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A message from Emilly By Angelo Casiano A message from above to those of you I love. I love you more than you'll ever know, Even more now that I'm gone. And my love for you will grow and grow, Like the chorus to a song. I had to leave much sooner than I thought, I must admit. But you know mom, until I'm done, I'm never gonna quit. I left behind some parts of me, I have so much to give. Because of you I'm strong enough, to help some others live. So Daddy when you think of me, While you watch the Phillies play. I'll be sitting next to you. I'll be with you every day. You've given me the best of you. And now I'm giving back. I will love you for eternity. No matter were I'm at.
At Dalton town where I was born in Ozark hills of home, There lived a man named Leamon Brown who plowed the rich, black loam. His wife, a sweet and gentle soul, did not foresee his bent, she daily worked beside her man who seemed to be content. But in his heart a wrath appeared to poison spirit's peace. When reason left, his anger grew and clawed to find release. He stepped behind her where she sat and bent to kiss her lips, withdrew his blade and slit her throat while blood streamed down her hips. In panic's grip she fled the house but stumbled soon and fell. The children screamed in frozen shock and dove straight into hell. One son ran to his mother's side and held her as she died. His siblings hid from daddy's blade; he stood there, glassy eyed. As gossip spread like raging fire of murder in our town, the newsmen raced to pen details as lawmen dragged him down. His deed became the hottest news to ever hit our town The judge declared the man insane this man named Leamon Brown Now he is locked behind closed doors, his wife lies in the ground. Though we lament the children's fate, his kids are sorrow bound.
To love your country, you must commit yourself indefinetly; there are no doubts, or fears when it comes to defend it fervently.. do it for the sake of your family, or your countrymen who wish for peace! They will send you to distant lands, away from your loved ones... to uphold freedom and its sanctity, and you'll shine with bravery! Anytime peace is threatened, you'll retaliate and engage in combat, true soldiers always fight with self-confidence, never retreat in any circumstance! There'll be days of fright , of darkness and despair, and nights to shed tears on cold pillows; no tender eyes to glance into or arms to embrace, but surrendering distorts your honor! As the mission comes to its end suddenly, and you are one of the surviivors to declare victory, although you'll also grieve for the fallen ones: you'll wave your flag to the calmest skies! To love your country, you must avail yourself of dignity and protect its borders vigilantly; be aware of its tremendous cost: risk your own life,or allow the enemy to toast!
When the world is bitter and cruel remember my love i will comfort you. When your heart is broken and lost remember my love i will find you no matter what the cost. When you have lost the will to go on remember my love i will be the rock you can stand upon. When the worries of your heart become too much to bare remember my love i will always be there. with hope in hand and i will always love you no matter the cost remember my love you will never be lost.
Dark as a demon, but with the soul of an angel, he's a Portuguese Water Dog who's never been to sea, but, as he oughta, he loves water, and highly proprietary when you're watching TV, downtime is shared, so it's his paw on your foot, or else it's his head. Morning ablutions, one leg in the air, he waters a thicket, which wakes up a cricket who begins to sing. The world is his lavatory. Noblesse Obligatory. It's a Water Dog thing. for my granddog...
her heart is steaming with reason/ he got her body screaming with semen/ emotions she's feeling/ is making her/ weak to her knees man/ scary temptation is on/ he got a chrome to her dome/as she lays face down in the flow/ into her body he goes/ in the air waves/ she/ he/ screams/ curses/ and moans/ is it by some body she knows part two is coming
I came here with flowers held gently to my sobbing chest, to bring them to my dearest; I have departed from the living, to come face to face with my ending... I lay my flowers at this cold tombstone... engraved with a name too sweet, and yet so painful to call it out; the heat in my throbbing veins could warm it up with a loving wish before dawn; but who can resurrect someone from death? This morning is dazzled by an intense sun, carnations, flags and tombstones perfectly blend as the swaying pines offer their breeze and soothing shade towards noon; why are the noisy larks hiding, and melancholically sing? I rushed here to release these tears and let them roll from these eyes, like raindrops falling on this very quiet place: where tranquility is as eternal as Paradise... I lay my flowers at this cold tombstone, feeling a presence so known; others before me have knelt and cried, not to forget whom they lost and dearly loved...
From fabrics torn, in ruin, she hail, Above the deck, beneath the sail, Above silent meadow, the sea, Her frosty breath, in doom, she see. Her fondness torn, her kids apart, Though love follows her broken heart, Her sorrow tears on rusted chains, For holding children once again. The howling steam erased skies, And fright gallops the silent cries, As faces pale in feeble grip, And sea moaning the crowded ship. The days are past, remedies none, The burned down farms from firing sun, They bent on knees for kids to feed, Beneath the feet for coin, indeed. Her husband dead from bones to sweat, Hard labor earning, closing, debt, She buried body, beneath the farm, And begs for mercy, waiting harm. The beats in rage far fierce than flame, The bells were rung, with chains they came, Her toes were trembling, wrath unfolds, They tortured, beat and tied her, cold. While taken heart and soul from kids, The slave in chain with tearful lids, They dragged and stripped in crowded street, And brought with slaves to ship, the fleet. Through cries unheard and night she sails, With slaves in ship with fuming trails, To hungers deep in scalding cold, And chapped lip-lines numb, breaking hold. Her skin was pale, the hunger tale, As blue veins rose beneath her nails, To fading night, her dim eyes sleep, Her moon-light fades and die asleep. ©Anees Rahman
My crazy Cousin. My cousin calls me crazy poet Cause I don't think like others I've not seen her since she was three A Flower girl to us lovers When we got wed in sixty five But now we write and all Oh lord, we two are so alike It's just remarkable. In eight weeks time, she's coming here To good old western Oz I know we're going to get on well I do, and that's because That girl is crazy just like me And she likes a good old laugh She seems to be a grand old bird I'll say on her behalf. She'll bring her man, and son with her They're all creative folk She can paint and write as well And boy, it is no joke The kind of talent that they have It will be a joy to me To meet up with forgotten kin I can't wait for this to be. 11 August 2013 @ 1813hrs.
Ballad of the poet When the moon kissed the sun, and light spread upon the earth. *hh* Bright and early, early bird gets the worm. With sullen time on stand by.... *DJ*" Spurns emerald valleys that blur upon my new-found perch *J.M.G* While all nature wakes from slumber in timeless glory. *E.G* Morning glory stroked by a ceremonious dandelion... whisper~ *K.D* Bitter like morning breath. Rooster crows, two songs, I share a note with him. My cat rises to the sun of a new day. Stretches into a c with her tongue curled and tail furled *S.K.* My coffee offers the sweetest taste after a goodbye kiss. Clever and warm, I twinkle to the new morning light, as I step outside, something pierced my heart.. ~Wing broken, his bow in tow, arrows strewn, ~No flight for thee, love lost, bent arrows I see," *R.M* Everything I see, everything I feel around me. Becomes a new song. Born of many emotions. I roll them on a paper without a pen. BUT! In my mind they speak clearly to me~ Look into My eyes with your heart... and there you will find your soul * R.A.D.* "I hear an angel calling The beastly being within" *R.S* A new creation awaits beyond the path of dreams content, Eros and Cupid both shoot through my heart." *J.H.* As the arrow's liquid enters my soul... *RON* Will that winged creature with the bow and arrows stop blinking his eyes?" *R.P* He has stretched his wings too far this time. *V.B.* "His arrow of love is strumming my heart with golden grace. *L.M* A Halo'd smile upon my face. * L.H* Has suddenly turned to a grimace! *G.S.* (( feel free to add a line** in my comment box... ))
I remember the very first time I saw you, You wiped the sweat off your forehead, I remember what all I use to say to you, Followed my heart, I love you, Maybe I needed to guard what I say, Or express it in another way, I hope I did you no harm, Or is that what you call destiny, Please know in your heart, Eventhough how things played out, My life and all its' worth, Worth calling existing - living, And without ever crossing paths, My life would have been blah, Words can not express how I feel about you, Celebrate our love, if nothing more ever than be my best friend, You are my very breath and hope of hearing from and possibly seeing you, The very reason I make it through another day, Our love we will celebrate far and away, But in my heart, you are right here with me today, I love you friend, You make this world and all it contains worth living, My heart smiles when it thinks of you, I will somehow express my heart before I leave this earth, So much I want to say, I don't want to complicate things, I just want you to be healthy, happy and carefree, I know you love me, You don't have to say it like I so often do, I knew day one, When I became good friends to you! I love you, boo! I do! Best of luck, Live like you were dying!
He looks through the curtains as the meal is served The sweat on his brow and the I.V. drips Mom wears her apron with a picture of a turkey on it It was her favorite and the music playing And I'm coming home to where I'm loved Father sits watching the game as the plate goes round He had money on the wrong side but he swigs a beer Everyone seems happy and content so he knocks on the door No one hears and he stirs,trying to break free of the restraints And I'm coming home to the warmth when I'm cold and alone Where a man works and his wife cleans and raises the boys Where desolation has no place to hide and no regret And Mom hasn't begun drinking because her son left and will never come back Where the geese still fly South to the warmth Dogs bark and people have to stand to switch the channel And I'm coming home No cell phone or video games to gaze at and 24 hour news The nurse brings a syringe and plunges it into my I. V. The Angel wipes my soaking brow and gives me comfort I'm alone with the mist and the murmur of the crickets I'm coming home The house is quiet and emptiness within But Mom left a light on with expectation A sign was set for all to know I'm coming The quiet is lovely and the light welcomes Home
Written by my Cousin Susan Northwood who thinks she cannot write. She wrote this poem for me. pleaser let her know that she can write very well, she is also an excellent artist. By the way, I am back from my holiday, and glad to be back with you all. My cousin Alf. Whilst searching on the net one day A name jumped out on me Peter Duggan, as he is known My cousin, that he be. A crazy man, a writer too Speaks his mind, I kid not you He loves to argue, and debate Gossip, and trivia, he does so hate. He wrote me emails, all the time And many poems in rhythm, and rhyme His words were calming, made sense to me Helped my fears,and anxieties. Life for him had not been kind Bullied, beaten, and a troubled mind But here he was, helping me With all my anger, that He could see As time did pass, my life got better Thanks to him, and all his letters Back and forth, we wrote like mad Happy laughing, and sometimes sad. Now here in Oz, I've come to see My cousin, and his family Yes he's just how I imagined Loves all life, and writes with passion. He argues, talks, and often shouts Sings, and laughs, but what about? Yes, he's blunt, and can be rude He'll shock you too, if you're a prude But underneath his suit of armour There stands a man, who's met his karma All he wants is peace in in life No more trouble. fights and strife. There's many souls who cannot cope With this loud, outspoken bloke But I know where this man is from He says it in his words and songs. So for me he is not Peter Or Billy, John or Ralph He simply is my cousin Also known as Alf. Written by Susan Northwood, for Peter Duggan.
I have a mother like no other... Never really understood her when i was younger... To others she was always kind and giving... Yet to her children she was mostly harsh and controlling... I have always wanted to know why but never did... And as i age i often felt like a lost kid... Constantly searching for love and care... Something i felt my own mother would not even bare... Now that she has aged too... It breaks my heart and makes me shed a tear or two... To see her old and weary... Crossed my mind to ask her finally...why mommy? Then it suddenly dawned on me...i do not need an answer... For all i have to do is look at her... Hard and long enough, without any anger... Think of all the people she kept under her wings... And be thankful of how they took off and soared... Because of all the love my mother could afford... I figured if she has saved a life at our expense... Then....everything makes sense...
loving sister I write to you as a writer know you are in school Because you are still a big fool Your being wise wholly lies On your book that you should keenly look open every page sister read every text sister Get that wisdom Embrace that wisdom. sister write every word paint every picture for those words that picture pictures your future so don't sleep for you might slip. it is now 7 months in your form three I check at my wrist my watch is ticking click by click time is whiled away sister use every chance exploit every minute for you are worth living this earth. I have to say that day u got the accident I realized you are a light to several hearts embrace that and shine For you are a true NDHINE you are the MARVELOUS GRIFFINS Realize your potential for you are exponential.... come next year I want to praise you dear I want to hear the people calling out I want to hear the world shout I want to see your parents Marvel For they gave birth to Marvelous Marvelous. May you live long and shine bright like white.
The Alien. "Here's the village Idiot Here comes the loony fool" So many taunts did follow him Oh kids can be so cruel! The Alien, his face all cowed With caution treads his way As the gossip done, invades him every day. He's a shade too short on mighty brawn He's a pilgrim of the soul He's a Sailor floating through his dreams And he has no worldly goals And when those kids kicked footy balls And swore and carried on The alien got lost within his own song. He's been told that he be nothing By so many through the years And now his body broken Still wading in his fears The wings have made to open up So the butterfly may rise And so the mighty Phoenix must head he for the skies. Dec 22 2003.
Lets climb up that old tree, make the clouds disappear. Let's climb up that old, lemon colored tree, make the rain clouds disappear. Rough wood, and a rickety ladder, White christmas lights trim the slumping roof over a few branches and we're crawling- through the doors of a star-gazing tree house full of nostalgia. Sounds of traffic, cross walk conversations Trotting past that old jazz bar, a mexican family arguing on the stoops, funny how an unknown language can still make sense on the inside. the mother gestures her son upstairs to sleep, But my world's only waking. There's a party up ahead. and there's something 'bout the nights' breeze blowing off the cars and into the trees. its Got my heart singing about this new love I've found.
I have lived, And felt the cost, Paid my dues, But I have lost_ You. Still I pray, As chaos looms, And as my blue turns into grey, I hear__ The angels sing- In tune. Don't be giving in, Don't give up my son, Or fade away, Lift your chin with the sun__ And rise, With this new day!. I have lived, And felt the cost of all my wonderin ways, I've paid my dues, I - Have lost you. I can hear the angels sing, Your in a mistaken land__ Lessons learned in truth, As the grey seeks out the blue, She will__ Your daughter my son--- She will return--- To You. For I have lived, Felt the cost of all my walkin days, I've paid my dues, I- Lost you.... I wont be giving in, Won't give up my girl, Or fade away, I'll lift my chin with the sun--- And RISE-- With this new day...
Sweet Angel of mine Euphoria as high as the eye can see The immediate cultivation of a man In the most blissful of moments On that special day you came to be So delicate, so precious Those distinguishable features Leery eyed, despite a struggle to focus And for that one brief instant your expression begged the question… Do I know you? In this one shining moment a connection took form The sealing of a bond, strong enough to withstand the most horrific storm The pride that was embedded The reflection was prophetic Whatever will be your endeavor, you have an eternal protector This world can swallow you if you let it So, shine my little angel Find strength in your name Someday you'll know pain, But always remember The first man who held your hand will always be your softest place to land Always and forever But for this day, beauty has been refined and enhanced So will you save the last dance? For me? You can walk with me in a park You can speak your worst fears You can tell me what's on your heart You can dampen my shirt with tears And they'll be a day when you blossom and you'll find that love expands The feeling moves you The energy super It will lead you down an aisle towards your future And you'll still be my little angel Always Just know that in all your days Whether from here or above Forever my angel For always in my heart For you, all my love Copyright©2013 by Daryl R. Gaines. All rights reserved
Look after Joe our mother said We promised we would do it She needed a break from all of us And went out of town for a visit. It was the spring of '93 The blizzard had ruined my place So Sam was helping clean up my yard Little did we know We'd soon be red in the face! I went down to check on Joe He asked me to regulate his shower I told him I'd do it later And asked if he could wait an hour. An hour passed, then two We were busy with what we were doing We forgot Joe needed a hand And was sitting, waiting, stewing. When I remembered to go back I found it out of my power For Joe had taken matters into his own hands And was stepping out of the shower. You adjusted the water, I began Oh no Miss Emily I could not do it myself It was that nice policeman. Where did you find a policeman Out here in the sticks, I cried Knowing in my heart something was wrong. Easy Miss Emily, I figured it out I needed help, So I dialed 911. I was horrified, afraid they would think us bad For neglecting our uncle that fine spring day Too busy to give him what he needed Scared they'd take him away. Oh no probem Jane The man said when I called We understand what happened today Just tell Uncle Joe if he does it again That out of his pocket he'll pay. Our mother was not happy with us But eventually thought it great fun That Uncle Joe took matters into his own hands And for help, dialed 911.
