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Bestowed with femininity, wisdom, elegance, and grace, exemplifying dignity, daughter of the human race. X chromosome integrity ordains attributes endowed, according by propensity, a nature kind and proud. Beauty and vitality anoint her noble gender, magnum opus artistry imparts celestial splendor. Her marvelous complexity gives complementary disposition to valiant masculinity for a perfect coalition. Exquisite physiology yields licentious pleasure due the wanton sensuality of erotic pas de deux. Magnificent hologyny, woman becomes by thy behest, sacred vessel of posterity, with honor ever blessed.
I am an old lady, but did not live in a shoe I am a wife who married her soul mate twice because I wasn't satisfied with just once I am a mother that was overly protective of three sons, they all are different in every way, the youngest I planned before I got too old, I wanted a girl but I guess it was not meant to be I am a grandmother of six, four boys and two girls, I love them all, with all my soul, all spoiled because that is what grandparents do I have friends that are more a family to me than my own, I would do anything for them whenever they are in need, but they have always been there for me I am a Christian Catholic and taught prep, I taught my students with lots of visuals because that is how I learn and retain, I also taught school with stern rules but compassionate to all I am an artist of oils, so all I see is beauty in everything I see even the ugliest frog is beautiful to me I am one of those wives that would love to walk hand in hand with my husband through the wood of the tall pine and look at the pond that lies beyond with the wild creature's noseying to see but stay away I am female I am Eve is who I am Written by Eve Roper 11/06/2014 Frank Herreta's Contest: I am
Oh, how could I ever be bored? When I had such interesting chores. I had to paint our bedroom door, Then mop the grand, speckled floor. Walked quickly down to the shore, And dug hidden clams with the oar. Made a tasty clam-supper for four, Then into their big bowls I poured. Knowing, they would yell for more, Prompting my tender voice to roar - All gone, there's more at the store! Or take a lantern to search the shore. However, they cost more at the store, But not a penny, to dig with the oar. Oh, I'm sure you will not get bored, Performing such an interesting chore. For soon in bed, I will sweetly snore, With a sound much louder than yours. Last night the paint actually, tore, From the ceiling and door, it poured. And that is why, I happily wore, That Silly Old Hat Of Yours.
Since first I saw you, it was your eyes, mesmerizing, your gaze transporting me to a realm, not of fantasy, real, where young men go when cupid's arrow takes root. Since first I saw you, it was your lips, captivating, holding me frozen in anticipation of our lips brushing for the first time. Since first I saw you, it was your voice, a crescendo, light, invigorating, each word you speak intensifies my hearing, enveloping each note, time ceases as I hang motionless savoring, memorizing. Since first I saw you, it was your hair, long, flowing, gently rising above your shoulders as a slight breeze passes through sending waves of your essence my way. The sun magnifying each strand, highlighting the minute variances of invigorating color, creating a halo effect, a portrait of your beauty forever imprinted. Since first I saw you, It was you, my love forever more for you, only you.
I am the daughter of eve ,with the strength to create or destroy the world,but you nasty people Judge and say me as a simple weak being. Was born to be beautiful being but you made me suffer my whole life. During childhood,I loved playing with dolls and with friends, But you wanted me to do the chores so brother can enjoy. He enjoyed all the pleasures and had all the fun,while I was in the Hot sun,doing the work like a nun. I worked like a donkey,but he had the turkey. As he was the son, and I was none. He had to read the books and I had the food to cook. And there came a new man in life ,for whom I was wife. He earned money and I was honey. he had the authority and I was in poverty. He was the ruler and I was the bearer. All I wanted was the love ,but he gave me the stove. The days passed and the seasons changed,but my life hadn't. Designation changed from wife to mother,nursing all the time . Was split into two by husband and kids,but the heart always Desired something else. Kids grew and flew to new destinations. the heart does crave and yearn for love as it is stupid,as it doesn't have mind to think,and it is there only to feel. I want to learn, read ,play and relive those moments which were Mine but were snatched away as I was a girl. But it is us, who make this world beautiful,peaceful and happy. We are mothers, daughters, sisters above all we are human beings. Treat us like fellow humans but not like slaves,then you will see The more beauty of the world.
