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Daddy's Dime

I was three the first time i remember 
seeing mamas bedroom walls 
springtime colors on her quilt 
Though it really could of been December 

I don't remember much at all 
I have to thank god for that 
except for his soft footsteps down the hall 
not Gods cause he was still asleep 
I didn't know enough to be afraid,  YET 

He came in the room, that's when I still loved him 
then I was on the bed, daddy loves you 
daddy saying shh shh, don't talk 
we're hiding from mama, I giggled 

and then the pain, stop it shaunda, be quiet 
be a quiet girl and I'll give you a dime 
I didn't like it one bit or the sounds either 
I turned my head and saw mamas messy shoes in her closet 

I loved mamas shoes and I always put them in a row 
in her closet nice and neat 
she always gave me a nickel and said very good Shaunda 
that's  when I still loved her 
and she still loved me 


I watched the shoes through the pain thinking 
when daddies done I'm gonna straighten those shoes 
all in a row so mama will give me a nickel 
and why do dimes hurt so bad 
 

All this running through my head laying on her bed 
while the sounds and the pain intermingle 
in my body and mind while wondering 
why Karrie gets to go to school 
and why oh why can't I be five too 

Ahh. The joy of childhood memories uncensored

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Spring Is Here

spring is here 
at last at last 
wind blowing clouds 
like gossamer glass 
  
smells fill the air 
the flowers are calling 
bees making honey 
with love and pollen 
  
watching dandilions 
is a glorious affair 
while slinging their fluff 
all thru the air 
  
It seems I'm not 
the only one 
to jump with joy 
here comes the sun 
  
I hop and skip 
accross a lawn 
I twirl around 
till I have fallen 
  
I dance a happy 
springtime dance 
lay on the grass 
where sprinklers splash 
  
a sweet little inchworm 
crosses my toe 
take your time little one 
just go with the flow 
  
my spring my spring 
is here for now 
the sun stands up 
to take a bow

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Painted Mountain


Mountain of a thousand colors
clothed in Autumns dress
kiss the earth 'O' Wondrous mother
painted world - flora's caress

Trembling giants bathe in light
quaking Aspens touch the sky
as guards of lore and fabled sprites
gift boughs of shade through watchful eyes

Crystalline river of indigo
give life to minnows, carp & trout
breach high the soothing waters flow
while gadflies rove and dance about

Symphonic winds sing casting spells
valley grass begins to dance
whips through the mountain copse & dell
warblers dance for new romance

'OH' iridescent color thief
on painted mountains dwell
with wings draw patterns of motif
boreal sounds of tinkling bells

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Child of the Crypt


Sweet Rosalia was here with me
but for a year and a day
when we strolled the cliff beside the sea
to see the oceans spray

Sweet bairn of mine did laugh and clap
to see a butterfly
she reached her hand when broke the strap
fell from the cliff to die

Poor child of mine made not a peep
when fell unto the rocks
I pulled her from the watery deep
my bairn with sable locks

Such deep lament pooled off my face
she cradled in my arms
the tumble left none of a trace
the blow that did her harm

I could not bare to cover her
in mother natures brown
nor place on her the white death fleur
in cold and darkened ground

So Rosalia I did place
inside a glass top bed
forever more you'll see her face
whilst sadly she lay dead

I could not bear such deep repine
my heart could not erase
when saw the child did break my mind
wrapped in inky Seas embrace

My Deep lament would not erase
visions of my darling drowned
So I stepped unto the cold cliff face
And flung my body down

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Battle of Evermore

When I was just a wee young thing 
I was taught life's lesson well    
Ere instead of childhood revelry 
mine would be a children's hell    
    
As a child I'd learned in life 
you choose to live or choose to die    
That for some are chosen happiness 
And for the rest to reason why    
    
I could weep and moan at life so cruel 
or lament in deep despair    
Would it help me if I wring my hands 
while pulling out my hair?    
    
Would it put me in a better place  
if I took it lying down?    
Nay, I think I would be just as dead 
if in self pity I did drown    
    
So I did, I think, the only thing my childish mind could do    
With the power of imagination  and a fantasy or two    
    
I did don a suit of honor,
I did guard o'er children's door    
And like any worthwhile soldier  
I would battle evermore    
    
While most children softly slumber
dreaming dreams that hold no fright    
As the children's chosen warrior
who had taken up their plight    
    
I did lay awake and listen 
in the darkness through the door      
For the sneaking sound his bare feet made 
down hall on linoleum floor    
    
As I pray to a god who was not there 
to help my battle plans go right    
Twas I alone in the dark with my Ball and Jax 
who would be waging war this night    
    
With my hands I stifled giggles 
my mind envisioning in the black    
Of the pain, glorious pain, to befall his feet 
as he stumbled on my Jax    
    
I laughed as I lay there pondering 
if the makers of this children's game    
had ever dreamed that their tiny Ball and Jax 
would one night save four girls from shame    
    
HUSH! I hear him coming!  
I have caught him unaware    
As his feet crossed o'er the battle lines 
I swear his scream could curl your hair    
    
I laughed till I cried, as he hopped while he tried    
to get away from my midnight attack    
Under the unscrewed hall light, he stood cursing the child      
who had left out her Jax in the night    
    
The beating was worth all the joy and the mirth    
that his dance down the hall gave that night    
    
After winning round one, I vowed I would fight on    
Evermore as a soldier, FIGHT ON.    
    
    
I'd decided as a very young child of abuse, that I would never go down without a fight.    
I spent my entire childhood and teenage years in a silent battle with my father.    
    