We went in search of names we knew Their stories yet unknown What burdens had they endured in life Would we ever really know? From village to village we travelled around We searched from place to place Past honeysuckle and high hedges Would we ever find a trace? And so we came to Lapley And Cartwright corner did we find The graves so worn and weathered So few memories left behind But there was the farmer Ezekiel! And his wife Charlotte too Their daughters Elizabeth and Mary Ann So many amongst the few And further down another grave I knelt, and under the moss There was Ezekiel the blacksmith Mourning the love he'd lost And still we searched for more and more And roamed throughout the grounds Looking and wondering if more were here Or had time worn them down And so we crossed to the graveyard And two monuments we found Side by side as in their life And now beneath the ground And for that moment time stood still As we looked to one another Two kindred souls who thought upon A daughter and her mother
Toy collector: He holds the bear gently in his old wrinkled hands as he gazes into its kind beaded eyes. The toy collector sees love lined in its double stitches and his childhood in the busted toys smile. There stitched in black thread he can hear the sound of a child laughter, happiness, and growth reviving his memory of youth, like a jolt of life to an empty vein. The years have passed freely, almost fleeting by. He had no more time to play in grassy school yards or hide from girls wearing satin dress, he had to grow up. The boy eventually turned into a man and was forced to pack away his toys regrettably into a wooden box. There they sat in the attic awaiting the return of their beloved friend while he aged slowly into an adult. High school came and went, college, even marriage but unfortunately he was never blessed with his own child. No one to share in the lined pleats of his own childhood. All of this he now recognizes in the bears sandy eyes. The toy collector hands his most prized procession to his wife, a dazed look covering his forlorn face. She takes his withered hand and speaks gently in his ear. "All the memories in the world could never replace the love between a man and his bear." "Yes, but even the toy collector eventually grows to old and must let go." He replies in woe. His thin lips force a smile as he repacks the boxes that escaped him long ago and in the early morn of the next day he patently sits alone outside for a bus to come. The driver honks her horn and greats him with a warming smile. "Are all of these toys for our orphanage?" The toy collector regrettably nods. "Things have been pretty rough but this will surly lift there sprits up." She confesses as she gently grabs a random box. As she stacks them one by on into the now cluttered van his bear falls onto the pavement below. Unable to pick it up he wrinkles his brow with great sadness. Suddenly the passenger door opens revealing the face of a young girl and as she draws near she extends her hand and clutches the bear. "Did you find a friend little Lou?" His heart melts as she kisses the teddy gently then smiles. "thank you." The child coos softly. The toy collector lives in the toys he collects, but the man lives forever in the bear the child now possesses.
Last night I dreamed The dream I had was all in white As pure as driven snow And the whiteness of it all Did bring me down quite low There was something very scary there In the whiteness of it all The sameness there in everything Kind of drove me up the wall. I looked into the neighbours yard As the sun was shining bright I heard an infant screaming loud There bathed within the sunlight Was parked a pram upon the lawn Which glowed with mystery My mother's passion was aroused I took a look to see I peeped into that pure white pram A babe was lying there All swaddled in a pure white shawl Just white was everywhere The whole wide world, Was beamed in light It was a scary feel I found myself in corridors This place it seemed unreal. Each corridor was long and winding Like serpents, in my dream And everywhere were locked, white rooms This place to me it seemed Like a hospital, insane asylum Or something of this kind I just ran round, and round, and round With panic in my mind. I could not find my room at all And every one I asked Just looked at me with blank expressions It was a mammoth task Trying to find where I was at It almost drove me mad And then I saw my. Daughter there And boy! this made her glad. She handed me the baby And told me loudly "Take it" And then I woke up from my sleep It made me think a bit As to what this dream was all about It was the strangest dream I'd love to get into my mind And find out what it means. 28 July 2013 @ 1417hrs. Serious.
I pray for the day, That my sweet child comes home, To my loving arms, So, I can love and hold them tightly, Each and everyday of their lives, To be there for them and guide them, As they learn to grow, Into a wonderful adult, That I know they will become, For they have such a wonderful heart, And as people will see them grow each year, Learning along their way, Having their own imagination, To shine and guide them, To be a very unique person of their own, But they are already very different, In many different ways, By their looks and their loving heart, And of course being very smart, Their beauty will shine, In many different ways, Both inside and out, And I pray for the day, They will come home, To stop these painful, loving tears.
A different time and generation No spoken words could say more When touch was not just a feeling You could be rich when you were poor And a smile was like the sunrise Eyes could make time stand still Beauty was in the moment No ticket needed to have a thrill You could court without a judge back then A date could be a Sunday drive Dreaming was done while awake No need of power drinks to feel alive Life wasn't techno managed Engagement could be a surprise Watermelon seeds and Double Cola On the Princess' hand a sparkling prize Chocolate was more than candy Boy or girl was discovered on delivery day Dinner meant more than eating The outside world didn't get in the way But these good ole days haven't disappeared On Francis Street they've taken pause Past and present seamlessly intertwined You can't explain it.. it's just because! Sponsor: Royal Trevino Contest Name: Heart felt poem
When I stand on the Hills and stare down, while milky sunbeams shine asound, I admire the grace with which spreads my Village, its glories and innocence. Oh my Village! that valley wherein I first kicked, That place where I first experienced my birth, That Paradise where the birds play and cling While happy children cuddle and sing. That Valley wherein I ate Irish Potatoes Drank sweet palm wine and ran wild, Where I savoured sweet achu, hunted rat mole. Oh! life so pure! Oh, my sweet grandmother and father! They raised me to love this sweet land. They told me one morning as I stretched- "Mowi, yu'u, there is no better place than home." Now I understand while I behold the radiance, The opulence of this village Politicians want to steal, Politicians and leaders so neglect- But I say to them, "you are wicked, wicked!" "If there is a place that is home to me, Where I will love to grow and make square, Where I'll love to hug and bless It is my village Bamendankwe."
My mom has tried from the start my mom she has a giant heart. She did a good job to raise me right since I was a little tyke. She said she will never give up the fight and, keep on trying with all her might to save me from my destructive life. I would be out all night running the streets, doing things I knew weren't right getting in trouble, getting in fights. She wanted me home, she wanted me safe, and she was always making me something delicious to eat. I didn't care that I was breaking her heart or, that my delinquent ways were tearing her apart. Well I was finally arrested and ended up in jail, I am now stuck in this place and I tell you it's hell. Now I see all the bad and, stupid things that I've done but, I had no remorse then I thought it was fun. I am now sorry for the things that I have done, now I want to be a better person, a better son. Even though I am stuck in this place, when I think of my mom it puts a smile on my face. Now the only person who is still on my side and, who's still got my back is my sweet, big hearted mom, imagine that.
A Better Life I don't know why she hides, I don't know why she shivers, I don't know why she cries, I don't know why she quivers, Daddy's girl is all alone, And I don't know how to help her, Daddy's world is all but blown, And I don't know what to tell her, What happened to her confidence, And her self assured way, Which used to be so prominent, In all she did or would say, Who stole my little girl's heart, And drove her to such confusion, She now slowly does her part, As if all she has is illusion, She knows I would kill any other man, For doing such harm to my little girl, But this is much more than I can stand, As it has forever blown apart my world, They took 'steps' to the next level, And now they each look to me in despair, I warned them each to be careful, But the forbidden fruit they shared, Now I look at one without trust, Yet I still love my son so very much, I still hold her distant as I must, But she needs Daddy's healing touch, Why do I have to be the bad guy, When my children need my help, I pushed one out and I still cry, While I can't help her help herself, There is no way to win here, And my tears won't stop falling, I have lost them both I fear, And my fears won't stop calling, I don't know what to do anymore, Or how I can help either of them, Both children my heart cries out for, But the truth is neither can win, And for this my darling kids, I am so sorry I can't decide, Which to disown or which to kiss, When I am actually on both your sides, So I pray that both her and him, Of whom I am so very proud, Do not give up and become victims, Who wear this pain like a shroud, I pray both of you hear my advice, Get over this hardship and understand, This lesson with its terrible price, Is one where you do as best you can, To forgive and move on from here, Without Dad having to choose a side, And to let go of all that you fear, If you want to grow to have a better life.
Oh Paper Clip, Dear Paper Clip let me always sing your praises! You keep my pages held tight without the violence of stapling and yet your grip is so gentle as to release a sheet without a blemish. When the project in your care concludes you go back into the desk desk drawer with nary a complaint or a quibble and fall back into the stiff routine of anticipating the next chance to make yourself useful. You are so loyal and understanding that even when I ask you to be a hanger of christmas ornaments you immediately bend to the task. You don't even mind when I straighten you out and use you like a toothpick. You remain the consummate aide through both thick reams and thin. You have won my heart you little metallic angel and if Mother approves I have every intention of making you an honest binder.
It is now twenty years I still recall the tears I still recall the shame Dad you are to blame I know this you did not expect You will call it disrespect sorry but you I respect. Dad I remember The memories fresh in my calendar Her tears and pain imprinted in my heart Dad my mother you did hurt As a good woman she played her part She never ever set your heart apart. when we did good I and brother we were as bright as the father when we did wrong I and brother we were as foolish as our mother so we were beaten like our mother she wiped our tears she ended our fears. Dear dad here I am Growing into a man will it please you when I beat my wife too will it please you when I call my wife a fool too will it please you when my children never call me dad I find this hard dad. Dad that woman you called a fool she taught me to respect women in full she taught me that a woman Is a necessity to a man she taught me never To lay a hand on a woman ever Dad this foolish wife Taught me how to love in my life
The moon was bright as ever, I took my husband's hand, I led him to the park, and we stopped to play in the sand. Long his memory faded, like a child was he, I watched as in wonder, he stopped and laughed at me. I took his hand once more and took him on our way, but he began to shout, he wanted to stay and play. I told him that I loved him; he said he loved me too, and in that tiny moment, I felt him shining through. Once again it faded, and once again gone, I took his hand, my husband, and led him back home. The Alzheimer's he experienced was eating at his mind, but nothing in this world, could force me to resign.
There is nothing more magical, nor precious, than the gift of motherly love. Your heart thaws, as she grasps you in a warm embrace Her smile fills you with joy, She putts her soul into everything she dose, because, she love you. She gives you advice, and she helps you, she is your guardian angel because she loves you. It is true, You will have quarrels. About little miner things. But, at the end of the day, She still loves you, and you love her, because she's you mom, and you wouldn't have it another way!
In a meadow by the stream there stood a big oak tree and now I think of all the things that tree has meant to me The old tire swing hung from a limb was put up by our dad and all day long us kids would play and oh' what fun we had In the shade of that old tree whose limbs are now bent low is where I met my one true love so many years ago Was where I got my very first kiss under that old tree and that old oak stood right there smiling down at me We are all grown up now but how we loved that old tree a place of refuge for us all a place where we were free We all went back the other day to see just one more time that beautiful tall old oak tree for ever etched in our mind
Home is where love is loud without a word. Where silent understanding can still be heard. Where, when your confused, you know you'll be understood. Where loved ones would take your pain if they could. Where the people laugh with you, and never at you. Where you are still loved even when they don't like what you do. Where the ones who care are never too far. Where you finally realize who you are. Where you find a strong shoulder and a tender ear. Where you can be vulnerable without any fear. Where you can be yourself and never have to pretend. Where you are comfortable in your own skin. Where your sadness is divided, and your happiness is multiplied. Where there is always someone on your side. Where you learned how to share, love, and give. Home is where your heart and soul will always live.
In Youth-less Age Though gentle, hopeful drifts we brood, but age our wont be kind enough, in threescores is when life imbued, will partial be the earthly stuff; but you'll still be my fancy then, when Suns shall be the Shallowest, and dry as those days --my fingers, pen! Diluting the persistent best; then shall I my own mind bereave, when servile times would near a close, but will your eyes, mine still deceive, that greater truth than life propose. The understanding of our earth, up till we stay, --the way shall give, entwine when with a lovers mirth, we not our age but more shall live; there I shall be a part of you, though life may still not worthy be, but time the hearts as one does sew and breeds the soul's eternity. Soon ladies fine with auburn head, in youth's subservience shall grow, with shadows white and lips blood red, to whom the haste --the world will owe; but, by the words that reason frowns, and those that cost if cared for less; within the gardens, across all towns, just you my dame this heart possess, as your my gardens cherished fruit, could time nor age do you wrong, your grace can shift a hand from mute, such do my rhymes to you belong, and the words, claims that come to me, be their center, and my days renew, until the time this soul is free, and life us quells, an end pursue; the end of the sojourn we made, shall love then still be intense more, when breaths and sight move to a fade, like youth, your age --I shall adore. R.N.Khan, © 2012
It is...within the tiny things of early morning, that moment breaths alive, it is within the tiny whisperings, that a melodye plays...like the very dear and the antelope, play home on the range. so goes the melodye of heart beat, that plays quietly the songs of soul, here a rhyme is born of day-light coming so soon, through the early morning eyes of the moon-light, and the starry dreams of twilight's transitioning... into the light of a love letter written to dawn. soul to soul conversing, as in this love letter, the letters just join hands with the words and just march across the sky...and at the end of the rainbow, there be plenty of golden time, way down deep on the inside, ...as the inspired choir, of a bumble bee, or a butterfly, starts to sing, like tiny things that live, flower to flower, blossom to bloom, watered and deeply cared for... O' Eden. I say, deep beneath the surface of a wishing well...where the pennies lay, I wish a sun-rise.
My granddaughter was a sparkle in everyone's eye, She brought happiness to everyone, But her life didn't seem long enough, To see the joys yet to be done. Her life came to an end, Not by our choice, God called her back, To watch over us and make us realize our choices. She was always happy, And full of joy, She always helped us realize, There is always more to life than just toys. Never forget the people close to your heart, Because if you do, They can disappear when you least expect it, And never be there anymore for you.