How Can We Hurt The Ones We Love? How can we hurt the very ones that we love? How can we easily neglect our God above? It seems like I often heard about many victims Many times, it's from a loved one who's been with them! The hate and the anger that boils from deep within. Often "boils over" toward our family and friends. It's the love of Christ that we need to find! His love can totally cleanse our life and mind! The hearts of many families are bruised and broken. By the harshness of many of the words spoken. If we would allow Jesus to rule and reign. We'd have little reason to murmur or complain. If we would yield our lives to the master's will… The emptiness and brokenness, he shall fulfill! If we could allow ourselves to sit at Jesus' feet… He can make any family totally complete! If we could just listen to what Christ has to say. His words of life would brighten our day! As a family… Won't you give HIM a chance? And allow his love to change your circumstance! Won't you allow his spirit to bind you together? You can experience his peace today and forever! He can change your family throughout! This is his will and what God is all about! By Jim Pemberton
A Mother's Love… How precious is the love of a mother's heart! Even as a child… It's there from the start. A mother's love knows no boundary or limit. It's often shown by how much the mother gives it! Whether her children are young or growing old… And whatever circumstances in life may unfold. Her love is continually a solid foundation… That can't be removed, torn or shaken. Her love is what is a guiding force. Even if her children's lives stray off course. I'm thankful for the love my mother's given… It's surely influenced the way I've been livin'! To all of our mothers across our great nation… May we show them our love and appreciation! Their love has stood and endured the test of time… I'm so glad that one of them is MINE! By Jim Pemberton
The cracked spine of the book I dropped at the call. A chip in my windshield left by a pompous *?#@! in a red sports car as I drive to the service. Rain expectorating from an ashen sky as the dirt is turned. Today is terrible. Though this is less terrible than the crack in grandma's spine from her fall down the stairs. The chip in her amazingly smart mind after eighteen years as a teacher. Tears running, dripping from my Mothers ashen face as she cries "My mama's dead." Today is terrible. Though this is less terrible than the cracked family emotions left raw and empty. The chip in Grandpas numb mind at the gathering… "Where is Irene she should be here?" Faces gone ashen with dread, do we leave him numb or remind him that his wife is dead? Today is terrible. Though this is less terrible than the empty silences, missing the jokes Grandma used to crack. Grandma's laugh and her endless smile which always exposed that tooth with the chip in it. Without her the world has become empty, bleak, and ashen. Today is terrible. Summer Gratias
this is inspired by a picture of a guy looking at a piece of bread with one candle on it, http://allpoetry.com/amyrowsell today would be our first wedding anniversary but I lost her, a month ago a guy was driving drunk and crossed the line that night he took the life of mine you think that they would learn driving is a privilege you have to earn I hate him for what he has done he took away a mother from me and our young son nobody wins when people drive drunk
The beauty of love Is a lot like the Sea With all of it's power Beautiful and free Just as the Sea Is bound by currents Souls are bound By loves torrent Just as the Sea Reflects the light Love truly is A beacon of right Just as the Sea Is a provider of life Love makes a mother As well as a wife Just as the Sea Is bound to the wind Love forever binds Two dear friends Just as the Sea Needs be respected True love is a thing That must be protected As the waves create The rings of time Forever yours Forever mine
(W)- A real woman knows that the wages of sin is death so she is not concerned about the wages of a real man, because money comes and goes like day and night; but true love comes just every blue moon. A real woman isn't loud and doesn't have to be the center of attention. Money is a gold-diggers virtue, while patience is a real woman's virtue. A real woman is always wary of the image she displays to the world because she knows her children are watching her every move. A real woman's wisdom comes from the teachings of her elders and the experiences and hardships life brings. A real woman is the wings that help a broken man learn to fly again. When you become the object of a real woman's affection, winning is the only option. (O)- A real woman's main obligation is to better herself, before she attempts to become someone's better half. A real woman is very obliged with all that God has blessed her with. When a man takes a real woman for granted, she makes up her mind to put him away into oblivion. A real woman is use to jumping hurdles because overcoming obstacles in