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I was raised on a little old farm
by my daddy who raised pigs in a barn
my mama well what can I say
she helped my daddy on our farm everyday.
I have two sister and two brothers
we tried to always help out one other
it was just a simple life when I was raised in the 50s.
I was raised on a little old farm
we plowed our corn fields with our old gray tractor.
because our pigs had to be feed
we shucked off lots of corn
to put way in old corn shed.
As hard as my daddy worked everyday
mama and him taught us good
values that still stays with all of this
to this day.
I was raised on a little old farm
my daddy worked as a Iron worker in the day
but on some days after daddy got home
he worked and added rooms to our old home.
Money was tight while raising 5 kids
but mama always seem to keep us all fed.
But we knew everyday mama and daddy loved us even if the
words[ I love you] was not offen said.
I was raised on a little old farm
in the winter we took time to ice skate
in the back field on a swampy like pond.
it was great living on a long dirt road
with our neighbors the Boggs who had
seven children of there own.
I was raised on a little old farm
and I am going to try to tell daddy story's
about or farm life to each grandchild in the
family that is born.
I hope you enjoyed this poem
because soon we well be selling
our childhood home.
I was raised on a little old farm.
2015 by charlotte
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Once upon a time
there was a person
of a poetry company
that scammed people
all the time.
No one was left out
like old and young men and women
who dreamed of being the best poet
of all time.
But they did not know there was
scammers on the computer line.
Many people of all nations
believed there poem was the best
no matter how it rhymed .
This poetry company said [ you and you
and you write the best.
All you have to do is send in a little money
and we will place this fantastic poem
in one of our published poetry books.
The person of this company smiled and laughed and thought
oh [this person will send the money]
and that all it took. lol
Once upon a time
do not believe everything you read,
because it will save you a lot of money and
your valuable time.
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Life is you and me
holding hands
while the earth go's around
each of us you see.
life is like a maypole
if we are strong at heart
with family or friends
we always stick together
until the very end.
life is like a maypole
a simple smile will do
to get each of us through.
life is you and me
no matter what your problem is
don't let go,
just go with God flow-- because
life is like a maypole
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A mother ears
hears her baby cry
A mother ears
hears a tear drop from
her child eye
A mother ears
hears her toddles fall
she places a bandages
that seem to heal all,
A mother ears
hear and feels her teenagers pain
after a break up with her boyfriend
the daughter thought
her life would never be the same.
A mother ears
hears he death of her unborn child
after carrying him for 9 months
she ask why God did her baby
only live a short while.
A mothers ears
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Don't judge me
by the credit card I carry
or my choice of fruit I
eat like blackberry's.
Don't judge me
by the car I drive
or how many pictures I take
for god sakes .
Don't judge me
for the clothes I wear
or if I cry to much
and if I don't keep in touch.
Don't judge me
for the bright eye glasses
I choose to wear
or my painted black toe nails
because at the end of the day
I just don't care.
Don't judge me
because I love the Lord
and attend church
and you say I talk to much
just leave me alone
I am in my own home.
Don't judge me
how I bite my nails or
sniff my nose
because your not me
so walk away please.
Don't judge me
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I need to tell you
my story
it about my life
how I was some one wife.
I need to tell you
my story
how my husband many
years ago died
and It was upsetting and I cried
I need to tell you
my story
how I left my home in PA.
and it really hurt to move away.
I need to tell you
my story
how I became a care taker
of my mother none other.
I need to tell you
my story
about my second life
that I take a lot of pride.
I need to tell you
my story
how I watched my mom suffer
but still had to make time to
make her supper.
I need to tell you
my story
how sometimes I felt powerless
but just a simple kiss
gave me strength from my mothers lips.
I need to tell you
my story
about my life
how in 30 year's time I went from
being some man wife
to being a care taker to my mother
how does this happen?
I just needed to tell you
my story.