The semblance of existence remains in the worth of our lives, In the structure of what grows within; Yet the good of all mankind is measured by its worth And not by the makeup of those lives; Still ponder the signs of our thoughts and beliefs And the structure of the ideas therein We remain beneath the starlit side of the moon, Forever lost in a light still unseen; And the intention of ones worth is measured by its character Until the structure of that character is consumed; Farewell to the uncertainties of our faith And what is held in the structure within Could time in passage take the worth of us all? Like a faun in the winter of its being; But instilled our memories seem so long to depart That the structure of thought is no more! For a shadow is lost in silent demise Hidden in the structure within
~~~ Dappled grey horses sweat crusted and weary hooves drifting dust lift a day passing dreary The harness bells faded reigned in at the rill a cool running brook near the base of our hill ~ My eyes I'm a lad scant older than four brought visions to mind full of wonders in store A wagon decked out like a big city market he lifted the side then he shook out the carpet ~ Our old kitchen door screamed out lack of oil a kettle clanged gently just set on to boil E'er mother's voice shouted "I think it's the Pox the old folks have died I've been digging their plots" ~ "My father's in bed and they won't let me near" the stranger walked by with a smile mussed my hair Went in with a bag full of magic he grows started mixing a broth made with god only knows ~ Tip toed on a box dragged in from the yard through windows he folded gunpowder with lard The screams of my father sent tears to my eyes they rubbed him completely in spite of his cries ~ They fed him the broth a few drops at a time I climbed off the box with his horses in mind "The horses love apples" I turned with a whirl peeking out from his wagon the freckled face of a girl ~ In moments I knew her a lifetime it seemed a most likeable friend who knew all the schemes As father got better t'was time to move on her father a doctor a peddler a con ~ He'd done us a service we could never repay though he sold us an organ an' stool by the way Each year they returned once or twice they dropped by little freckle faced Mary soon the girl of my eye ~ They'd rest a few days with each visit it's true she wrote the best love songs while I wrote the tunes Then one night it happened 'neath moon and the stars consummating a love that would forever be ours ~ He stumbled upon us but said not a word in the morning so early fading echoes we heard Ne'er again did we see them though rumors of peril ... my parents expired to a place 'neath the barrow ~ Five years had surpassed isolation and grief knocked a lamp from the table when I'd fallen asleep The house nearly cinder an' I felt like the fool only item I'd saved was the old organ stool ~ Just sat there and watched till the sun broke the morn in the distance an echo I'd heard years before Then over the rise sweat crusted and weary two dappled grey horses on a day passing dreary ~ The horses reigned in right next to the rill that sweet running brook at the base of our hill A woman climbed down took a step to the glade the dawning day's sun streaming in to pervade ~ A light in my heart jumped a thousand times fold the smile in her eyes and the story's been told The tears fell in rapture though nothing was said embraced now with Mary she'd returned from the dead ~ She unhitched the horses I lifted the side "The years have been kind" I said lifting her pride "Are you my daddy?" I turned with a whirl peeking out from the wagon the freckled face of a girl
I am a woman a player a saivior a friend I am a mom a warrior to the bitter end I am a lover that bends all my needs i am a singer that needs to breath i am a lion that cant be tamed i have many names but I am a woman
Big beautiful eyes that capture my heart Dark brown like her mothers Can't tell them apart She talks up a storm of baby word sounds And we all repeat them, astonished and proud Her birthday is coming it's gonna be swell Her parents are acting like children as well They argue and fight and put her through hell They think it won't damage her She's too young to tell That mommy and daddy don't fit like a glove And she'll grow up and pick out the same man to love. They'll fight and they'll argue in front of their child and they won't understand how now they're reviled. It started way back before she was one; so please stop the cycle and look what you've done. You're repeating mistakes that your parents have made. No turning the clock back the bed has been made. Another generation is sleeping in it. Copyright ©2000 Karen M Feist
We took her to the nursing home to visit family, She happily skipped down its halls beside the elderly. Withered hands reached for curls, Old eyes filled with duress, Some followed her in patched wheelchairs and praised her pretty dress. Those darling giggles brought them near as she played silly games, And several ladies called her closer, each using different names. A wheezing man gave her biscuits then pleaded that she pray so she clasped her hands for him in her angelic way. She proudly danced for worn nurses, Then sang her A, B, C's, And drummed out the barking curses of stale senility. Oh, my girl treated them like pets Who had just too far roamed, And sweetly asked with guileless eyes, "Why can't I take one home?" *For Joann Grisetti's Copy Cat Contest *This poem is a tribute to Edna St Vincent Millay's A Visit to the Asylum, done in a similar form (ballad), though Edna's syllable count is looser. This is based on our weekly visits with my father-in-law. We take my daughter and she brings such joy to the place, yet my blood freezes as I'm never sure who will say what to her, and erratic strangers are contantly trying to pull her into their laps, steal hugs and kisses. It is both beautiful and disturbing and I've been wanting to write about this for several months. I had seen the similiarity between Edna's poem and my daughter's experiences. Glad to put this to paper in this way. Thanks, Joann.
Lisa Milligan A Fragment Of Life 8/21/06 "Each experience is locked within my heart and only I hold the key..." Don't hurt your daughter She needs your pride Don't hurt your sister She breaks inside She feels surrounded by enemies Please don't hurt the girl That girl is me She left you long ago Packed up and ran Ran away from all the pain She didn't understand It didn't take her very long When she had to come back To see all the reasons why She took that track She sits there smiling She's afraid inside Of the next hurt inflicted That she'll have to hide She has to be here Because of her baby son She has no husband As for her son's parents She's the only one Don't hurt your daughter She needs your pride Don't hurt your sister She breaks inside She feels surrounded by enemies Please don't hurt the girl That girl is me You sit and gossip that She won't come around Judgment and criticism Is all she's found She fights the invisible hands Forcing her to the floor She fights the instincts of survival To run out the door You don't see her clearly Looking through your clouds Looking at the wrong things Like her bank account Looking for what she should change Not what she's done Not at the strong, healthy man Her son has become Don't hurt your daughter She needs your pride Don't hurt your sister She breaks inside She feels surrounded by enemies Please don't hurt the girl That girl is me She notices wistfully The pride in her parents eyes As they behold the families In which they have pride The look that vanishes As they turn her way The pride that disappears And then her heart frays Broken shells get left behind Scattered all over the sand Perfect shells get taken home Precious treasures in the hand
Coming from the misty lake Lough Leane Came a beautiful maiden of the name of Niamh Upon a mare, for she is not from the world of man A seraphic princess from Anwnn Upon the shores she claimed around his kin "I have came for Oisin son of Finn" "Maiden you come to me so alluringly I am he, if we marry for all eternity!" And so he rode upon her horse to the secrets of Anwnn For he and she, they'd be happy for all eternity Come with me to Anwnn I am she, your queen Niamh I have come for you Oisin, son of Finn Don't leave me or you'll see The age of man The age of man The age of man
Remember when days were long And all de children do is play: Or how de burnin sun hot like fire And snow cone ice melt away, When I was a wee lad in Trinidad And licks fuh so in de bam bam If I do or say I right when I wrong! Playin cricket in de front yard In ragged shirt and watchicong, Wit my bat and pad in Trinidad Hear de dogs of Independence, "Masser's day has come" dey bark, And snarl "now we in charge!" But all dey do is fete and skylark, Dats why tings bad in Trinidad Den me Faddah "really speakin"... And me Muddah, how she grieve: "Aye yah yie, it time to vamoose... Oh crime...it time to leave", Dat all hell gone mad in Trinidad I say to she "yuh makin joke! Mummy, what is dis tomfoolery?" Man, next ting I know I on a boat Past de Bocas headin out to sea, And I was sad to leave Trinidad Dey get vex and riot in de street, Trow stick, pelt stone, and cuss: Shout "Black Power...Malcolm X..." PNM say "why all yuh makin fuss?" But tings get real bad in Trinidad Trinis start to swell up dey face And ax demself "is all yuh fuh real?" Criminals was skinnin dey teet Burnin and lootin lookin to steal - Destroyin what we had in Trinidad But I would from my exile return De land of rapso, kaiso, and calypso! Where de panman play, "padna" And de Cahneeval jumpin fuh so, Den I was glad to see Trinidad Back to limin on sandy beach Wit buss-up and shark 'n bake... Drinkin rum, Carib, and Stag spyin All de girls backside shake! Girls sweet too bad in Trinidad If yuh see party fuh so in East Or fete in de village dong Sout: And Jouvay dawn at Pelican Inn Till Road March jump and shout, Dis is de lime I had in Trinidad End of Part 1 January 2009
Phone chat of the past. Ringing ringing in the home high pitched sound the mother or another would scream for all to hear YA GET THE BLOODY PHONE ,running almost braking the neck to make the ring before it goes ,HELLO? LONG DISTANCE CALL ,that buzzing in the ear, can't stay long was always the first words said ,now the rest have now gathered round for each one would like a quick word, hows the weather your end ?a not so bad says you & yours? tell me this and tell me that and tell me nomore, oh & please tell the rest i sent me love ,and than the next one inline repeats the same word for word ,now all are concerned abou't the bill reminding the other, its a long DISTANCE call ,ah sure we better let ya go so ,for this is costing you a fortune,those were the phone chats of the past ,which always came with a surprize ,after all who could it be ? now a days the mod cons cell phones that do everything but cook the dinner ,so take me back way back to the phone chats of the past ,those long distance calls ,the ringing in the ear and that scream YA GET THE BLOODY PHONE .
COAT OF ARMS Last night I couldn't sleep,for thinking only you... As I wrapped in warm embrace,your spirit tinted blue To oust away thine pangs,in hopes to see thee smile... I'll yoke ye 'pon my shoulders,to carry through this mile To trade your tears of sorrow,and see them shed in joy... I'd jest for thine amusement,and be your favorite toy For thine malady been expelled,I'd invoke it banished 'way... Taking it 'pon mine self,so you've strength to seize th' day Though I'm not an king,nor prince 'pon ivory steed... Th' possessions I've procured here,are thine if felt th' need I'll sweep thee off thy feet,if not familiar with th' waltz... To breathe ye 'cross th' ballroom,as an feather floating 'loft Mark mine words I state here,and hold me to their true... I'll prove I 'steem thee precious,as unfeigned I surely do Just promise me one thing,that next time when your down... You'll wear these words as armor,'til I mend thy broken crown ~AZAZA~'09
Archers ballad… My arrows take flight, Steady, straight and true, Measured breath, careful aim Tensioned sinew over bone Sun glistened on sweaty brow, Sharpened points, purposed for difference, I release you, release you, Piercing air and realm of spirit, like you pierce my heart, Designed and destined for the use Of King, and His ransomed souls, Find your place, do your damage, My quiver empties With sorrow filled eyes and smile My hand reaches and grasps the void Knowing already you've gone, Still, I'm filled with the joy of you're memory You will be missed my little arrows, And I will remain always, here for you.
At first I thought it was the gales That howled into the night, But then the banshee's keening wails Broke all the glass in sight I hopped from bed up to the sill To see what I could see I saw a crow upon the hill A dark monstrosity My throat closed up; I couldn't breathe I thought that I would die But it flew out towards the sea - Across the moonlit sky But then the worry came again Which nobel love would die? Me, M'Lady,M'Lord, and when? Which one did Death espy? I bit my nails; I cracked my wrists The fear was like a wrench It smashed into my heart like fists, And kept me in suspense It was three days of agony Till I found out M'Lord had died - My sailor son in Tripoli, Was killed in cannon fight I guess I don't get WHY the crow Gave his warning to me Why screech of death at my window, Instead of Tripoli? Instead of Tripoli? (Besides being a woman, the banshee can take the form of animals, such as the crow) Received 1st place in "Creepy Irish Creatures" contest
He was a blind man on the wrong side of the road, He wanted to cross and go back to his home, But every time he tried, His heart skipped a beat and he went backwards. He spent two days and nights on the cold ground, He prayed to his God, to give him some courage, to cross the road ,and go back to his darling He stretched out his hand so that anyone, can hold him tight and lead him the way. But no one did, No one cared, No one even dared to look at him. Why has every one turned against each other, We should help the needy,we should cure the sick We should try and make this a better world for everyone to live in Imagine our world,Imagine his world imagine everyone helping each other, A kind world, a loving world A perfect world that everyone can live in. So when you see an old man on the wrong side of the road, He could be your old man standing their alone. Give him a coin , change his world, Help him cross the road to a better world.
I sat down and asked my self this question this question that really got my attention This question that made me wonder my purpose I'm I getting myself into a fuss For days and months pass now I am 20 years I'm yet to confirm my fears for in the next 5 or ten years I will be a parent and a father My children will need a true mother I'm I setting the right environment a free environment that will never torment a free environment where my children will call home a free environment with a woman my children will call mum I'm I setting that right environment? Many mistakes I have done in the past still there is time to shake off this dust All is not lost for now I have gathered wisdom along and as I write this song I seek forgiveness from all I did wrong for I have to set that environment a peaceful environment that will never torment an environment where my children will call home. I have met different people some being GIGO (gabbage in gabbage out) some with the wisdom to run a kingdom I did my analysis then did some synthesis I took the best I accommodated the worst for I had to know good and bad I need to set that environment that right environment that will never torment that right environment my children will call home. my continuity is my dignity seeing my own blood grow see their life flow see them mature like a rose flower see them marry and give birth see them live a life of great worth so I have to set that environmet that will never torment an environment they will call home.
My New Years Eve, I drank and i danced. I smiled and laughed. Had so much fun, Had a blast. With my family, How i wished it would last. Celebrateing new starts, And new begingings, As time had past. My New Years Eve, Started out great. O how i love to celebrate. Out with the old. In with the new. The ball fell. Hats flew. With glasses up, Happy New Years to you too!! Written by; Gloria perez-barkaszi 2014,jan 9
Midlife Crisis, or so they say They call it this when grown men play They buy shiny cars and fly in planes They chase young women to dull their pangs They hang in packs and tell their lies And find no truth in empty eyes They take great voyages to find the truth Yet no one gets wet in the fountain of youth They color hair and wrinkle not But time comes forth, although not sought And Time, my friend, is an unbeaten foe Rolling you over in its under-toe The battle lost, they bow their heads Father time sets the hour glass next to their beds And in the end , they remember this That time well spent is time of bliss
I love my Mousey, She lives in a field in BrushCreek, Tennessee, Walking with her her of cattle, As happy as she will ever be. Without this there would be only she, And i could make her as happy as me, I miss her immensly, for thee i wish well, For everyday i wish she wont sell, And I could show her in the Dekalb County Fair, I would sell never an ounce of her. Hehe not even one of her little white hairs. Even when all the way over there, Mine she is for no one but me to share, if I do so happen to dare. Cute as a button, A button her nose may well be, Where I first touched her sweet little body, Not once but twice sweetly, For wherever she goes I could spot her, along with her sister and mother. Many a mile away, for she is not at all, Not at all what you would say a little grayish thing. But a heifer who grows daily, Only to shove the motherly tears away. In my eyes though, she will always be, forever and always, my baby girl, my sweetie, my beautiful girl, my Mousey
The Length and Breath of Time Yes, you linger so succinct my fellow of graying hue; Like a ember coal is you as you fumble for a cigarette; Eyes burning down to the filter; the very best of your Soul is unbound with time, but you lie unaware in longing and regret. How shall we entrain you? We who seek your solace, your collar stayed conformity to watch it fade and falter. You stand upon the altar of time with folly pinching your Belongings – how dare the Jester diminish the gifts he gave you? A home, a shell of leather on your feet, a small itching on the back of time that all is filtered through sublime; breathe it in my friend. It is coming to an end. There's a furnace deep within you where all acts do linger fueled bright. You stoke it day and night, yet no fire lights the Architecture of the soul's encasement, for it is billeted elsewhere, beyond the realm your secrets have devised. This should come as no surprise, You can quench the fire, and scatter through the ashes But find no answers there, Another day, Another week, Another year… Pull back that iron door, Bite your tongue and curse the darkness To light that flame once more…
Mommy, I know I left you here. Ring ring went the phone, Little did we know never again would I answer Ring ring went the phone. I was eating breakfast when Open slammed the door, That morning how strongly I would have denied I would end up on the floor. I tried to scream, Mom, I really did. But he had me. . . He used my garden tools to beat me. He had me. Those tools used to bring me so much joy, But his purpose was to aid him. I had loved greeting visitors with garden so green It's not the tools' fault though, I don't blame them. I shielded my face with my hand, But soon that was broken. . . The simple trowel was my doom, All too soon, my face shattered and broken. . . There was blood everywhere; Mom I was so scared. To stop fighting though, I never dare. The sleek black laptop I had Been given for Christmas Which held all of my Favorite pictures of us, With it and my purse, He ran away, Not knowing I wouldn't Be here today. The white-washed walls Of the hospital room Only all too well reminded Me of Amontillado's tomb. I left you in the hospital Though. All alone. . . They caught him, have comfort, Even if you're alone. I'm sorry Mommy, I didn't want to go. . . But who ever gets a choice? I had to go. How little did we know, that One day, ring ring, Never again would I answer That phone, ring ring.
I looked into your eyes . Saw your pain . It was no surprise . I knew what you'd been through… I saw you cut, Blood on the floor . Life passing you by, Your now a shell of you. He took it away . Bit at a time . Even came back for more… That man of no use, Who stole your youth . How did it happen, When did it begin . Lost in a world, Of times and dates… Where, when and why me you asked ? Nobody knew, Not even you, Too young to remember. What he took , Was it real . The monsters hurt . You try so hard, Too young to understand. They sent you away, They never knew… You begged to stay, They didn't listen. Nobody believed, What you tried to say . To be hurt by so many, Didn't make sense . Your youth was gone, He stole it from you . You done nothing wrong . He took your youth . Don't let him win. He took away your child hood . Left you in fear… Don't give him your adulthood too. Open your eyes and see
I remember living in one room dingy and dire with old lino on its rotting wooden floor. I remember crystallised spit dangling from guard at the fire; as mother cleaned, he'd only honk the more. I recall how we went hungry, waiting for the paltry sum he allowed us for board and keep, the cheap fink, and how he served apprenticeship to becoming a true bum by treating as priorities his fags and drink. I remember all the rows he caused demanding back the cash which was supposed to feed and clothe his we'ans I remember every Christmas morn' the gifts received were trash because he'd pissed the present-money down the drain. I recall one awful night my mother hunting high and low with a hungry bedraggled child on either hand, she finally catching that boozy stinker sate in the Dungloe. How he fumed, outraged that food she dared demand. I remember his begrudgement of those sparse few days away– one hour upon the beach or at the fair: how just when we were relaxing would be dragged from play. Homeward-bound: him the 'bookies', us despair. I remember trudging up to Creggan to the 'Housing Place' every week with mother and sister, come rain or hail, and how that worthless, selfish, monster did not even have the grace to commend her dedication, instead railed. I can picture his expression when she got herself a job, determined not to lose her new clean home. I remember his wild tantrums when she'd saved up for a hob– the delivery man was perplexed at oral foam. I remember those miserable times as if they were today, how he made odd help with homework living hell– so that now a friend's assistance, however gracefully put, grates my tortured psyche so much I cannot tell. When we started working, my sister dear and I, it seemed for him a licence to give less. Many weeks he'd keep house-money and, as the months went by, we discovered he'd drunk the rent; that was a mess. So now sot has retired, and it seems his mind has gone– for he's telling all how great he was those years: he built house on the prairie. He was such a con: the only thing he constructed was a legacy of fear.