life keeps her on the right track. A real woman doesn't spend her time worrying if failure is around the corner, because she occupies her freedom chasing her dreams in her most comfortable running shoes. A real woman is a hopeless romantic ready to be wooed with an odyssey of love with a real man by her side. (M)- A real woman's presence is magnanimous and captures attention because of the poised and elegant stature of her classy nature. A real woman is like the magnet of ecstasy. All women don't attend college or hold prestigious employment, but for many being the Valedictorian of mothers everywhere is the major of their lives. A real woman respects the art of marriage and believes in monogamy. A real woman's life is the motion picture of sophistication. The mythology of a woman began within a man's ribs and ends in the beat of his heart. (A)- A real woman sticks to her man like glue and never abandons his side. A real woman has the ability to do anything a man can. A real woman has the power to fill the abyss of a man's pains with joy. A real woman prays with her other half because faith is the key of remaining on one accord. A real woman will amaze you with the way she adapts to changes in her ambiance. A real woman is the architect of her own destiny. (N) A real woman needs a man to understand and love her for everything she is and for everything she is not because a good support system is a leading factor in longevity within relationships. A real woman is the nexus between love and happiness. When you converse with a real woman you will realize that she is nimble with her every response. No man can ignore the nymph of a real woman, because it is in her D.N.A to be notable.
, Lord thank you for this life, As I have lived a full life, It was not always as I would have like, But I lived it to the best of what I could, I'm going home; Home to the place I want to be, I'm going home to Jesus where He waits for me, I have been a long weary believer, As I've been away to long, I now know what I've been searching for, As He's been there in me all along, I'm going home; Home is the place I want to be, I'm going home to Jesus where He waits for me, I have been and seen lots of places in life's journey, Now I yearn for familiar faces in familiar places, I hear familiar voices calling me to come home, I see familiar faces looking at me, I'm going home; Home is the place I want to be, I'm going home to Jesus where He waits for me, My time is near, the hour I know not, I see Jesus' face across the Heaven's, I hear His soft sweet voice calling me home, I can't wait for my real life to begin, I'm going home; Home is the place I want to be, I'm going home to Jesus where He waits for me. By; Rev. Samuel and Esta Mack, OMS Copyright 2011 VISIT US AT: http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com
Is your go-to lunch roast beef sandwich? Tomorrow you might want turkey instead Here is why In gen. red meat- such as roast beef Not as healthy as other kinds of protein Tends to have more cholesterol Often has more saturated fat Both things are bad for your heart Eating too much red meat May linked to colon cancer This does not mean You should never eat beef or other red meats Just go easy on them Tasty Swaps With Tacos Try Fish or chicken With hamburgers Try Veggie burgers With Stir-fry Try Fried tofu With lasagna Try Eggplant slices With salad Try tuna or broiled egg With Breakfast Try turkey or soy links With Casserole Try lentils and rice With Chili Try beans (canned or dried) With Dinner entrée Try Roast turkey (baked or broiled) With sandwiches and wraps Try grilled chicken or hummus 4142013
Did The Lord Build Your House? This house of ours is "plain." But is still standing. We're "simple folks..." By many people's understanding… We may not have much of what is "socially appealing"… But we have love in our hearts. And this is a good feeling! We may not be "wrapped up" in much of this world's entertainment. But we seek God's peace and a desire for contentment. We, as a family, have one purpose and "calling" in mind. To seek God's ways of being merciful and kind… Each day we pray with much thankfulness in our hearts… For this is where happiness and gratitude starts! We're thankful to the Lord for his unfailing grace… And for keeping us together in this special place… We're blessed to have a God who is truly worth finding. His word in our lives is precious and worth memorizing! "Unless the Lord builds the house, they labor in vain that build it!" God must rule and reign… So his love can completely fill it! By Jim Pemberton
I sing of a special mother One like no other One bothered about another A mother who smiles and care One who did nothing but share It is great to know she is always there When tear drops she brought a toy Her whispers sparkles unceasing joy Her love is stronger than the Helen of Troy You taught me from wrong to right You taught me the difference between darkness and light You taught me to recite the Lord's Prayer day and night Envelope yourself in a mothers Love For she is like an angel from above Never trade her love for the price of a dove As we celebrate all mothers in a special way Thank you for your fidelity, even when we went astray And above all, thank you for what we are today He grants the barren woman a home, Like a joyful mother of children. Praise the LORD! Ps 113:9