A battle never spoken of, but a battle none the less.

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Poseidon's Wrath

poseidon's wrath-crashing rebellion against man-forever clashing

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Puberty

A father takes,  eyes closed, that which he has no right 
A child cries,  traumatized, a closet hides her pain 

The child dies, awakes to find- a woman in her place 
her damaged mind-  cannot abide-  the change her body makes 

The woman stands-   naked and alone-  facing mirrored images 
backs away-   cuts today-  appraising all her damages 

rearrange- her bodies change-  sculpt it down to size 
to take away-  the ugly place-  I cut it with a knife

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Bandaid Addiction

My 4 year old was addicted to Band-aids
Every part of his body needed a Band-aid.

'mama mama momy mom mom mama'

"WHAT!!!!!!"

'I have an owie
come see mama'

"Julian, love
mama doesn't have time to look today
I'm getting ready for work"

'Mama 
I need a Band-aid  mama'

"Ok, fine sweetheart
you can have a Band-aid
just PLEASE
let me get ready for work"

2  minutes later

'Mama 
I cant get the papers off mama'

"Fine
bring me the Band-aid
and I'll take off the papers
after that 
mama has to get ready for work"

Julian happily puts the Band-aid on

5 minutes later

'Mama'
'the kitty scratched me
I need a Band-aid
look mama look'

"JULIAN, honey
PLEASE let mama get ready, ok
PLEASE
I don't have time to look
just go bring me another Band-aid
but no more, ok"

Julian happily puts on the Band-aid

7 minutes later

'Mama'
I have a owie on my toe
look mama
my toe broke'

"JULIAN DAMEN JAMES LINDSAY
I will NOT tell you again
let me get ready FOR WORK!"

'But mama
my toe has a broken on it
I need a Band-aid
mama mama mommy mom mom'

"OMG, Julian
You are REALLY starting to make mama mad
I mean it
this is your very last Band-aid
Bring me that box of Band-aids
and this is it
The very last one for the entire day
D O YOU UNDERSTAND?"

Happily
Julian skips across the room
on his BROKEN toe
bringing me the box of Band-aids

"There
the very last one
Do you hear me?
absolutely 
NO MORE BAND-AIDS
mama has to finish getting ready for work"

'Ok, mama, no more Band-aids'

I hide the box of Band-aids in the cookie jar on top of the fridge
And That, takes care of That

10 minutes later

'Mama
I have a tummy ache mama
my tummy hurts
mama mama mama'

HA!

"Sorry Julian 
the Band-aids are all gone now
and I said No more Band-aids"

Julian drops to the floor
kicking and screaming

'My tummy hurts 
my tummy hurts'

Because I'm  an unfit mother
I run over
grab his arms and yank him to his feet

"That's it Julian
you stop it now or I'll give you something to cry about..
wanna spankin?
HUH?'

'No mama no
no spankin'

"You go into your room and DO NOT come out 
until I am ready for work
DO YOU UNDERSTAND"

'yes mama'

Thank God, finally
I can now get ready for work

20 minutes later

"Ok, Julian
come put your jacket on
so we can go"

"JULIAN"?
"JULIAN, come on right now"

Here comes Julian with a very strange look on his face
which I recognize as guilt
holding his hands over his stomach
hiding something bulging under his shirt

"What have you done, young man?"

"Nothing mama"

"Julian
what have you got under your shirt?"

'But mama
I have a tummy ache, I needed a Band-aid'

"Where did you get the Band-aids Julian?
mama has all the Band-aids"

Sheepishly, he tells me
'from under sissy's sink'

"From under sissy's sink?
come over here right now"

'But mama
sissy has the big Band-aids for my big tummy ache'

"JULIAN DAMEN JAMES LINDSAY
Do NOT make me come over there and get you"

Julian drags his feet up to me 
hands on top of his shirt
his hidden Band-aid being protected from his evil mother

Julian starts to throw a fit  
as I grab his hands and lift his shirt

WTF?

Taped to his stomach is one of his sister's panty liners

Laughing my butt off 
I'm forced to pull the panty liner off of him
while he's kicking, screaming and yelling
'not my big Band-aid, don't take my big Band-aid'

Rolling on the floor
laughing till I'm crying
Julian is screaming and kicking on the floor

AND

I'm late for work

I wouldn't change a thing

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Wolf In Sheep's Clothing

He shines with light    a sheep they say 
they never see him the same way 
his children see him everyday 
  
dripping, snarling, heavily 
he will not show us sympathy 
  
to see a beast so shrewd revealed 
layer by layer   each is peeled 
  
sorrows skin for us to see 
no one else can   apparently 
  
howling now a sinful tune 
he sheds his skin beneath the moon 
  
a wolf we see and not the lamb 
all his children are the damned 
  
he has no time to lie in wait 
he must move now   our sin is bait 
  
devour our souls  it's far too late 
what lies beneath    not heavens gate 
  
sorrow is the skin he's in 
sorrow are his children 
  
shed his skin and you will see 
a heart too dark for empathy 
  
sorry he could never say 
would it   could it   take away 
the stain he leaves as he betrays 
he laughs again another day
 
and steals our soul another day

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Overshoot

trashcan basketball
a hotshot in his own mind
score
for the other team

Best Poems Written by Shaunda Lindsay

Daddy's Dime

Spring Is Here

Painted Mountain

Child of the Crypt

Battle of Evermore

Poseidon's Wrath

Puberty

Bandaid Addiction

Wolf In Sheep's Clothing

Overshoot

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