On this date,we both celebrate! when our paths came together! I met my mate over broth filled plate! then felt daft!when the soup trickled over! we both broke out in laughter! as you tidied up my chin! Will you be my pal forever? Master and mistress in everything?
What does it take to step up to the plate? Every time there is a mistake Life seems unfair at times and you get out Other times "HOMERUN" is just shy of foul Family and friends are your team Communtication and practice prevent your defeat Without it you make mistakes and get tagged out or cause an ERA and begin to doubt So when it happens that final day when its bases loaded, two outs and your up to the plate 3 balls 2 strikes and your down by 3 You decide how its going to be Sure, in the end it doesn't matter who wins or loses The decisions in life always leaves its bruises
I left you long ago for a place unknown Every time I remember how it used to be My heart is always flooded with memories It was not always about the running water, electricity or the good roads It was simply about the rich abiding love that people shared with others If I did not show up at church, somebody stopped by to check that I was okay If they did not turn up at a place, it was my duty to be certain that everything was alright Neighbors were family friends not just people you waved to Deeds were done not for a fee but out of love and that was the way we rolled I became a mother for the first time in a strange land, I could not be more lonely Husband had to go to school, I had no one to turn to I called my Mama, thousands of miles in Africa, I wept and wept All she could say was, "baby you can do it" you go on and be blessed It was tough, it was hard but I made it If I did not know God in a personal way, I might have lost it I miss you Oh land of my birth every now and then The laughter, the pure joy, the unfailing love I shared with others The help of others that was always at hand Everyone looking for what they could give not what they could get Though you have your share of woes but you are still the land of my birth Though you are still developing as a nation, you have qualities that can not be compared I have found a home in this place, it is no longer strange I have been blessed with a family and friends that do care
A Pact With A Demon The day your released Will be the day you die The day I was born Will be the day you die This is the pact we made This pact is what binds us forever You can't live with this guilt I only wanted 6 years Your next birthday will be your last Thank you You thank the one who will kill you Yes for you are the only one who knows the truth I am the one who feel in love with you And you are the one who will kill me What of your family? what of your life? I only needed 6 more years I have reminded you three week after your birthday that I would be the one to kill you and yet you never fluttered Why flutter when I accepted my punishment? I know the pain I have caused.It should have been me in that casket six feet under and yet it was another You know this new death will cause pain and the you will be the one know to have harbored the murder of thousands. Time tell all of it truth if I am to plan this role then may all those hurt come for me. You are really mature for someone so young would you had taken yourself so young I would have no heart nor soul We have now accepted our roles in life when the time grows near will you
Is it me? Or do I just not comprehend? When I do comprehend you look at me crazy, when I do not comprehend you look at me like, "you're just proving us right." Or is it that you don't want to comprehend on purpose? Because when they don't comprehend with you, you kind of feel crazy then you think let me just go along with it because it is not worth it for you to get ignorant with a person who has already achieved that goal. My definition of no comprehension is not listening to one who speaks carefully or not paying attention. To all of you who do not comprehend LISTEN TO A PERSON FOR WHOM THEY ARE ON THE INSIDE, AND NOT WHAT THEY APPEAR TO BE ON THE OUTSIDE.
Brittle bones crackle through the hall, as I slowly trudge to an empty bed. Outside my window dies a barren Fall, and what survives but my Winter dread? Slipping into the bitter-chilled covers? shrinking beneath 'til I'm cloaked blind.? Despising the demons who steal our lovers? like feckless butchers of the conscious mind.?? Death stares me in my jealous eyes, withholds from me his seductive knife. Does he not hear my bitter cries? Why plague me with abandoned life??
I have brothers and sisters Not by blood, by an unspoken bond Some wear leather some wear lace We all ride our bikes to and fro We are a community within a community We know what one is thinking just by a look Based on Respect ,mutual trust We live, love and laugh just like you We ride the twisted, curvy roads Wind in our face, no destination Sound of our engine, appreciating nature The smell of the grasslands We're like the indians With our own reservation We're like cowboys, who ride a horse Ours is a steel horse We protect each other And will help out anyone Funds are raised, toys for tots Breast cancer awarness A family who just lost a loved one I'm the sister who saved your daughters life I'm the brother who protected your son I'm a mother a father, a daughter a son A sister a brother, an aunt an uncle We love the same as you and yours Our family is bigger, the ties run deep So next time you see us, remember this One of us might be the one to save your life
Me Faddah, he like de ole talk, De ghost of Jumbie Bridge in he head: "Murder!" He laugh at all dem Trinis And how dey all "fraid de dead!" In Big Bertha clad from Trinidad He tink of tings back home like When de plum and de mango ripe: "Jeez-an-wrinkles!" He bol' face say How "Crapo smoke yuh pipe!" God bless my dad from Trinidad He steups so and he say "boy, Trinidad full of ba'john and ole tief! Riddled wit crime and corruption... Warahouns in charge, Good Grief!" And for all dis I sad for Trinidad Me Muddah too, she say to me "Hold strain and calm yuhself chile!" She say "son, doh be a saga boy, Doh flash and doh make style" Lest you be a cad from Trinidad Man, de whole place gone to hell And dey doh know how to fix she: All de younger generation fuhget What it mean to be a Trini - To be proud and glad in Trinidad Now dey pull out cutlass and gun If on dey tail yuh lash out and cuff! Man, dese days no-one safe at all, Trinis fed-up and had enough! How tings get so mad in Trinidad All yuh in T 'n T so blasted vex At de government and Manning: But in trute yuh still like to fete And drink and lime and ting! Den bawl bobbol bad in Trinidad It jus like back in de Canboulay When de lawless slaves run wild, Or in de dark days of rebellion And uprisin when I was a child, When tings went rad in Trinidad A pelau or buljol in yuh mout - Sorrel, a mauby, me ginger beers; Gimme pastelle and ponchecrema From Christmas to Ole Years! Dis is de taste I had of Trinidad De Spanish come, de French too; Boy, de British dey bring a queen: Dat was way back when dis island Was de jewel of de Caribbean - Before I was a wee lad in Trinidad January 2009
Warm and cuddly reads the tag of a cat A glowing eyed panther in an unpredictable area His curiousity and prayers guide him A soldier of fortune is the cat called Kitty Kitty, Kitty, Kitty Where do you hide? Kitty, Kitty, Kitty Please , come to me! He explores wherever he can. A coat of fur and sharp claws are his protection There are other cats around out there and they are very territoria indeed as are the big birds Kitty, Kitty, Kitty Where are you now? Kitty, Kitty, Kitty Please, come home!
When I was growing up I WAS a ninja turtle When I was growing up my cry could make blood curdle When I was growing up I loved race cars When I was growing up I believed in Star Wars When I was growing up I played with toys When I was growing up I kicked it with the boys When I was growing up girls had cuddies When I was growing up my fights were beauties When I was growing up I made a big mess When I was growing up I cheated on my tests When I was growing up parents were mean When I was growing up I was never very clean When I was growing up I did crazy things When I was growing up I wanted wings When I was growing up I colored in the lines When I was growing up I destroyed the blinds When I grew up I realized it was fun Now I apologize for what I have done!
If I had known how much I would Have missed her when she left, I would have thought of deaths embrace As robbery or theft. If I had known how much I would Have missed her when she died, I would have prayed dear Jesus please Take me, but I just cried. WHY DID SHE HAVE TO LEAVE ME! WHY DID SHE HAVE TO GO! WHY DID SHE HAVE TO DIE MY LORD! WHY I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW! She died so very suddenly We did not have much time, Though from the very day we met I knew she would be mine. I loved her yes with all my heart I prayed for her in life, I prayed each day she would be blessed I prayed she'd be my wife. So lovely,tender,pure and free I treasured all her love She stored up for only me This lady, was my dove. Now I am left to wonder God. Now I am left to pine. Why did she die first Lord Now when will come my time. For fifty years in marriage Our hearts did intertwine. She now has left to meet you God. So very little time.
You just came into this world cold and bleak of your father/ But you made my life mean even more ever since your sister my baby daughter/ You make life upon soul as a man out in the desert that needs water/ I'm a full-time daddy now so there is no room for my mistekes to let me faulter/ I know I ain't the best daddy in the world son but I will do my best I know alcohol can bring me down but son you just being born makes me want out this mess/ I want something better for you than me when you are ready to leave daddy's little nest/ I sometimes just sit here and watch your sweet little stomach go up and down with every breath/ You are so innocent and I am so guilty of being a sinner/ I'm working on being a saint but how can I when all I do is let alchol be my only winner/ My addiction gets thicker as my liver and kidney's continue to get thinner/ I just want to be able to support you son with clothing, a home and an every night dinner/ I love you son, I really do/ So I must help myself past these self-made lies and do what is right and true/ I'm still an alcoholic and addict in a crazy rez life game where I always seem to lose/ But with your birth I can start anew/ I got big time father responsibilities now to where it will forever affect the choices that I choose/ You my first and only son/ As of now your my only one/ I look forward to our times of hardship and the times when we have fun/ I was at a slow walking pace but because of your birth it got my mind on the run/ In LOVE you NOW and FOREVER because your My First Son.
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
Today marks seven years you had to go. Your journey here was a tough tow. To better things the other side. You've left me feeling really lost. But the memories are never tossed. Even though you're in a better place. That don't stop the tears rolling down my face. You were my buddy, my pal, my friend. Most of all you were my brother that held my hand. RIP I love you always!
For God has guided you into his Heavenly Kingdom, for it is his promise to all that Believe. And so your journey has begun! And Jesus will hold you in his Everlasting Loving arms. Poet: John J Myers Copyright ©2013 John J Myers
THE LAST VOYAGE Like a straw man, Hunted by gusts of wind (in order to outrun death), I am returning to the valley of my childhood; To see the old home one last time, To see the old walnut tree one last time, under which my mother used to read Mark Twain's wonderful stories to me. Nothing is the same anymore, everyone is dead, Apart from memories and the old walnut tree; Its old, trembling, bare branches are impatiently waiting to hug me one last time. When destiny leaves you alone in the dark; When your mother and father leave you early, all you have left are dreams, Yes, my friend, life rolls along the road of dreams, And each dream is finished soon; Just one more time, I'd like to touch the coarse face of the old walnut tree, To find a long lost tear below its tired feet. When I started on this long voyage, The night was bright, and our beautiful walnut tree cried, Yes, my friend, trees can cry too; Just one more time, I'd like to touch the old walnut tree, To cling my face against my old friend's face, Like a beloved son, To hear the happy voices of my mother and father; When your memories fade, drop down to your knees To feel how the earth loves, So your memories can find their sacred sanctuary. When they want to kill your memories, hoist your flag of dreams And keep on marching your way, like a noble soldier of freedom, Because few are the poets who are honored To finish their voyage In the place they were born. ©Walter William Safar
Fantasy is beautiful but view is more beautiful The eyes stormed with tears in my heart I am waiting forever a flower of word twilight fragrance evening felt morning struggle foliage voice waving stain cold sun reveal the pulse in here I understand from my sacred heart
I in search for treasure wander night and day ,in search for a unique border where night and day meet , and part their separate ways . there time ceases to exist where the dreams of the skies meet with the nightmares of seas there the waves grow sweet. day is born new & fresh each day again and again . there i shall find my youth day after day, and like the sun i shall bring some light to my people .
Ashley Had a Small Goat Oh, Ashley had a Small goat, Small goat, Small goat, Ashley had a Small goat, And he had a coat of white He followed her to school one day, School one day, school one day, He followed her to school one day, And drank a some water. Oh, once he ate a spinach can, Spinach can, spinach can, once he ate a spinach can, Also a line of clothes. The clothes can do no harm inside, Harm inside, harm inside, the clothes can do no harm inside, But oh! The spinach can! The can was filled with achemical, chemical , chemical chemical, The can was filled with a chemical, Which the goat thought was food He rubbed against poor Ashley's chin, Ashley's chin, Ashley's chin, He rubbed against poor Ashley's chin, His deep distress to ease. There was a flash of girl and goat, Girl and goat, girl and goat There was a flash of girl and goat And they were seen no more.. (Slowly) Ashley's soul to Heaven went, Heaven went, Heaven went, Ashley's soul to Heaven went, And Mr. Goat went there too.
christmas is about sharing,giving, and happiness, but it also about relationships, and love! I can\'t wait to spend Christmas with you, dancing all night, and when out side alone with ur hands wraped around mine, we will kiss, the snow will start to fall, and you will look in my eyes and say \' i love you\' . Like i said, Christmas is a time for caring, sharing and joy But Christmas is also a time for relationships and love, even if you spend it with just your friend!
I look in the mirror and see the years gone I can look beyond the glass out the window To the yards of my childhood I can smell the flowers and feel the grass 'neath my feet. I can hear the music blasting on the radio Mama callin' me for supper. I yearn to go back to that danged town I fought to get away and never look back, I never wanted to live there again. I guess there's a piece of me There in that little town. The town is small and so are the events You're everyone's business You can get a break and can't get away You don't even have a say You go to and from and people protest And those same people will still put you to the test I yearn to go back to that danged town I fought to get away and never look back, I never wanted to live there again. I guess there's a piece of me There in that little town. I made it to the big town K.C, Got myself a husband and a son and a place to live Settled in and made a life, got a career I swear I'll never return to my best friend Comfortable where I stand, Happy where I am I yearn to go back to that danged town I fought to get away and never look back, I never wanted to live there again. I guess there's a piece of me There in that little town. Well times are hard, And people are ruthless in this cut throat time Jobs are scarce and bills run high You never know what you'll hear at night The people are small in this big town Yeah people are small in this big town I yearn to go back to that danged town I fought to get away and never look back, I never wanted to live there again. I guess there's a piece of me There in that little town. I guess the town is small Just good ol' boys and girls havin' fun Small place, small town, small world People may talk and people may watch But the biggest thing in that small town Are the people after all. I yearn to go back to that danged town I fought to get away and never look back, I never wanted to live there again. I guess there's a piece of me There in that little town. -Heather Birdwell 9/22/2009
Today's the day When it all went down. The pain and sorrow, And the worlds big frown. It shouldn't have happened, All those innocent people, Who had to be there, Now have God as their keeper. It wasn't their time to go. I feel horrible for their families. I just want to ask you, To pray for them please. The terrorists that did this Will get what they deserve. They'll get Satan's kiss! They must be heartless To even think of this! There are people to thank Like the firemen and cops, And a lot of people gave blood. Even if it was just drops. When the towers got hit, The world thought it was an accident. No one would've guessed That it was really terrorists. So don't forget this day. Its part of our painful history. It'll be in the books. But why it happened, Will always be a mystery.
If my pen had more ink I wouldn't think of you as much I would write all my thoughts for my tears to touch If my pen had more ink I could write about your smiles And watch the paper run on for miles If my pen had more ink I would write about your voice Forcing me to listen, leaving me no choice If my pen had more ink I would send letters to heaven Asking why he chose the age of seven If my pen had more ink I would ask who and why Who likes to see a lonely father cry If my pen had more ink I could write away my sorrows Then maybe, just maybe, I would want to see tomorrow.