It was February 2002 (WWF Raw, WWF SmackDown!, and WWF No Way Out), that Jessica McCord and her then-husband, Jeff, killed Alan Bates and his new wife, Terra. Before their deaths, Alan "A.B." was in a custody battle against his ex-wife to have determined who'll have gotten full custody of their two daughters (born in 1990 and '92). The custody hearing might have taken place in November 2001 (WWF Raw, WWF SmackDown!, WWF Rebellion, and WWF Survivor Series), but not until December 2001 (WWF Raw, WWF SmackDown!, and WWF Vengeance), when the lady had spent that time in jail for skipping custody hearings more than twice. It seems that Jessica had disapproved of both of her daughters having the late Terra for their step-mother. the only two things that describes Jessica McCord are selfish and a coward. She selfishly pulled both of her daughters out of their respective schools, she hid them away so that her late ex-husband couldn't gain full access to them, and/or whatever. So, the fact that Jessica McCord had used her own daughters as a pair of pawns as if she's been playing a game of chess had made the late Mr. Bates, the attorneys, and Birmingham Police officers of Birmingham, Alabama, very sick. The lady, Jessica, was afraid that the judge would grant Alan and his new wife, Terra, full custody of the girls, so she and Jeff killed them; thereby dumping both of their bodies in a burned-down car outside Atlanta, Georgia (aka Hotlanta, aka Dirty South, and aka ATL). Jessica McCord may have tried to label her late ex-husband as a bad guy, but no one bought it, not even her in-laws, the prosecutors, and the judge. She knew that she and her husband were going to get caught; they knew it. And where is Jessica McCord as of February 2003 (WWE Raw, WWE SmackDown!, and WWE No Way Out/World Wrestling Entertainment's first 'No Way Out' pay-per-view event, ever)? She's in prison, along with her then-loser husband, Jeff McCord, serving a life sentence in prison with no possibility of parole. Ms. McCord should've gotten the death penalty, but that's the way the law works. And as far as the Bates family, the entire community of Birmingham, and the two daughters are concerned, prison is exactly where they belong. Well, it looks like the ghosts of Alan and Terra Bates will be haunting the two-then McCords for life. Let's hope that the Bates sisters don't suffer the same fate their father and step-mother did. And if I see the Bates sisters in person, there's just no telling.
Mother of Pearl. Sand slipped inside a shell. Seagull's morning feast. There once was a father who wanted time and space There once was a woman who ran a race. The children were grown. Their pockets were blown. So one retired and the other became an ace. There's two sides to every story, personal answers within. Judgment of each awaits God, or those who haven't ever sinned. Poem for Divorce Club Contest by Destroyer Due 12/3/2010
It's a mother-in-law's right, her prerogative To 'drop in' on her son almost any time, But a mother-in-law should always be prepared For almost anything she may find. So, Mother Cready dropped in unannounced; But as she approached her son's front door, Suddenly it opened. "Ta Da! Do you like my happy dress?" His young wife stood there in her 'all in all'…nothing more. "Oh, my word!" Mother Cready exclaimed with surprise. "Why are you naked? Are you insane?" Just as surprised, the young wife pulled her inside. "Please, Mother Cready…if you'll just let me explain. You see, when Mac has had a rough day, When he's been under a lot of stress, Sometimes I meet him at the door With a smile and a kiss in my happy dress. It always relaxes him and makes him happy, Then he makes me very happy too. It works for Mac and me, Mother Cready; Maybe it would work for you." "We're too old for such." scoffed Mother Cready. "Perhaps if we were young like the two of you." But, on her way home, she decided She was definitely going to try it too. So, she bathed and put on some nice perfume, Fixed her make-up and her hair. She was thinking some very sexy thoughts, But she had to hurry…no time to spare. She heard her husband's car in the driveway; And as he approached their front door, She threw it open. "Ta Da! Do you like my happy dress?" She stood there in her 'all in all'…nothing more. She saw a little grimace cross his face, But that was not the worst. Then he said, "I appreciate your happy dress, my dear; But maybe you should have ironed it first." ALTERNATE LAST VERSE "Well…your 'happy dress' could use some ironing; But my birthday suit could use some starch." He kissed her. "Bet you and I can work it out."; And off to bed they marched.
