
I view myself in passing pools,
reflections in prisoner's eyes.
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Its been so many years
since I shared this holiday
so long now i cannot recollect
the hour or the day
I last saw the christmas lights
shine upon their face
or sang a christmas carol
as they sneak the candy canes
twenty-five last goodnight's
brings the magic of Santa's sleigh
or kissed their gentle faces
on an early christmas day
for the choices I have made
did steal it all away
all the memories we shared
trauma covered with the pain
to loose those darling memories
seems the price of all my shame
I am hopeful for the future now
for yesterday is lost to me
but tomorrow is mine to have
tomorrow is mine to see
And the blessing thats bestowed
upon my torn and saddend family
is the blessing of true freedom
shines the light of sobriety
So this year will be the first
in all its reality
that we will gather , eat and sleep
reunited as family.
MERRY CHRISTMAS XOXOXOXO
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KESSIE
loving, powerful, humorouse, intelligent.
daughter of Lola , sister of Lara.
lover of children , nature and life.
who feels the warmth of the sun.
joy for the smiles on children's faces.
love... for my love.
who finds hapiness in hard work, the forest floors and my mothers arms.
who needs the love of God, the support of my family and time with my kids.
who gives strength, unconditional love and smiles.
who fears spiders , the dark and loneliness.
who would like to see the coming together of my family, freedom from addiction, my wedding
who enjoys bonfire's, fishing and driving the back roads.
who likes to wear knee high boots , fancy hats and leather coats.
who lives in the arms of God, in the hearts of my children ,
and the bossum of the north country.
LIDDIARD
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i wish i had the softest words , to take away your pain,
To offer you a bit of peace , but death is not this way.
know that all your tears and hugs and sad goodbyes.
They have all been heard by loved ones in the sky.
And know that all his friends, who love this man like you.
they have all remembering memories they share too.
BROTHER...
Try not to dwell to long on the life that has been lost...
but carry in your heart always... the love his life has brought.
IN MEMORY OF POPS
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Constantly dreaming of thing's I can't see,
running away from the pain inside me,
knowing I have what it takes to be,
but falling pray to a monster disease.
The strength that I have , I stole from my mom,
The love that I hold came from my son.
the pain I feel is cause they are gone,
and still I keep walking this road I am on.
It's a soldiers life, I take what I need
the only war that I fight is inside of me,
looking to win and praying for peace,
home is a dream I wanna believe.......
Lost in the world of life on the streets
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I have grown so accustom to the life that i lead,
the government providing me the things that i need,
my bed in a bundle ,my food in a tray,
my only moments of struggle are times that i pray.
It has not been so easy for the kids i left behind,
they are the true victims of my selfish life of crime.
And what of the hurt and pain ive caused my family,
I left an empty space to fill , where my face used to be.
I choose to write to convicts , instead of those i love,
where i can choose the topics and ignore the pain i've caused.
I've learned to sing through lonliness, i'm hard with gentle smiles,
i always hug with open fists, halls mark a million miles,
the truth behind all of it,
this has been home for quite awhile,
And i dont think i'm ready yet, to face my life, myself,
i prefer to stay a prisoner, locked in this hard , cold cell.
For beyond these walls awaiting me . IS A BIGGER HOTTER HELL
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The words that I write, don't speak just of me
but describes a pain, that need be set free.
And I speak for all those, whom I've passed on the road.
Trials and victories, stories we've told.
Some of these words we've all felt inside,
and some of these fears are things we still hide.
If one of my lines reaches to you,
know that these words have meaning and truth.
They are not thrown together, nor carelessly laid,
For every word that I write, a debt has been paid.
A TEAR , A SCAR , A SIGH IN THE DARK,
A SMILE , A LAUGH , OR A THUMP OF THE HEART !!
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I taught her to walk,
than I taught her to fight.
I taught her to spell,
than I taught her to lie.
I taught her to sing
and never to cry
I told her that wrong
really was right.
What a horrible sister
truely am I
She'll tell you I taught her
all about life,
to stand for yourself,
never give into the fight,
to speak of the truth
hidden in lies,
to face life and its harshness,
in darkness seek light
What a wonderful sister
truely am I
I'm glad that she found
her own lessons in life
and turned them around
to serve her just right
how very profound
all this is to me
why couldn't I see
the things she could see
guess thats the difference
'tween herself and me
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The holes in my arms are deep
and healed over,
but the strain on my back
from the weight on my shoulders,
still causes me pain
when I look in the mirror,
The scars on face
spell it out clear.
I can turn from my past
and plan for tomorrow,
but where is relief
from the pain and the sorrow.
I stll smile everyday,
grateful , no doubt!
for the pain i am hiding,
i placed high on a shelf
Years have gone by,
my children beside me,
what of the grief i feel
im still hiding,
what of the lost time
ill never regain,
or the child lost to me
i dare not speak her name
Lord give me refuge,
for i must seek shelter.....
(unfinished)
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I used to write of sorrow
the pleasure of the pain
I used to sing the blues
tears fall like waters rained
I used to fear tomorrow
thought i'd lost my way
Hiding from the truth
kness bending from the strain
I used to dance in darkness
Now all of that has changed
I found the srength to stand up straight
I dance only in the light
My knees are bent from praying
take pleasure in doing right
Foregone is guilt and anger
removed is hate and spite
Replaced by love and pleasure
no more restless nights
Now the scars on my arm tell the story
my lips refuse to say
And the scars on my heart are healing
turns out i'm stronger than the pain
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