I was a boy not quit seventeen, I enlisted when I was sixteen… Wanting to serve my country… I had no family it was just my sister and me… My mother had died, when I was very young, new family adopted me… My sister was also adopted, by another family… As you can see, it was just my sister and me… It wasn't long before my adopted family, first my new father died then my new mother, followed him… She missed him so much, for she had a broken heart, that wouldn't mend … I went to war as a little boy, came home a man… As you see I was just sixteen… The time was at "Chaute Thierry", doing world war one… As a young man I thought we won… Standing behind a cannon as it was fired, shell casing discharging from the breach, sent hot shrapnel and pain into my foot… Sent me to hospital where I laid in pain, until they treated me, sent me home, with crippled foot, shrapnel of imbedded in my foot, as well as the pain in my foot… I've never been able NOT to work, even though I have shrapnel in my foot, walk with a limp, and have pain in my foot everyday… Now you can see, that it didn't keep me from work… Though I was wounded during war, no purple heart was given this boy a young soldier… Wasn't until my son wrote our Congressman, explaining what had happen, and what hadn't been done… Took over fifty years, but I got my purple heart, thanks to my son for what he done… I would have gone to my grave, for I wouldn't have said anything, as I hadn't for years, for I thought it was their job, to recognize what I had done… My family was proud, of what I'd done, but I feel, that they were more proud of me now… Only told my story a few times, mostly to a few close friends, and my children, for it was part of history… Now you know my story, the young soldier, just boy… By Sandra L. Hoban ©2006 This poem was written and dedicated to my father who served as an infantry soldier during World War I. This is also dedicated to all those who have served our country and was wounded or lost there life while serving, not just World War I but all wars, conflicts and military police actions.
It's been so long Since I've been home Many a year I've been on the roam As the years turned to days Days turned to years Time is an hourglass Showing ones deepest fears As I sit here In this barroom Smoking a cigarette Leave I must soon Following that, I must check out Of the mediocre hotel room Though my mind clearly sees Visions of joy from the past This hotel bill Will surely by the last Always ladies Night keep me warm Even through the most Furious storms Make my way Home once at last Not yet young son This old man's not done Please don't leave this bar For this story hasn't ended Oh no thus far All my life I have desired Some sort of reckoning For my sins Now I've finally realized I must go see my kin And a new life I may Finally begin But son please listen Realize you shall As you grow old Happiness not be bought With any amount of gold Happiness lies Within your very heart You alone Hopefully shall start Having your very own dreams Even though they may seem Unachievable, son You've just got to believe For without dreams of your own You shall bitterly become Full of hatred and greed Dreams are not money They are actions you make Dreams do not happen When you are asleep They come to you When you're beginning on your feet But you must be careful For come people are amused by Actions of deceit For one who uses trickery Are not as lucky as you They are to ashamed of themselves And their life is hell They are weak You are strong Envy they of you And in society they just don't belong Don't think I have sided With the pitiful and weak On their behalf I only speak Oh, son, I have seen More than any old king I'm even friends With Mr. BB king But never have I Been so satisfied Than when I told this story And you looked me in the eye Not many have been All the places I've seen This all was my very Very first dream I must be going now But before I do Bartender, 2 shots of José We must make a mighty salute For on your future young son We must drink
VERSE ONE: Christened as averred one Harriet Kuritsky on November 13th nineteen thirty five the youngest of four with only one brother whose exit from this world from a terminal illness she did not survive! The following emotions communicating heartfelt grief practically vanquished as like my existence turned a new leaf! A recurring abysmal grief stricken state still consumes my entire being of late these perpetual tears of sadness seem not to a-bate since the grim reaper brandished scythe signature sign of a deadlocked fate! Twas about 11:00 a.m. 2005 that third of May that our dearly beloved mother fought tooth and nail to keep death at bay (recounted by sisters who elected to remain on vigil that day) nonetheless rigor mortis upper hand brought a (supposed) painless and swift death to her diseased and emaciated riddled body gone lifeless and ashen gray! This only heir still misses his mom more than plaintive words can spell with his agonizingly pained heart and soul that rents asunder this psyche pell-mell no amount of weeping can quiet and quell! Cathartic for me to give you a posthumous ode conveyed in an easy to read poetic code to accept finality & permanent loss only retrievable from nostalgic memories identified as that childhood home and favorite abode! VERSE TWO: Her cremated ashes still remain sealed in the same nondescript box white, powdery and chalk like material devoid of any vestigial semblance to her once living and vibrant self that unique persona pulverized and vaporized (housed former svelte and tall Arthur Murray ball-room dance teacher a half century plus prior to demise which beauty, charm and grace quickly caught the attention of my father who courted and eventually proposed to this young flirt and tease of a gal) inert organic matter now represents sole residual embodiment reduced to dust and near nothingness former corporeal being of blood, bone and flesh weighing no more than a dozen hatch marks on the scale absence still bears down heavy like some millstone round the neck per the black hole void created by defeat with Grim Reaper toward this woman who helped birth and nurse me into manhood momma's only grown son still feels ripples of grievous sadness no matter the years of suppressed anger and rage in addition to emotional conflicts between us which invariably wrought unpleasant relationship and a legacy of discord writ large across the tapestry of my life!
A majestic Marine Who was always was there No other human being Could possibly compare No possible word Could ever truly describe For every mention of his name My heart and eyes fill with pride He was a United States Marine Illustrious and respected Yet he demanded none He was always there To protect his dear grandson The last few years Were Oh so agonizing to see To watch a hero that once stood so strong As solid as a tree Crumble into a powerless Helpless man Yet he fought As if on the shores of Japan No matter how steep the slope He never lost hope It's been Two years and seven days Since he passed in the fight The only thing he would have said Was "it'll be all right" Never was there a man More worthy of the stars He even had A few battle scars He fought at Iwo Jima And Guadalcanal And received the Purple Heart On the island of Guam He held so much respect For the soldiers of foot That his own role He overlooked When we converse My parents hold true retention The day I was born Daddy Joe began to spoil me with attention They said his heart Was in another dimension The most excruciating pain I have ever known Was watching my strong Marine Whittle away to the bone No possible word in diction Could ever possibly explain The gratitude I feel, to have His blood in my veins I love you Daddy Joe Semper Fidelis Written in loving memory and tribute to my grandfather Joel Allen Harris MAH
I am flesh and blood But My spirit lives in many I live in this world In your heart and soul is where My spirit lives You are a part of me As you can see I am never without you So forget me not For I surround you in spirit Where ever you may be -Family and Friends-
you gave me light, you gave me life in the American eyes, I represent my colors, i never swallow my pride, you gave me strength and a mind to remember myself, if i fight for my country, will i burn in hell, i have my gun in my holster, it will never be over, cause in the eyes of my family, i will remain a soldier, iam strong iam willing, thoughtful, and forgiving, it hurts to see your face so i use my feelings for healing, heal my woons along with my soul, i live in a world of enemies, gunshots, and terrorists that explode, i live in dream of happiness, and a family that knows ill be coming home, until then i will hide underground, ready for war in the dirt below, this is my life and the defeat i have chosen, i will keep your love in a heart that remains broken, and long lost memories that have been stolen, in my life this pattern of living has caused an explosion, TO AN AMERICAN SOLDIER RESPECT IS WHAT IT MEANS, TO AN AMERICAN FAMILY WITH A SON WITH AN AMERICAN DREAM.
The year was 1994 and it is now 2005 Time has passed and continues to pass! I can still see her lying in the hospital I can still see her sweet face Even though it was drained from the pain And of course the tears she cried! I can still see the drips through her nose I can still see the anguish in her eyes I can still see the beating of her heart as it races with sadness and regret! I can still hear the doctors talking though I don't know what they are saying Talk, Talk, Talk that's all I hear Yes, my precious sister is still fresh in my mind. Jade, precious is what you are You are never far away from my heart I keep you close, ever so close You are my precious sister and I love you! My eyes are filled with green, showing my envy My heart is filled with black, showing my lament Why lament? A state, which we should envy? Yes because precious you were and precious you are My precious sister! In my heart and mind you are Day in and day out! I long to talk to you and Tell you that I love you and Tell you that you are my precious sister Jade!
Every time I breath, I feel your arms around me; Holdin' on so tight, that it makes it almost impossible to see. The stars are dancing their own little dance, as we hear the drums Pounding in our ears. I remember we were running through the trees, Trying to reach the top, Giggling and screaming at the top of our little lungs, I wish we could go back and be Young in Love Again. I flash back to us growing up, Catching each other in long silent glances, With the same little question bugging me and you. But then there was your girl; And she adored you, then I was always blue. I remember sitting alone writing in my book, Watching you stand there cuddling her, With me longingly looking, dreaming I could be her and I kept wishing that we could go back to being Young in Love Again. Then there was the day, That long awaited day. You had left her for me, And in sweet ecstasy, you kissed me. I remember everything falling into place, Walking down the aisle to you, Standing there in black and blue; Our dreams were finally coming true And we were no longer wishing to go back 'cause We were Young in Love. But then things changed. . . One little change, we didn't expect it to come. It was the letter sent for you to go. And in my head, Was all the bad, wondering if our precious little one would survive, From all my pain From this one good-bye. . . And I remember going back to all the good, Breathing out the bad, Trying to forget the truth, that you had to go; And we were praying together, That we could go back to being Young in Love Again. And I remember. . . And you remember. . . So we remember. . . And we pray. . . That if we meet again in another place. . . We will be Young in Love Again.
A year's the happiest of mothers, flowered with fertility, for never shall there be another more endowed than she. Despite her plentiful descendants, time has never left her side. He happily remained attendant even when I cried. How fortunate, that pair of lovers bound by such a wondrous fate!-- though in their love, I had discovered that they blessed my date, for in their love, they set in stone my birth, and let it now be known, oh earth!--that I was made this day, and that I never can repay the gift they've given me.
Sometimes when our blessings Are very close and near. We decide to "throw in the towel", As if God's voice, we did not hear. Sometimes we are not far from, That answer that we had so long sought. And we wind up turning around, After a good fight we have fought. Sometimes our blessings are really, Just in front of us, slightly. And while in warfare if we are not careful, We will lose that blessing, most likely. A lot of times we have our minds detoured By obstacles that get in our way. And they will cause us much time wasted If not at all seeing that day A lack of faith, a lack of character, These are just a couple by name. Being too timid, lack of boldness, These two serve just the same. For us to have ran this race, That really has already been won. It would not bring any glory to the Master, To "ALMOST" have it done.
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Nobody's child but mine, He wasn't wanted, Except by me He was born so strong, Should have been two, Oh what a joy This child of mine, Ten tiny fingers , Ten tiny toes too, That child of Mine. He warmed my heart from that moment on, That child of mine . I lost his dad, He didn't want to know, That child of mine . He was sick , Born that way, That child of mine . Smiles and laughter that lit up a room, That child of mine . Many a worry, That sick child of mine, Yet so eager to please. A loving child.. Full of smiles, Laughter too, He was left with his tiny new brother . That child of mine, New dad and all, He was so pleased . So proud of his new baby brother. That child of mine. I just never knew, Thought he was safe that child of mine . How he snapped , His new dad At that child of mine . My joyful night, Became a mothers worst fear.. That poor child of mine, He couldn't breathe, New dad didn't cope. Love was blind, This I knew, Now I'm ashamed, I should have knew. He was only three, Battered and bruised, That poor child of mine . From top to toe, Look what he'd done to that child of mine . I know I should have let go, Be seen and heard for that child of mine.. I was so young with two kids in tow, How would I cope, I did not know. To young and afraid of being alone, I should have known . That child of mine, In sorry now, Was so naïve, It should have been done. I should have let him go, For that child of mine I loved so . Never again will I be afraid, Scared and unsure for any child of mine . Their just no excuse, He was only three, That poor child of mine . I was his mum, Should have known, What had to be done . I should have spoke out, And not been afraid . For that child of mine, I was his mum .
Blondie was the next door girl, with a sexy body that made men go wild, and like them, I fell in love without guilt inside; I had fun...not worrying about Hell. Blondie was looking for her sugar daddy, saying that wasn't wrong accepting money, gifts, clothes, expensive cars and jewelry! Blondie, pretty Blondie, with no ethics: why did you do that to yourself? Was all that a replacement for your dad? You certainly had the looks of models, and that didn't mean hope was dead! Blondie, pretty Blondie, you sneered and laughed! There's was a retired veteran down the block, you volunteered to do errands and clean his house, and he was a wealthy one, perhaps the one you sought; and making up lies you got him to give you a fortune... your baby didn't need any kind of surgery, but John fell for your trick and gave you fifty thousand dollars, he had many ships, now he's totally broken and out of luck! Blondie, pretty, Blondie, who's going to be your next sugar daddy?...No, it certainly won't be me! Blondie, pretty Blondie, get some sleep and reflect on your grave mistake... look for a normal guy who can take care of you, stop being that spoiled brat! Two detectives from the local precinct rang her bell today, and with a warrant in their hands they took her away; Blondie tried to resist arrest, and they handcuffed her against her will... she always thought of bribing authorities with enough water in her well! Wasn't she wrong...to even think of that unrealistic monstrosity? There in a cell, she can't to bend the iron bars without audacity! Blondie, pretty Blondie, you had freedom and a loving family, your mom worked hard and raised your with morals...Blondie, pretty Blondie; and with hostility, you turned against her and became an escort, joining the night ladies: snorting cocaine and picking up guys by the hundred...weren't you scared of catching Aids? Copyright (C) 20210 by Andrew Crisci
An infamous thief lived a restless life, looking out for those vigilant, shrewd cops; his crafty hands pulling out those tools out of the box, to feed that ego so imprudent: would he never be caught... when his instincts coudn't predict? Escorted to the court-room, in hand-cuffs and chains, he faces the harshest judge of the In-God-We-Trust-Country... a female judge who's fair but firm, and yet so unsympathetically angry; and she like a fearless preacher warns, " Whoever thinks has a right to steal, rob, kill or disturb the peace... must be punished accordingly to the crime! " All he wanted was an easy flow of money, dirty money without a trace of sweat; and he acted like the richest man of the county... flashing it around and feeling great! Did he ever foresee an end to that bliss, how could he not be harmed by his own mischief? In the coldest cell, he sits on the sheetless bed... frowning upon an unsuccessful scheme: if he were able to bend each bar with those hands, unlock each door and sprint to freedom... it would be the end of his loneliness and boredom; but when reality sets in, he returns to being sad! Years and many more years without a voice... he will spend writing letters to his family, missing out on holidays and birthdays... repenting of his greedy and wicked ways and allowing no other thought for escape; pain, isolation and tolerance within those walls... will teach the hardest lesson for his sake: to make good choices and overcome his misery!!
He taught me so much Of becoming a man At times our tempers And blood pressures ran But he was always there Always had my back And when I was in trouble He cut me no slack For the key to becoming A stand up guy Is to admit when you're wrong And look them in the eye Accept the consequences For each of your mistakes A lot less time and grief Honesty takes Every time I got into trouble If I lied The punishment was double But this made me a better person This made me a better man No doubt about it He was my biggest fan When I was down He was there He had honesty and integrity Now a days that is rare We have had our differences We have had our fights Man sometimes They were a real sight Always he admitted When he was in the wrong That example Made me strong No other father Was more caring But at times It was overbearing For the longest while I didn't hear a word he said Looking back I was a fool I had such a hard head We still argue With him I could always consult Now I hope he is proud Of his hard works result I made some of his hairs grey By my bone headed stunts Sometimes it seemed I was on trouble hunts In a while I will be moving Out my home His honor and character I only hope to own Someday I hope he says I raised you well For that day will come And I know his chest will swell Nothing makes a parent more proud Than their children's success For this feeling Is the highest they can express I tell my father I will make him proud For the path He has plowed Now I need To take over the reigns I will not make a living with my back Its gonna be with my brains
8 weeks. The shortest 8 weeks of my life. You were growing inside me. You knew me. You depended on me. You changed my life. Did I let you down? 8 weeks. We developed a bond. I wanted you so badly. I knew you were mine. I loved you so much for such a short time. I still love you. You heard my voice as I spoke to you. You felt my love. Was it not enough? 8 weeks. It ended. You ended. With your lose, I lost my dreams, hopes, plans- my future with you. My heart was shattered into a million zillion pieces. I lost a huge part of me. I lost my baby. Why did you have to go? 8 weeks. Others didn't understand my pain. You were so very real to me, not them. They didn't go everywhere with you. They didn't talk to you. They didn't nourish you, or love you as I had. You were mine, not theirs. Important enough to have a beating heart. Why couldn't they see? 8 weeks. 8 simple weeks turned into a lifetime of depression, questions, & uncertainty. Depressed at the thought of your future being taken away from you, from me. My lose. My child. It isn't right, not fair. So many questions to the man upstairs. Why MY baby? Why me? 8 weeks. That is all it took for such a tiny little miracle to completely transform my life. In 8 weeks I was filled with more love and happiness than I have ever known. In just 8 short weeks I discovered true, unconditional love. You showed me a glimpse of Heaven. Just 8 weeks-you changed my life.