written 10th Aug 2013 I am God's child, first and forever I am known by many different titles, a daughter I am a wife I am a mother I am a grandmother I am a poet I am by several ways, known as a sister I am an acquaintance I am a loyal friend I am a stranger I am a cousin I am an Auntie I am a niece But who is this person, they all call "Denise?" She is a child to God She is a niece She is a cousin She is a stranger She is a loyal friend She is an acquaintance She is known to many, a sister She is a poet She is a grandmother She is a mother She is a wife She is known as a daughter to many She is everything, she'd ever dreamed her life to be.... She is happier than she ever imagined possible SHE IS "DENISE"
She is strong but also weak with that beautiful smile so graceful and meek Her touch is soft and her words ever so sweet Never a dull moment always bright and sometimes lenient with a positive outlook even when it's clearly out of the books She wipes the tears, and forces the smiles touches the heart and never you dare cross her child Mother, Mama, Mom, Mommy the many names that she goes by All quite fitting for the warrior inside with the love giving and super healing ways she never makes a mistake Even when you thought she was wrong give it a day and you'll realize exactly what she was trying to say all along ( you soon realize she was right all along) She is the all knowing, all loving, super talented and magical gift from the God above
someone always told me this with tears in her eyes... (for Lata Sethi's late-mother, who was my mother's 'sister' and who took us all into her heart, and for Lata and Ravi Sethi of Defence Colony, New Delhi) a wife left South Africa in the 1960's to join her husband who was in exile at the time... in 1970 the husband was sent by the African National Congress to India to be its representative there... the husband and wife spent two years in Bombay... one afternoon the husband fell and broke his leg... the wife knocked on their neighbour's door, in an apartment complex in Bombay the neighbour was an old Punjabi lady... the wife asked the neighbour for a doctor to see to the injured husband... a Parsi 'Bone-Setter' was promptly summoned... the husband still recalls his anxiety of seeing 'Bone-Setter' written on the Parsi gentleman's bag... by the way, the 'Bone-Setter' worked his ancient craft and surprisingly for the husband, his broken leg healed quite soon... but still on that day, while the 'Bone-Setter' was seeing to the husband... the wife and the old Punjabi lady from next door got to talking about this and that and where these new Indian-looking wife and husband were from as their accents were clearly not local... the wife told the elderly Punjabi lady that the husband worked for the African National Congress of South Africa and had left to serve the ANC from exile... and that they had left their two children behind in South Africa and that they were now essentially political refugees... the Punjabi lady broke down and wept uncontrollably... she told the foreign woman that she too had had to leave her home in Lahore in 1947 and flee to India with only the clothes on her back when the partition of the subcontinent took place and Pakistan was formed and at a time when Hindus from Pakistan fled to India and vice versa... the Punjabi lady then asked the foreign woman her name... 'Zubeida', but you can call me 'Zubie'... the Punjabi woman hugged Zubie some more, and the two women, seperated by age and geography, wept, sharing a shared pain... the Punjabi woman told Zubie that she was her 'sister' from that day on, and that she felt that pain of exile and forced migration and what being a refugee felt like... Zubie and her husband Mosie became the closest of friends with the Hindu Punjabi neighbours who were kicked out of Pakistan by Muslims... then came the time for Mosie and Zubie to leave for Delhi where the African National Congress office was based... the elderly Punjabi lady and Mosie and Zubie said their goodbyes... a year or two later, the elderly Punjabi lady's daughter Lata married Ravi Sethi and the couple moved to Delhi... the elderly Punjabi lady called Zubie and told her that her daughter was coming to Delhi to live and that she had told Lata, her daughter that she had a 'sister' in Delhi... Lata and Ravi Sethi then moved to Delhi... This was in the mid-1970's... Lata and Zubie became the closest of friends and that bond stayed true, and stays true till today, though Zubie is no more, and the elderly Punjabi lady is no more... the son and the husband