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once upon a time
on Easter Eve
while it was not just dark yet
I saw something out my front window
at the corner of my eye
to my surprise
it was a big fluffy white Easter bunny
hopping up my long drive.
oh wow" I said "
as I watched 5 baby bunny's
hopping way a head
placing different colored eggs
here and there
in my front yard.
As I smiled to my self
and thought if I could take a picture
because no one will believe me ,
that the Easter bunny here sitting under
my big black walnut tree.
it was not long before all 6 of the bunny's
was gone
in a blink of a eye
but to my surprised
The bigger fluffy white bunny placed a
tall cross in front my yard.
Once upon a time
people started telling children a
Easter story of all time
but it was really about God as the Bible
said
Jesus rose for our sins
even though people thought he had dead.
At that cross I fell on my knees that the
bunny left for me ,
I weep' and asked God to forgive my sins
as more tears rolled down and fell
off my chin.
See what God can do?
God always there for all of us
but in him you must put your trust.
So I hope you enjoyed this Easter time tail
because I am not sure I told it very well? lol
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I hold you in my hand
this sweet, sweet land
I breath in the fresh air
with out thinking and who
out there really cares.
My sweet, sweet land.
I smell the sharp scents
from a lilac bush
sitting close by my bench.
I love to take walk in the woods
it the only place I feel most understood.
I fish from your waters in a near by river
as if the fish knew that I would.
I hold you in my hands
this sweet, sweet land
as I rub this black dirt between my hands
this feeling is better than the love of a man.
I watch the birds nesting in the tallest trees
on this earth that God left you and me.
it fill me up to no end ,
this sweet, sweet land
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I sit here alone
in my house today
it use to be rush here
rush there
in all kind of different ways.
My love for my mother
who I took care of and
loved liked no other.
I wrote poetry at
this time I could
not find my self
Life to me seemed unfair
because my mama
some days could not
even comb her hair
I sit here alone
it has been not yet a year
in this house we brought in
others help like nurses aids
and doctors and family
so in hopes I would relax
because I felt like I was
failing my self.
I sit here a lone
in this house
I now feel better about my self
even though with out my mom
in parts of my life
it feels like gone is my
favorite song.
I miss mom so much
she had that special
motherly touch.
I sit here alone
now all day I do not hear
my mom yelling out my name out.
or if trying to remember
If I gave her meds this out time.
And nights if mom would wake up
alive , because her life
now had a time line.
For me and her some days
our eyes seem like
we had gone stone blind.
I sit here alone
now in this house
much quieter
much calmer
much grief
as I sit and only hear
a drip from the kitchen sink.
what do I do next?
My feelings feel mixed
because.
I sit here alone
in this house
and praying to God
with this feelings of being alone
because it was not me but my mom
who lived her life very strong.
that make me smile,
because now that she gone
mom raised me up right
even though now she not in my
sight.
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I am beautiful
I am Incredible
I am you
and you are me.
People always trying to put you down
we don't have time for this negative .
We don't have long
on this earth you see.
There no such thing as
being born on the wrong
side of the tracks,
or people that calling other people
white trash.
There is no white or black
it just low self-esteem you may lack.
if we tried cutting our self's
we would bleed out ,
our blood would run down
the side walk and into the
same cement crack.
I am blessed
I am a good person
I am a child of God
we are all made from
the same sod.
Your hair might be blonde, black,
curly, or gray.
God put us all on this earth so try to get along,
that is all I am trying to say.
This is my words
this is my poem,
I am not pointing fingers
so please don't get me wrong.
God put us all on this earth
and just praying in hope's
we may try to get a long.
I am you and you are me
now lets hold or shake hands,
You are beautiful
You are strong,
even if drive different cars
or stay in and drink hot chocolate
or go out and get drunk after
going to the bars.
I try to live my life right
remember Jesus loves us
and forgive us for our sins .
If we are rich or if we are poor
or if we talk this way or if we talk that way
don't try to change .
Life started off in God hands
that he used for us all
by using the same clay.
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