From the moment I was born I wept. I cried out of wanting, After all to want is the first natural humane instinct. As I got older I walked through life holding open my heart to experiences even if unwillingly. My eyes remained wide as my legs carried me through twisting generations. I have laughed gaily without judgment, grieved earth shattering loss, embraced joy beyond what the motion pictures portray and loved and been loved more than any fictional character that its writer breathed life onto paper. From cradle to my destined grave I stroll on earths vast plain of emotion to take hold of life and live as if tomorrow my again body would be laid to rest. A newborn cries because it is its horn of proof that it is thriving with vitality. An elder gently sobs under breath knowing each day they inhale is another day of dying. We are born into cradling arms and are buried cancelling ourselves, From life to death we take memories we've made from cradle to grave. Nothing is more precious, needed and wanted to either groups young r old than a life fully lived before the final chapter is read. Birth to twelve is layered in childhood innocents. Becoming a teen is our first presumable milestone and we assume ourselves to be made of granite like Galatea. Throughout our twenties our lips taste first loves even lust but gracefully as we age our minds and souls carry us home making a place to rest out weary bodies, a place to rest with growing families. Children come wrapped in beautiful ribbons and we grow old. Wrinkles come, inevitably dependency goes then we parish to our coffins made by younger, sometimes older hands. But even after we rest under feet of blackened tear filled soil we live, To be born again or to be swept away by Gods gentle voice no one person can say. But we live and breath, inhale life though our lungs from cradle to the grave. "Sorry for not capitalizing, hope that fixed it! Please keep commenting :) Much love, Whit."
My country pride runs deep within, some understand it, others don't want to. A rebel flag, a Dale Earnhardt shirt, and a cold one at the end of the day. That is country.. Ridin on your pappy's tractor while on his knee as he chewed tobacco and told stories of the war. Grammy's in the kitchen bakin pies and making lemonade. That is country.. A nascar race in Charlotte, a hunting season with buddies that followed you into the army. A moonshine til or your first date in daddy's car with your high school sweetheart. Catchin fireflies in a jar and rockin on the back porch listenin to grand pappy's stories of when he was young. And alwazys rememberin where you are from. That is country...
As inhuman as a man's heart seems... hidden inside is a tender side: a beautiful side seldom seen by others; and that fear of being sensitive is a real hurdle for those men sworn in pride, but manly qualities are judged by his deeds... A woman's perception of the common man is that he is lives in an unintentional masquerede, to hide the sweetness he won't manifest; and this unconformity won't let his beauty be capturated by intense emotions of masculinity... will he break the myth and be appreciated? I have struggled with it indefinitely and embraced this stereotype unsympathetically, why are we supposed to be so uncaring and invulnerable, and outgrow our own resistance and be so invincible; have we realized that disharmony, indignation and frustration are not truly noble? As inhuman as a man's heart seems, many sacrifice love for an unexplanable cause... putting vanity before human compassion: without guilt, regard and trepidation; have we become so stubbornly persistent... to lose all self-direction and prospective?
Risk risk for anything. The other opinions act you on the earth yourself To face the truth. I've learned to take time for myself and with a great deal and love. And I cause inspect like me. I think learn to laugh at yours triodes and never you'll run out of things to laugh at loses one many laughs by not laughing at you a place won't the sun you're got to put plasters. By: Zara Elizabeth lane
There`s a little girl playing in the sand Her name is Kayla she got a great tan. She only been here four short years a little girl we hold so dear. She comes in the house asks "when do we eat?" gets herself a box of juice to drink Hey little Kayla where you go? How tall did you grow? Hey kayla I remember when you were young playing with your toys outside in the sun. there`s a little girl Kayla is her name into my life she came. Kayla plays with her children now in the sand. two little children with beautiful tans. one child asks "can I have something to drink?" Kayla gives her a box of juice to drink.
...I can't explain the secure feeling when you hold me and sleep I can promise that I love you ~ I can promise I won't creep I can't explain why you take over my heart You had me in the beginning ~ at the very start I can't show you that I love you, as much as I do I can promise you one thing though, what I speak is true I can't explain the amazement ~ when you catch me in a stare I can't explain to you how much it means just to know you care I don't know why I know know my babies will be yours I can't thank you enough, to fix my heart when it was torn I can't explain to you how much you mean Sometimes I take a step back and wonder, "am I in a dream?" To hold you close to me at night please know I want you to teach me to love you even more ~ please show I want to spend the rest of my life with you Please believe me when I say this, for it is 100% true I miss you even when your down a hall I hear random whistles and I look for your call For my father to love you, as he says he does It means so, so, much to me ~ it always was I can't explain the impact you have on my big heart Your everlasting love pierced through my world like a dart The love poison you poisoned me with will show But for now all I can say is that I love you ~ just so you know
Wake up with a dream on your eyes left with the hearts that bid you Goodbye Shadow Dreamer-- Poisoned Lover Venom seeps through the Way The Way you held on to Me There's a Thorn in your Heart I left it there so the dreams and your pain shall unfold Inside you and all of your Lithium Lovers You're my lover, My Dear The Greatest Enemy I had to Contend pretending with "I Love You" but I know you Hate me till Hell's End Is it in Vain? You Sleep with the hate How can you dodge the fate? You let the Dagger dance on your Tongue You are my beloved Enemy Marie
320 has a great bunch working there They show a lot pride they really care I personally don't consider any of this work, to me it's all fun Sweat already pouring from the Warehouse heat and the morning sun Daine and Nathaniel welcome to a great team We cover one another on tasks in Warehouse 317 We have the mother of all mothers coming our way soon Enough fun coming to make you wanna bark at the moon I am looking forward to the thirty thousand guests So let's wipe the sweat from our brows and make it look effortless Monique is going to miss out on this great adventure, Zena is now the one caught in between Local Purchase stop pulling your hair out, what a great place called Warehouse 317 There is Hezakiah handling the turn ins He has to be careful and watch the NSN's Glen handles the Turretts and parts to the shops Without Wonda and Michael, the production stops Gabrielle is the Goddess of the Hazmat Shipping is now on cruise control with Doug there, but we all wear so many different hats Jerry is the main director of this sometimes circus scene Under our wonderful big top at Warehouse 317 A manager is only as good as her or his people allow them to be I am thankful for all who I work with and my extended family I love where I work and I am so happy to come there every day All this fun and very good pay DRMO is handled by Elsa and Fred This is where all the useless parts are sent The Carpenter Shop has Jason That is where they do the packaging and craten' Tom runs the show at Container Ops David is in charge of the Turrett Shop The mechanics have the vehicles coming in and going out at a tremendous rate The Shop Clerks keep the ordering and parts requirements up to date Vehicles to be shipped, Motor Pool is on the scene But it all starts at my favorite place, Warehouse 317 I am sorry if I missed anyone such as Tammy at Safety, or Miss Lilly at PBO Overall the operations are under the direction of Rick and Joe The Front Office Personnel answer the phone Without them, there would be nobody home The shipboard stuff handled by Wholesale Shop's parts handled by Retail I personally want to thank everyone for all they do This place could not do what it does without me or you So I am not trying to be rude or mean But I must end the saga now, come visit us at Warehouse 317
Why the warmth in your skin Brightens my world from dim I do not know why I do not know why for only you I'd die I can't explain the kisses from your lips I definitely can identify your familiar grasp around my hips I can't explain why you melt my heart I can't explain to you why it hurts when we're apart I can explain your sight and your seducing baby blue eyes I can't explain why you make me feel safe when you tower over me in size I can truly tell you why you qualify for my love But I can't explain to you why you were sent just for me from above I can feel your arms tight around me I can't explain why for you I trust to help me see I can't explain the butterflies fluttering deep inside And I can't explain why I am the one who can break your pride I can explain the feeling when you touch me I can't explain why only for you I choose to see I can't explain the deep palpitations inside every beat I can't explain why just for you, I chose to reserve a seat I can't explain the short breaths when I see your face But I can pinpoint exactly your lips and the sweet taste I can't explain why you want to be a dad But I also can't explain the random reasons why I get mad I can definitely explain to you the bleeding in my soul But I can't explain to you why my life has taken a toll I can't explain in words why I love you so much All I can say is, "I love you," and such and such I can't explain with all the money in the world why I love you so But here's a bold, "I LOVE YOU," on paper ~ so you know I can't explain to you how somehow I get lost in your eyes But I also can't explain why God randomly granted me this prize I can tell you that I love you ~ I can tell you that I care I can also tell you I need you ~ and I promise I'll be there...
Where's my mommy? Where'd daddy go? Older sister says she's nobody's daughter. Loveless lament as I realize I never had parents. In our lives, no arch angels or saving souls were sent. I hold my sister as in pretense she tells us no harm was ever meant. But sociopath mother and murderer father must be held responsible. Forever gone in a loveless void, their sins are irreconcilable! As the strangers take us away from the past I look towards the shining sun. And I yearn to forget my mother's blood and my father's smile as he guiltlessly grasped his gun. They've destroyed themselves and left behind a distraught daughter and solemn son.
Mountain tops, ice and cold the eagle flys for his or her young, Honey to the bee, at the top of tree, WE in America feel that our Soldiers are our song Bird of ocean land and sea, and may you realize that we love the Doves of the red white and blue skys High our Gaints in our hearts, it will be warm even on the icly cold nights in America when one at a time come home, to rest their head on the green green grass of home, even on the coldest of times on our shores Hail to thee our soldiers Hail to thee in God we trust to see you again,
Red Lady,delight, Lady beautiful of heart, Blue Lady of America, give her your meek, your poor, sick, isn't that what President Nixon said, to world about his mother his mentor, his Country, May I, Mrs, Nixon write about your son and family to honor us a time of great adversity in America we and God need you once again, Four score the seven years, seven days he feed us look what they say about him. May we give you a Mother 's day card from America, America 2007 and his last request in office is being granted for Liberty and Justice for all even The first Lady Presidents family of USofA
FOR MY CHILDREN I wept today For I changed everything My heart tore Be it as it may No faerie tale No happy ending I wept today For, I realised the true cost How I changed everything All that I lost I couldn't see it your way I wept today For, I cannot take it back For my children I agonized about it all What can they say? I wept today That once, what it was Is unrecoverable Forever lost I wept today For I changed everything In one morning For my children Who lost it all In one day
A man's man, He'd been in the war, saw many places not seen before. Liked to work with His hands, smoked a pipe and came from France. Raced His horse on Sunday, and used it to plow on Monday. Liked to wear suits and hats, but didn't like the neighbors cats. He had built the first bus, so school wouldn't be missed. Made Me a toy barn when I was 3, came to all My birthdays, just for Me ! Taught Me to work very hard, didn't like people who turned to lard. Stuck up for Me when I was a kid, cared a lot when nobody did ! Had worked for the railroad, up in Ashland where it's very cold. Showed Me how to work with wood and told Me how to dance with girls good. Kept his car shiny and bright, at 20 years old, it was a beautiful site. He showed Me respect... and told my studies not to neglect. Loved Grace his wife, and was with Her for life. Helped to make Me a man, and to be all that I can ! By Perri R. Voge for My GrandPa Voge, I miss him.
I want to write This time of that cold night when I heard my mother cry When I saw her lie Flat on her belly Her back bare and scaly Her eyes swollen Her right stolen By one she called husband. I saw the tears I saw her fears she sobbed between the whips she tightly bit her lips And tightened her hips to swallow the pain just for her stay. I want to write this time of that night that night without stars when I saw the scars On her back the scars stuck made a permanent mark on her back. I want to write I want to write This time of my mother write her as a victim tortured by male chauvinism. write her as a strong woman Who challenged the stress of a man Mama who raised us built us Made us. so rise mama and shine All will be fine Mama rise and shine All will be fine RISE MAMA AND SHINE. All will be fine.
There Are Sounds of Ancient Thunders There Are Sounds of Ancient Drummers Calling … Brave Warriors Gladiators and Warriors And They're Marching To The Cadence of Their Hearts' Pounding Marching, To The Cadence of The World's Rage Resounding They're Going By The Beat of Their Heart's Pumping By The Steady Flow of Blood and Bloodlust, Tells Me Somethin' … Warriors … Courageous Warriors … Chorus: But, We've Seen These Men, Playing With Their Children We've Seen These Sons and Their Laughter, I'm Hearing We've Seen These Men, Loving Their Babies And Tenderly Holding and Kissing Their Ladies … Warriors … Courageous Warriors … 2nd Chorus: Oh Lord, Please Stop These Warriors' Battle Cry And The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Mothers and Wives The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Little Ones' Eyes The Battle Cry, Coming From Warriors … When They Die … Warriors … Courageous Warriors … Sticks and Stones, Swords, Arrows and Bombs Lances, Knives, Hand to Hand Combat, Napalm God Almighty, Oh, Thy Kingdom Come Please Rescue Us, From The Kingdom of The Gun … And Prophecy Is Marching – Listen, All Who Arms Bear Warriors, Must Beat War Weapons Into Plowshares ( Isa. 2: 4 ) And When War, Is No More, Then We Will Hear All Warriors' Battle Cry, Will Be An Amen Cheer ! … Gentle Warriors … Peace-Loving, Warriors … 2nd Chorus: Oh Lord, Please Stop These Warriors' Battle Cry And The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Mothers and Wives The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Little Ones' Eyes The Battle Cry, Coming From A Warrior's … Last ' Why ? ' … Warriors … Courageous Warriors … How Can Flesh and Blood, Mortal-Men, Be So Fearless, I Wonder Are They Strengthened By Duty, Love and Honor Facing Danger, Death and Being Torn Asunder Sacrificing All, As A Fallen Soldier … … Warrior … Courageous Warrior …
We look at what we have this hour of the day, But where will we be when come what may. The emblems on the hats and the money for the shoes, The important pocked tronics Are these your going tools? Over priced jeans that are quoted by name, The fancy cars bought low. Looking at times like the best there is but, Lowly thinking even though. I ask you now with all that you have, "Is your happiness really there? If these things are really going to take you, Can you tell me when and where?" We have spoiled the child, spared the rod, And forgot about, "IN THE BEGINNING GOD…" Boys wanting to know how many babies that can make, Instead of getting a job for the first one's sake. Little girls having boys and watching them rebel, While thinking that is cute the mother's aiming them toward HELL. We have not allowed love to come in but, Lust has had free course. The children that are now coming into the world, Feel all except remorse. Is your fate in the clothes that are on your back? Is your strength in the drug that we know as crack? Are you scaled by the shoes that are on your feet? Or governed by equipment that is found out in the streets? You see the Lord has a plan and He knows where you should be But it's up to you to seek your "DESTINY". Into what are you getting and where are you going, In whom are you believing and why are you doing. Everything else is temporal and all is fading away. Except you find your life in Christ Jesus and, Be ready for that great day. This very second as you read these words, chaos is in society, And even though the LORD ALMIGHTY is still in control, WHERE IS YOUR DESTINY?