still have a bond with Lata and Ravi Sethi... a bond that was forged between Hindu and Muslim and between two continents across the barriers of creed and time... a bond strong and resilient, forged by the pain and trauma of a shared experience... and that is why, and I shall never stop believing this, that hope shines still, for with all the talk of this and of that, and of that and of this, there will always be a simple woman, somewhere, anywhere, who would take the 'other' in as a sister, a fellow human... and that is why there will always be hope... hope in the midst of this and of that and of that and of this... hope... (for Lata Sethi's late-mother, who was my mother's 'sister' and who took us all into her heart, and for Lata and Ravi Sethi of Defence Colony, New Delhi)
As we have all come to know and accept That within certain parameters we find ourselves trapped It's either you're stuck with wearing pants to rule and impress Or socially considered inferior and wearing a dress Well, I for one, fortunately belong to the latter However, at the excruciating sensation of being perpetually overlooked, I shudder For I know my worth exceeds that of just another fine lady A woman who ignores harsh Reality and hides behind a smile, looking dandy A conformist, being looked down on by what is called a man So from this awkward position of helplessness, to remove myself without delay is my plan This feeling of constantly being emotionally and socially dormant Exhausts me – utterly drains my energy, to be used as a dusty doormat Then carelessly, I am cast into a sea of vulnerability Viewed by society as a mere object of instability I, being of greater value, will remove myself from behind Male's shadow For I refuse, the social norm of this world, to follow Even though seen as nothing, for myself I have respect And to the world, my greatest strengths I shall reflect Because I possess rare beauty that goes deeper than the skin So onto my strengths, I shall trustingly lean Where man exhibits his pompous ways I humbly outshine For I am a woman of worth and that, the beauty in me shall always define As a woman, I am made perfect in my weakness For I thrive, where man tries his best to impress
The Women (for the countless women, names unknown, who bore the brunt of Apartheid, and who fought the racist system at great cost to themselves and their families, and for my mother, Zubeida Moolla) Pregnant, your husband on the run, your daughter, a child, a few years old, they hauled you in, these brutish men, into the bowels of Apartheid's racist hell. They wanted information, you gave them nothing, these savage men, who skin happened to be lighter, and white was right in South Africa back then, but, you did not cower, you stood resolute, you, my mother, faced them down, their power, their 'racial superiority', their taunts, their threats. You, my mother, would not, could not break, You stood firm, you stood tall. You, like the countless mothers did not break, did not fall. You told me many things, of the pains, the struggles, the scraping for scraps, the desolation of separation from your beloved Tasneem and your beloved Azad, my elder sister and brother, whom I could not grow up with, your beloved children separated by time, by place, by monstrous Apartheid, by brutish men, whose skin just happened to be lighter. You told me many things, as I grew older, of the years in exile, of the winters that grew ever colder. You were a fighter, for a just cause, like countless other South African women, you sacrificed much, you suffered the pangs, of memories that cut into your bone, your marrow, you resisted a system, an ideology, brutal and callous and narrow. Yes, you lived to see freedom arrive, yet you suffered still, a family torn apart, and struggling to rebuild a life, all the while, nursing a void, that nothing could ever fill. I salute you, mother, as I salute the nameless mothers, the countless sisters, daughters, women of this land, who fought, sacrificing it all for taking a moral stand. I salute you, my mother, and though you have passed, your body interred in your beloved South African soil, you shall remain, within me, an ever-present reminder, of the cost of freedom, the struggles, the hunger, the toil. I salute you! (for the brave women of South Africa, of all colours, who fought against racial discrimination and Apartheid)