He was six years old at his dying mother's side. Only when she slept he broke down and cried. He had to hide his fears of what was to be. How scared he was, mama didn't need to see. Mama had been sick going on three years now. She knew she must help him make it through some how. With her strength fading she called him to her side. "If life is a carnival son, I'm at my last ride." "I have something to tell you, to remember for all times." "You are all each other will have in the coming hard times." "Just hold each other close and remember my love for you." "It will help to ease the pain, it will help to see you through." The day came when his Mama had to go. He had so many questions, so much he wanted to know. "Why did Mama have to die?" "Who's gonna bake the Christmas pie?" "Who will comfort me when I cry?" "Are you gonna die?" I squatted down in front of him a tear in my eye. "An unfortunate part of life, son, is each of us will die." He'd caught me off guard, I didn't know what to say. I hoped he understood. I hoped... and I prayed. I took him in my arms and held him oh so tight. I told him that I loved him and that everything would be all right. "Mama's in heaven now she's looking down on you and me." "She's with us in our hearts where forever she will be." "She sees you when you're crying she sees you when you're playing." "She knows what you're thinking she knows what you're saying." "She sees into your heart and knows how much you love her." "So let's have happy thoughts of Mama and the time we had together." The days have turned to weeks, the weeks to months and years. Our thoughts of Mama are happy, they hold away the fears. She still fills our hearts with memories. Memories of her love. Memories of Mama sent down from heaven above.
If you could read my mind you'd know that I'd never talk And if I could stretch a mile you'd know that I'd never walk But I've got to get up to go to work to my nine to five To keep the pace in this rat race I have to survive But this minimum wage pay will never help me out Lord So I need more cause I want more than I can afford (Channel) Cause all my friends are driving Benz's and wearing expensive clothes With bigger houses and finer foods so this is my status in quo I've got beer money, I've got wine taste Can you see it in my eyes, its written on my face Give me this, give me that and I don't want to wait But I've got beer money, I've got wine taste And uh~ beer money, and uh~ wine taste Always make me wanna haste but that leads to waste So I'm praying for some patience and little more grace With my~ beer money and my~ wine taste (Chorus) But my money and my patience's short, the line is long And when things start looking right in life what's left is wrong I need extra strength this and I need fast relief that Someone call western union hurry cause I need some cash To pay my debts and all my bills, I'm planning to buy a lot Because I'm always wanting something that I just don't got (Channel) Cause all my friends are driving Benz's and wearing expensive clothes With bigger houses and finer foods so this is my status in quo I've got beer money, I've got wine taste Can you see it in my eyes, its written on my face Give me this, give me that and I don't want to wait But I've got beer money, I've got wine taste And uh~ beer money, and uh~ wine taste Always make me wanna haste but that leads to waste So I'm praying for some patience and little more grace With my~ beer money and my~ wine taste (Chorus) (Bridge) I need designer hats and jeans, A limousine on the scene To keep up with the Jones; I need some precious stones. I want to be in the spotlight In restaurants day and night With the means to these ends nonstop; I wanna be filthy rich so I can shop. (Chorus)
We're at the seasons' end I won't suffice to their Judgement for We can overcome I'm sorry I couldnt always be what you wanted me to be, My dear Marie But this is my covenant to thee We were born from the same flame you and I Without a shame we can discard the pain compared to our love it is just disdain The passion can not fly away My dear sweet marie This is my covenant to thee You're my escape when i need flee to The other side of the sea My single belief, my dear marie The passion of you and me flies away With the keeper of the bees Nightingales sleep and dream of our Starcossed beams, my sweet marie, It was meant to be This is my covenant to thee
We don't mesh Since we've been one flesh We're never on good terms for long As a matter of fact One misheard word or act Makes us conclude everything's wrong And we don't click Like the stones and sticks That we've gathered from far and near They've all been used Now that we're battered and bruised Where do we go from here...? Why do we settle down To settle for less or save face By not waiting for true happiness? Why do we put on a show And act funny with each other, Yet neither of us is laughing yet? And why do we get confident Seeing our strength and beauty, Finally, from the words of a stranger? And why do we stay together While pushing ourselves apart? Without mutual love we're in danger. (Excerpts from the song Where Do We Go From Here?)
Have a merry Christmas And a happy New Year May this very Christmas Be filled with holiday cheer Let everyday be Christmas For the rest of the year And have a merry Christmas Filled with holiday cheer (Chorus) To all of those we know, to all of those we love To those we have seen grow and like to kiss and hug To our new family members and old familiar friends Attached to the presents, written in the cards we send Season's greetings and warm wishes with so much care And good tidings of great joy I bring in this little prayer (Chorus) To all those you'll see and to those who'll pass by you To all those you'll meet and to those you'll say "Hi" to Acquaintances and strangers, the homeless and shut in Remember them like family and treat them like your friends Give them season's greetings, warm wishes with so much care And gold tidings of great joy bring to them in this little prayer But do not let it end, live a life of love and cheer In and out of season share it in the New Year (Chorus)
For the bounty of the earth Come Ye thankful people come For it is Autumn And the leaves are coming down Run run sweet John Barley Corn Let's play ring around the pumpkin As the harvest moon shines On the jingle jangle scarecrow For I'am just a little acorn Bounded for another harvest home As the wind shakes the barley Like a slow Thanksgiving waltz For our farmers sets the table To a wondrous haymakers hoedown For we bid ado to a Shokan's fairwell And now thank we to all our God Happy Harvest Time To All Love Kathy And Jenny May God Be With You Just Another Song Working On LOL Let Me Know What Ya Think Please
Hope you can see us from high above. Help us be strong and brave forever no matter. Be with us always in every which way you can in your kindness. I will always find your light and keep it in my young heart in my best way possible. You left us for a reason and we love you in our hearts. You saved my life to give yours away which l'll never forget. It breaks my heart in tears terribly. Your star will follow me everywhere to guide me in good and bad times. Your in presence when were in pain and in happiness. Lead us where we will be safe like the star you carry for each of us. Let us accept who we are and why were on this earth. Let your angels carry us where you are so peaceful when our time arrives. My Prayer, Your Prayer, Our Prayers Forever in our hearts. With love always, Your niece, your family.
Every person can see it is raining, yet only I know why. It's because my mother can see us now and the rain is the tears she must cry. What a disappointment all of us survivors must now be. I know at least a dozen of those tears are reserved just for me. I've lost all will to do well without her to look at me with pride. From her heavenly stance she sees all leaving my mistakes no where to hide. Her husband has given up, relinquished all they worked so hard to maintain. I know she wants him to pull together do well despite his pain. My sister is now reckless traveling downward with an influential pack. My mother must be wondering how so much common sense she does lack. So while others are seeing merely raindrops falling down today. I can tell where they are coming from, know exactly what they say. And each teardrop of rain holds merit has every reason to be. For the woman who worked so hard to hold us close now can finally see. Without her we are all failures giving no heed to her time spent. All her teachings and life work left with her when she went.
Go to the ant and learn (2x's) Go to the ant, ant, ant Go to the ant and learn- (Chorus) She digs her house down deep She builds her house up high And though she has no king Her armies stay alive In the summer she will reap For the coming winter sky She gathers everything Her colonies survive (Chorus) Consider all her ways She's small but she expects Her people stay as one And she is strong and wise So number all your days Prepare for what comes next And til everything is done Let no sleep tempt your eyes Go to the ant, ant, ant (3x's) Go to the ant (Chorus)
Their true brothers, Who stand tall, In this world alone . Nobody has known, How the stood, Side by side . A bond so true They've brought joy to my heart, Yet many a worrying day . Their so alike, In so many different ways . The joys they've brought me, Remains in my heart. Till my dying day. Their my sons, My life my world . A love so strong, Only a mother knows. The true pride and joy, From there silent love . From Her sons alone. A true mother knows
At one time I was the apple of his eye But in a moment in the hospital he lie I just 6, entered, and could only cry He had changed so much since the last time Twilight was calling his name Mine being the same Yet, I didn't know what to say He turned his head a tear in his eye And chuckled to choke back his cry "Tears are for the Dead" he replied And he turned his head back with no more word to speak His words and actions were the last I would know Till his funeral where the cries did grow He left me with a legacy I didn't quite understand Still I tried to live by it as best I could plan Everyday a new meaning comes to hand That life is meant for the living and crying for the end. When twilight is calling and I am on my death bed I will laugh and with a tear in my eye, chuckle and turn my head Laughter is for the living, crying is for the dead
Let me tell you a story when i was barely five my father went and left us with just a faint goodbye. Told me to my face he didn't care how i felt It was all about him now so forget anyone else. He was leaving us for another woman and kid Like we wern't good enough for the life that we lived. And time again like the flow of the winds I blamed myself for all this and how it came to an end. But why dad? Why leave? What did we do to? Break our hearts to the point we can't breathe. But why dad? Was it something i said? Why are you gone? So many unsaid feelings that never will get said. And as the years went by he barely knew me growing up My school, my grades, dislikes, award shows, never showed up. At the court hearing you didn't even fight for me Now you wonder why i have these devistated tendencies? And how you made snide comments about my life Never understood me did you even if you tried with all your might. And the knife you used still resides inside my chest And every now and then you turn it a never ending rest. But why dad? Why leave? What did we do to? Break our hearts to the point we can't breathe. But why dad? Was it something i said? Why are you gone? So many unsaid feelings that never will get said. Days when i was on the playground i cursed the other kids because there dad's were around. Now i know it wasn't there fault you turned out the way you did, it's just now that i found. That really all the tears and time i spent on you And all the pain and heart ache that you put us through Would i be the person i am now if you were here? Or would i be just like you and would not care? And when you die i dream of it An empty church and now worshippers reside in it I bet you'd finally get that blow to your ego dad Knowing nobody tried hard to be there that bad. And when they lay you to rest and put the tombstone down the only thing we'll share is the last name that's on the cold dark ground. Just remember it was your choice not to know me And now that im a father i thank god That i learned not to be you but to be me. But why dad? Why leave? What did we do to? Break our hearts to the point we can't breathe. But why dad? Was it something i said? Why are you gone? So many unsaid feelings that never will get said. But why dad? Why go?
Everything is jolly As we string the walls {with lights} And frolic in the snow Everything is jolly As we deck the halls {tonight} With holly and mistletoe (Chorus) Oh, out in the snow Along the sides of our little house As the winter sun glowed I put up the lights with my spouse Then she said, "There he goes" As I climbed to the top of the tree To cut the mistletoe She gathered it and sung along with me (Chorus) Oh, out in the snow Along the sides of our little house As the noon sun glowed We trimmed the holly to make boughs Then we took some old clothes And put them on our frosty man She laughed and began to throw Balls of snow and around the yard she ran As I gave chase We fell with sweet expressions In that place Made two angel impressions Then hand in hand We kissed like happy Eskimos Then from this winter wonderland We went inside to warm our toes (Chorus) Oh, under the mistletoe Surrounded by holly in our little house As the Christmas tree glowed I sat at the table with my child and spouse With a centerpiece, a rose We thanked the Reason for the Season above For food, shelter and clothes Because better is a little than a lot without love Dedicated to Chrissy
There's a little bit of St. Nicholas in all of us… Most of us will never ride on a flying sled Led by nine reindeer, one with a "nose so red" And most of us will never go all around the world In just one night with gifts for every boy and girl But we all want this time of year to be A happy holiday for little ones to see There's a little bit of St. Nicholas In all of us each year And it's all because we are Santa Claus To all we hold so dear So in the Spirit of Christmas love Let us share this season's cheer With everyone like a newborn Son In the Nick of time this year (Chorus) Most of us may never jingle bells dressed in red For spare change so others can be sheltered, clothed and fed And most of us may never visit the needy overseas Or spend hours with our neighbors or the least of these But let's give to those who ask and show charity To the poor and lonely, and the young and old that be Without necessities of life within longings of love So they will believe in what they're dreaming of And receive what they need and more than enough So that they too can be a little like St. Nicholas (Chorus)
From his home-made wooden rocker my dad beckoned with his hand, as his wasting frame would not allow the dying man to stand and he handed me two buttons, that were worn and on a chain, then he whispered of their origins while grimacing with pain. "These two buttons were my father's lad and from a prison shirt that dad wore because he'd beat a man who'd treated him like dirt. He was placed in solitary and that added to his shame, so to stay sane in that darkness … well he played this little game. "He would throw those two white buttons in the black void of that room and he'd search until he found them in his quest to beat the gloom. Yes he'd throw those two white buttons and they kept the poor man sane, till they finally released him and my dad came home again. "When I met your darling mother son I felt right from the start that this girl was something special and I knew deep in my heart that we'd marry and have family and son the dream came true, but it broke me when I lost her, after she gave birth to you. "Though I had you to remember her, I nearly lost my mind and I'd ask God in my darkened room why was life so unkind. But my dad came to the rescue and placed in my hand one day two white buttons and revealed to me a game he used to play. "Yes I'd throw those two white buttons in the black void of that room and I'd search until I found them in my quest to beat the gloom. Yes I'd throw those two white buttons and they somehow kept me sane till I found a little peace of mind and was your dad again. "Still we've shared a lot of years since then and son you're now a man and I know you love your family and do the best you can. I do not have much to leave you just these worn out buttons lad and the knowledge that I loved you and was proud to be your dad." Then his hand slumped off the rocker and dad's spirit left that night and him lying there and free of pain was such a peaceful sight. Though at night I'd sit there in the dark, depressed and feeling blue, till I took to throwing buttons, just like my dad used to do. Yes I'd throw those two white buttons in the black void of that room and I'd search until I found them in my quest to beat the gloom. Yes I'd throw those two white buttons and they somehow kept me sane and I thanked my dad and grandpa for those buttons on that chain.
We could have been the perfect pair, love openly without a care; secrets, not lies, made me more aware and sad! You were already committed to someone else, had kids and a handsome husband within your reach; the only missing link was someone with crafted hands... someone who could make you dream! The agony of my regret is something I could never forget; look at you: you are happy, and don't need me to take you to the fartest star, because you've everything... and I have nothing! The agony of my regret hurts in many ways, and will follow me through my blue nights: when I stare at the dimmest stars too distant for me to be reached... wishing it was you I touched! We could have loved a lifetime, make everything easy and wonderful...paint our rainbows with beautiful colors; lie beneath the most peaceful skies, interweave ourselves in warm embraces and forever dream in a meadow of daises!
A criminal mind is a critical accusation A jared passion is an amintined arguement A mad-man is a crutial saddness A blind man is unseen pain A def man is a unheared voice A cripppled man is angery in full of selfishness A plauged man is selfless sufferee and greedy A guilty man is shamed in driven An innocent man is envius in lost A darkman is suculante in mercy A light man is devius in his ways The moon has no equal The sun has no rights
I gave you all of me hoping you'd follow me I told you my past hoping healing would be fast I shared dreams with you hoping you dreamed them too I let you see my tears hoping you'd wipe them for years I left behind people and things hoping you'd be my everything I shared my music with you hoping you'd feel it too I took steps backward for you hoping wild life would be through I became your wife hoping you'd give me life I gave you the world hoping you'd cherish your lil girl
Our son asked can a friend stay over He just moved here from dover The friend says tonight's Friday, usually we have pig's innards He says my name is Cleetus Billy Joe Jim Bob Jones, after he stutters out his name, it's time for dinner But you can call me Bubba, he seems very polite I pray no nightmares as Bubba spends the night I tell him we are having Makerel Cakes and Mac and Cheese He says I will take four cakes and two helpings if you please Boy you sure do have an appetite I tell my son our budget won't allow Bubba to ever again spend the night Soon dinner is over and Bubba still wants to eat I grab a funnel and melted bacon fat and tell him to have a seat He says we eat fatback soup sometimes on a weekday He tells me the doctor tells his whole family, that sometime their arteries will turn to clay bubba says I don't eat for calories, I eat for taste I tell Bubba, if you keep eating like that you will become hazardous waste He laughs and cheers in delight This all happened when Cleetus Billy Joe Jim Bob Jones spent the night At 2 am he asks for a snack I give him a sleeve of Ritz crackers and a pound of Monterey Jack I hand him a jar of Grey Puopon He says after I eat this, there may be trouble in your john He smiles and asks for a Diet Coke I try to watch my health, I don't drink or smoke Eight more hours, then our budget will be alright He asks when is the next time I can spend the night
My Baby Boy! Dedicated to my Grandson, Aidan One evening in October I was introduce to a new baby boy. To my dismay I fell in loved instantly I really never knew love quite like this in my life But in a breath of a moment he touch my heart and it was a feeling that was out of sight. My heart leaped with joy-My tears I could no longer hold back for the sight of this new grandson brought me back to life. This Adorable little man is called my baby boy, the one I love, cherish, and truly enjoy! With is beautiful Blue Eyes, I grow weak His powerful ooohhh's and cooo's are like music to my ears. His beautiful smile put me in a trance He even know how to shift my gears Knowing he has me twisted around his finger He is still my little man, he is my Baby Boy! 01/27/08 Alberta J Terry Copyright ©2008 Alberta J Terry
Your blue eyes They stand out amongst so many Leading me down the path to your true self Will you let me in To search for the real you Listen to the secrets that you dare not tell a soul Would you let me in Trying to figure you out To really understand who you are Learn all those little quirks and all You know, Those little things that everyone does That we just keep to ourselves Are you ready to expose All these little untold covert experiences Attempt to let me in You have kept to yourself For way too long And now it's time For you to unleash your feelings And your thoughts To someone that you know you can trust What is said amongst two lovers Should be universally known Not to share with another If they just wanted to tell anyone Then there would not be That connection Or that satisfaction When they finally tell you Everything
This internal conflict I cannot fight This is not black and white This unreasoned spite I cannot get through I have tried This message lost too, lost in the deep wide Two forces collide, the pieces scattered far and wide Years to track down what mattered This restless angry sea throws its might at me Waves of emotion Seething ocean What can I repair? This loss of tranquillity It is so unfair! Am I losing my sensibility? Is this damage done? Have I lost a son? Has the restless angry sea won? The lost message, floating on angry restless sea It must be me The things I might have done, to make me think Before I sink Before my son I cannot get through He won't let me too Rising sea, beating its waves on me This storm must stop I am ready to drop Seething sea, throwing its'self at me Waves of emotion Restless ocean This conflict I cannot fight, peace is a right This restless angry sea, upon storm tossed message that is me
Night's so dark and day's do gray As I close my eyes and try to visulize the last time I seen Your Face I think to myself that no one will ever take your place and that you can never be replaced Night's so dark and day's so gloomy I set here asuming that you will return But knowing I my mind that you are gon and you are never coming home I makes me sad Night's so dark and day's so gloomy The thought of you not be here just sends cold chills right through me Night's so dark and day's so gray I really wish that you had never went away
Alone.... I think we have all felt this I await, await here alone only wishing to hear the whispers of your oh so subtle firm but gentle voice, Something happened that took that all away, I had always figured it would be a blond with a super model shape. Only now I wish that was the case, HOW could you leave me alone....We all feel pain, hate, pity, sorrow, anger, lust, greed, greaf, and loneliness. How ironic that you leaving this place as the tears role down my pale cheeks that now I am truly alone. Aren't we all Alone, we struggle to become one and fit in, and fight for individuality, but inside are we all empty, depressed, horrifying, guilty, morbid, sad Alone...
Thank you father for another day that has passed Thank you for the life,health,and strength That you've blessed me with. Thank you for all of your great love and forgiveness help me to be the person you planned for me to be when you created me. I will both lay me down in peace and sleep for thou lord only make me sleep and dwell in safety. Thank you for my family and friends,thank for all of the days or years you've appointed for me. Thank you for you constant guidance and ordering my steps even when I mess things up for myself too often. thank you for all the doors that you have opened for me and my whole family the ones i know and the ones I've never met thank you for protection in known and unknown dangers in the land of the living. .
The deer is a warm and fresh road kill Will go good with the moonshine from your still That red neck life style you will always have Red Necks don't have to have a reason to be mad You feel that on taxes you always get screwed Hunting animals doesn't take a mood Not accepting others for who they are Gas guzzling huntin' trucks, there are no cars Your baby never given a passy Just a hunk of tobbacky You spit your tobbacky juice in a mason jar Fertilize the grass, so you empty it in the yard A bathroom is where you make it In the bed of your truck, you and your old lady got caught naked You brag to the Reds at work about your latest run in with the cops A few beers later, it's time to raid the Goodwill box As a bona fide Red Neck it is your life's mission To pass these quality traits to your son, it's a tradition Red Necks in the south are a dime a dozen Most marry their next of kin, usually their cousins Support your local Red Neck, the bumper sticker reads It fine print it's local chapter 233 In the parking lot outside your favorite bar Friday night puking, too much PBR Saturday morning fatback and beans Coats the stomach, now you can drink I cannot criticize Red Necks for living this way What is normal in society these days
Friends for Eternity To my wonderful son, Christopher, and my precious daughter-in-law, Amy They say that friends may come and go But there is one thing I know You're my friend for eternity Because God promised me so! You've showed me how true friendship must be Oh, how we laugh, sing, and dance But one thing is for certain, you see I will never forget your warm gentle glance! You have been my encouragement, life, dream, and hope When I've been sick, sad, and alone I could always look to you with a single ray of glow I'll never forget what you've showed. Because friends may come and go But the one thing I know for a certainty You're my friend for eternity Because God promised me so! Friends for eternity! Alberta Terry Copyright ©2008 AlbertaTerry Has been published. 01/16/2000
They are sister and brother, Yet not quite the norm, Suzie wants her doll, And she'll keep ranting long and loud, Sometimes flying off the track, Violence can erupt, No way tp figure out, how and when, She's a terror to handle, This autistic child, Seems only Rosie can do that, the woman I love.. Tender words she does use. Only my Rosie can calm her, This poor lost troubled child, Then there's Mikey, Perhaps more peacful is he, Just rocking back and forth, Rocking so endlessly.... Maybe he's happy, in his own world, At other times he can become more active, And then the pain shows for all to see. There are many others, in this clan, so seemingly cursed, Deep, dark secrets of childhood sexual abuse, By peripherial relatives dealing with their own phsychotic demons, And, as almost always the case, Mama doesn't want to hear it, The abusers Masquaraides too clever, And all the others, all effected, insane brother, Oft in jail, troubled,pill dependent sister... Another sister expecting to be poisoned daily, So many people molded in pain, and in a disfunctional confusion. The one Pillar of Strength is my Rosie... From the sad day of her mother's death, She has to ruled this insane mess. As close to a "Mother Teresa' That we'll ever see.
Once again I am standing All by myself For my friends have deceived And stole in the night with stealth Yet no matter How much trust is given There was no possible motivation No reason to why they were driven To the betrayal a friend Never were they wrong It seems like a story Written down in a song This is a lesson for the future No doubt about it I need time to myself To contemplate a little bit Trust must be earned Not just given away It is written in stone And is there to stay Or at least that's What some people say
Tears are rising, Sun is setting, That picture of us at your wedding, Staring at me in the face, Reminding me of what we once had. You look at me, But then turn away, I know you are angry, And I know that you are ashamed. I guess I let you down mom, I'm sorry to say, I guess we're not close anymore, Only because of that tragic day. When all hell broke loose, And you said the worse, Those words haunt me like a curse. Only if you knew the tears I've cried, Those sleepless nights even though I tried. My heart pounds, You are calling, To yell or scream? To tell me that I'm no longer me? You say hello, In that stern voice you have, I choke up, I knew this was going to be bad. Please don't yell at me, Please don't scream, Please just wake me from this horrible dream. I lye there at night thinking of all the possibilities, Why can't I think of any! Why cant I just figure a way out of this stupid mess! I do tell you I must confess, I haven't been trying my very best. You let me down too, Leaving me on the porch feeling numb, Feeling broken and just gone. You've cut me deep, Deeper than ever before, I guess now you have the higher score, On who is worse. Oh how I hate this freaking curse, The curse of this family, And all our disfunctionalness, Our lives have been everything but bliss. I guess your right mom, You don't know me, Because I have changed honestly. I know what is best for me now, I'm not just a pawn in your little scheme, To seem better then all human beings. I'll never forget those tears I've cried, Or those sunsets all those nights. Those pictures will not fade in my mind.
A simple decision I came to accept at a younger age than known I don't remember my earlier birthdays But since it fell in place September, November, December Then it's a depressional season alone If it were up to me, when I reached seven I would have been heavenly gone And you ask me Will I be coming home for the holidays? Holidays, they come, they go For smiles and snow, a New York warmth I'd trade with any convict doing death row You punish me, but it seems to be Something more than mischief A flaw in your parental morals Let's graph the hope held in each poor child You and I We have-nots were claimed as plurals Life long friends How much more can we endure pal Do you no longer ask If I'll be home for the holidays This is for your birthday, each passing Christmas The wars in which you continue to enlist us The days you missed us The casualties whom bit the dust The individuals whom pissed on trust For those entitled to this imperishable crush Will you be home for the holidays?
Let's take a walk in the pouring rain We should be happy bear no shame Let's hold hands, let people stare Let's value every minute we can share There is a new life so I'm told It all starts down Reunion Road Life is as good as life can be It's time we raised a family We can have a girl and a boy Call her Julie, call him Roy There is a new life so I'm told It all starts down Reunion Road We will dig a hole out front and plant a tree Watch it grow with our family We can sit on the front porch and sip on tea Just imagine our peace, love and harmony Our dreams are waiting so I'm told It all starts down Reunion Road I still need to find this dream girl of mine I pray to the man, he assures me that in time He tells me we will both know it right when we meet Maybe at church, or passing in the street It will be a true act of fate My patience is strong, but it's so hard to wait We will walk hand in hand, never let go It all starts down Reunion Road
My viens run warm with the thought of you In my womb you lay but in my heart up will stay Our hearts beat together My eyes have adorn your image in my womb In my mind dear child I have held you image The blood that uns through your soul is touch with love At your birth my illusion became a sweet reality Now my arms hold you and care for you
Way back then I played in a garden filled with flowers I cannot remember when My life as a child, way back then Sunny skies Before I joined the world of men The only authority, my parents Way back then My family Such a tiny world, passes by, in a blink of an eye Way back then Governed with love Way back then The only authority now, is the world of men Lost, but how? Through a childs' eyes I played.. Way back then The flowers I made, under sunny skies Lost am I.. I cannot return to a sunny sky... So much to learn Such a tiny world.. Passed by A sunny sky, unfurled Lost am I.. In a childs' eyes way back then
Every where you turn, the child inside, wants to learn, in this maze of fern The green has once been... ..you Only to look above, see the love Above the green Step around, seek the sound This joyous sound is what you seek What can be found, not for the meek Hear the nightingale deep in the dark, rather than the wail Leave the fern and dont return Seek people of your kind Together you will flock, side by side, you won't mind For you are the rock The path straight and true This maze of fern, how it does twist and turn, but how you learn and you know it too Good draws you in and so it should The battle of fern and childhood, all this to learn, in this maze of fern Lift your eyes, stop your cries You are this teen stuck in the green Maze of fern of which you must not return Now you are all grown The ferns you have sown Are they straight and true? Or do they twist and turn? This maze of fern which you must not return The people of a kind are what you must find This you must discern, in the maze of the fern Start to flock, for you, are the rock Deep in maze of fern , to your starting place It's easy to return look above, see your true face, see the love Lift your eyes from this maze Look to the skies, look for new ways Seek only the wise, who flock, for you can be the rock Far from this maze of fern of which your childhood wants to learn and dont return
Whatever you may dream I'll believe in you Whatever goal you wish to reach I'll help you see it through I'll believe in you When no one else could care I'll stick by your side When life seems unfair Together we can accomplish Whatever it may be We'll go hand in hand You can always count on me We can watch a sunset In the early morning light Or gaze at the stars On a cold and lonely night In your eyes when life stands still I'll believe in you When words cannot be spoken I'll show you what to do Forever is hard to imagine The future may seem far away But I'll believe in you Until my dying day yours truly
Grandma Grandma I'm glad your mine Granma Grandma you really shine Grandma Grandma please don't go Granma Grandma I love you so You care and love and dance and play your number one all the way
I live in a tree trunk and everything is hunky doory I really enjoy jim morrison's music and I really like fleetwood mac as well we bee boop around to it constantly in our heads and always have a good time with it. I really enjoy the prime it is my true love so watch out here we come. so long world I am here.
showbiz people threwout the years. boats have wooden threaters old red seats and red heavy curtains. amutures started out this way. they made very little money but they learned a lot. today its straight to the big top and than the flops start,or by the book that is written. these ships that passed in the night were all along the western frontier. today we see very little left of these breed. why we wonder?is it cost, is it just to little hype of these type people to teach us new breed up and comming,to de- meaning,?they still have these show boats in europe. with all thier splender, you just want to take a partof these boats home with you.
I'm living' life for me And for whom I know I can be I'm living' life through and through Because I know I have something to prove I'm living' life for all my brothers and sisters, who are in war Who had to come home mentally scared and sore I'm living' life for the girl, who had to get an abortion Because she was just 16, and didn't know how to be a mother I'm livin' life for the dude, who just joined a gang Because now his life is going to be filled with sorrow and pain I'm livin' life for all my blacks who still deal with racism Especially the women who deal with sexism I'm livin' life for my Lord, God above I'm livin' life for my family, with much love I'm livin' life for my mother, life for my brother Life for the man who's about to rap which is my father
No it's not a gun, a malt drink minus one a waist size or a world war II year it's not the temperature in early springs not a Vick's cough syrup it's none of these things it's the number of volumes of journals/diaries, call them what you will that chronical my life the victories, the joys, the hurts, the friends, lovers, and the strife my hopes, dreams, poems and much much more still only one other person in this world has been privy to it, and now knows what's been in my head from 1967 right on until now that one is my sweet Rose only Rose knows I wrote these long lasting journals- a release for me to use, with a dark secret, or crazy thought things that have happened to me things that have come to naught many silly, stupid entries much wisdom, brilliance too, you never know just what you'll get you can count on that to be true but someday...when I am long. long gone... maybe someone somewhere will see what my time was like, what was going on.... see, when my family first moved into the family house of 50 years we found a few great treasures one very special on, which did bring tears for in this somewhat faded diary from 1863, a life in all its colors did open up very wide for me to see I felt honored, touched, and somewhat sad, to think this sweet soul was so long gone she spoke from the heart, and showed me a world I could never taste, and now I knew her life had never been a waste because she reached out thru the centuries, to tell me her tale of life it seemed to me to validate her being was more than a long forgotten, faded tombstone, a name, maybe with a year and for a moment somehow she had become, someone who was right here.
Those over there are yours. They look like monkeys. You're the reason our kids are so ugly. Our kida look as if they have been beaten, beaten hard about 100 times with an ugly stick. You're the reason our kids are so ugly. Those poor kids, they look as if they've been run over, by a lawn mower, running. You're the reason our kids are so ugly. Your little girl, she looks like a fat lady, in really tight spandex with loud print. You're the reason our kids are so ugly. How did I ever end up with you? I don't know what I was thinkin', or what I was drinkin'. But you're the reason our kids are so ugly.
You came in to this world... Bloody and wet A screwed up face Our eyes met Your birth... What I was waiting for... On this earth Your first smile Your first tooth I held you for a while The faltering steps you took The outside world Your garden A second look The child inside you Changing too Becoming an adult too You came into this world I smiled For a while I was with you Then it was gone You left... Making your way too You came in to this world You never left Where ever you are You are never far You are forever a child... In my heart
After 15 years he walks out of his dead end jobs, leaves behind 2 children and a wife He wants to start all over, a second chance for a better life Going from the city to the country, what a change Never knowing what\'s next, nothing in life is pre-arranged No more Richard do this, Richard do that No more wasted moments at the laundry mat I left a note in our post office box Explaining my train of thought I said sometimes you have to go nowhere to get somewhere in life I had to sacrifice it all, that was my condition, to make things right I don\'t expect anyone to understand I needed to a nobody for a while to become a real man It has now been 10 long years this May But the guilt haunts me as if it were yesterday For mine and everyone else's sake, I need to return I can picture the smell and smoldering of the bridges I have burned My daughter 22, my son 24 They have put their past behind locked the doors I will watch them and wait til the time is right How can I expect them to forgive me after 10 years of flight They tell me to get out, mom died of cancer 3 years ago They tell me she was the only parent they will ever know I have gotten what I deserve Now the smell and smoldering have become a reality from the bridges I have burned