Here I sit, uncertain of what lies ahead. I'm still wondering how my family will be fed. I once had a job that provided a sense of "security." Now I don't… And I have a lot of uncertainty! I have unpaid bills, and I'm not sure what to do. I've asked for help. But not sure who to turn to! I get discouraged, and feel life "pulling me down." I've tried just about every job that's in town. The dreams I had, have been shattered and smashed. At times, I feel like I'm just "a piece of trash." My wife tried to support me, the best that she can. But she doesn't know me… Or even understands! Dear Jesus… You're the only left that I haven't tried. There's been many nights I laid awake and cried! I read in the Bible, where your love for me is real! When I call on your name... There's a love I can feel! Whatever happens, please help me Lord, to trust you! Whatever tomorrow holds, may I still love you! I know that you're a foundation, that I can stand on! Jesus is a friend! That I can always depend on! Jesus, if I lose everything that I have or that I hold on to... My I always remember your faithfulness and never forget you! Here I stand… With my burdens lifted from me! It's because of Jesus! And how much he loves me! I praise HIS name! And lift my hands to the sky! He's in control now! I don't have to ask the reason why! Jesus… Please take control of my worries and desires! Above all of my problems, I lift your name up higher! By Jim Pemberton
It's not easy to live with every day problems, Especially when someone expects you to solve them, The minute that trouble has raised up it's head, And balance the budget and make home made bread; And making and keeping appointments and errands, While setting a shining example as parents. Sometimes I just wish I could go back to bed, And dream a sweet dream and wake up instead, To find I can take a day off to relax, Perhaps read a book and not feel so taxed; 'Cause the house work will be there tomorrow for sure, And I don't have to worry, my job is secure. Who'd want all the worry I have all the time? It's no bed of roses, no sweet dream sublime; For I am a homemaker, nanny and nurse; The one they all turn to for better or worse. This is my castle and I am it's queen, And I wouldn't trade it for anything. (It's the most thankless job in the world --- or is it.)
NOTE: This poem is a humoruos stab at PMS from a mans point of view I can see your blood boiling through the blades I once called eyes, they were once beautiful like jewels now they hurt my deep insides. cutting at my guts and like a noose on my lungs; your words seek like bullets your mouth like sniper guns. I'm hit with each inaccuracy… Being killed by words untrue; and you even got the nerve to tell me what you think I do. But let me get mad and try to plead my case; then suddenly the world is a f--ked up place. You got tears running down… What the Hell did I do? We were just sitting and laughing I could swear that we were cool. Oh God… Oh no…; I should have seen it… It's Aunt Floe…, This battle can't be won or reasoned I think its best I go. Cause I hate Aunt Floe and she hate me too; she sit and talk sh-t about the gum I chew. The color of my shirt…, She say my look is a stair; She say my best has no worth And she doesn't stop there. I didn't change I've been the same these 28 days, but now I'm f_ckin A__hole Aunt Floe gave me that name. She said get out my face This aint your home no more, But I'm more puzzled by What was said before. I love you With her glossy eyes I knew it was true, But horribly sly You see these words make me the fool. The one that's cruel That a__hole dude, That sparked the fuel To this f__kin feud. But I swear to God I didn't start this sh_t, Why would I give up my love To live my life like in a pit. This is horrible sh_t Wasted days spent, On nothing but the worst I could be bathed in your sent. You could be laughing While I'm smiling But Aunt Floe Won't let this be, And the only way to make this right Is hold my tongue a week. And that ain't gone happen I'm a person too, Not soft But I got feelins and don't know what to do. Now its been six days Unbelievable rage, She locked herself In the room I call it her cage. I smell a sent in the air It wasn't there before, Now lookin down the hall I see an open door. Is this a trap I'll guess I'll see, If I fall for another You know that's dumb ass me. Curled in the bed I think I know that girl, But where's the hells Aunt Floe The one that f__ked my world. She packed up and gone Didn't even say good bye, Just came wit gang of bullsh_t And vanished in the sky. Is that you my dear Can you please come here, Listen close and crystal clear… I hate Aunt Floe Next time she here Make sure I'm stocked with weed and beer. I love you punk. ?
Have you ever imagined the world we live without women? It is like a lung without some oxygen, agonizing and inevitably dead, A face never with a smile, boring and unfriendly. A cup of tea without some grains of sugar, bitter and foul, A pool without some water, dry and empty, A good ride on a bad untilled road, rough and uninteresting, The earth without some drops of rain, an inescapable famine, But how come with the great number of women on planet earth? We still live to cry as a reggae legend sang "no woman no cry", It is because they permit evil as much as they permit good, Gullible and instrumental in the hand of the wicked ones, Ugly and nice, beautiful and dangerous, Cunning like serpents, deceitful like chameleon, Holy but liars, having a form of godliness but highly ungodly, Lovely like little puppies, sweet like bees honey, Women, an invincible force in our our world today. (c) 2010
My Darling Girl, your big dark eyes met mine against your pale skin and yellow hair this name sang in my heart, Susan, my Black-Eyed Susan. A wild flower you'll be, you'll be a kind friend, loving wife, strong mother, sweet grandmother and always you'll be my darling girl, my Black-Eyed Susan
MOTHER Mother is the light of every home Overflowing care Thoughtful Heart full of compassion Empowers us with her unconditional love Responsible and hardworking
A Very Inviting Temptation! I remember of a particular situation. I was offered a very "inviting" temptation. The situation I was in... I didn't belong! And lost any sense of "right and wrong." At first... I felt no guilt or shame. And brought embarrassment to my family's name. I tried to explain this to my wife and kids. I heard; "Dad... please... no more fibs!" The Godly principles were "tossed to the side," As the sin inside caused arrogance and pride. Soon, all in my life that truly mattered... Was gone! My life was empty and shattered! I was sorry for all of the problems I caused! This time... I took a moment to pause. I cried to God to rescue me from my sin. I confessed! Would God help me once again? I read in the Bible of Jesus' grace and love! This time the help I needed had to come from above! I asked him for a fresh and brand new start. He removed the stain from a broken heart. He restored to me the joy I once had. I'm so blessed! Jesus has made me glad! Jesus is the reason I'm here today! I LOVE HIM more than words can say! By Jim Pemberton
Missing you is like feelings of thee morning dew. The very first time I glanced at you, something like a widow a woman that husband has died. Wishing we had just a little more time. Wishful thinking believing everything you ever said was true shows how bad I want to be with you. Reminiscing over here dwelling on the past, indicating a desire of admiration I grasp. Adoration and appreciation is what I feel for you, longing suffering missing and enduring the lost just to speak to you. From morning till midnight, sunset to sunrise moving into the afternoon time I'm missing you. Arousing emotional response in motion missing you is my religion. My system of belief, therefor you're an apostle sent by Christ making me a flock of one in your missionary. Leaving me with anxiety and tension I stay missing. Impatient for your fulfillment, missing you is an addiction and psychological dependence. Needing to see you even for a minute, in a recession I remain unchanged retain missing you.
The gracious woman grows through her own self-reflection Everything she goes through in life is a lesson Her beauty is of essence such as her presence Full of integrity, compassion, and optimistic guessing The courage that she brings Screams a strong woman destined With the passion of a soldier at war She is honorable, respectful, worthy and more Qualities that must be adored
(This is a fictional poem) When she turned on the lights, I screamed and screamed. I pinched myself because I was hoping it was all just a dream. It was the most horrible thing I ever saw. I had sex with my mother-in-law. She was in the bed that my wife and I slept in. Now I'm so turned off by sex that I may never get horny again. While touching her breasts, I thought it was odd because they were wrinkled and seemed to sag. I nearly died of heart failure when I saw who I shagged. I can't get the vision of that gray hair, wrinkled skin and false teeth out of my mind. But what bothers me the most is that I squeezed that prune shaped behind. My wife started insisting that the three of us have a menage a trois. I said not with my mother-in-law. My wife said she'd leave me if I didn't stop saying no. I pointed toward the door and I said go.
"This is now bone of my bone and flesh of my flesh; She shall be called woman because she was taken out of man." "Therefore shall a man leave his father and his mother and shall cleave onto his wife and they shall be one flesh." (genesis chapter 2 verses 23 & 24) One flesh, one bone, all one body and soul, onto our lives it is now just you and I, my wife. All my pride comes from you, boo. You complete me!! Baby, we are meant to reach the heavens together. Meant to hold our vows well onto our spiritual journey. Spread your canvas let me paint our love, open your mind, what I know is not enough. Everlasting devotion, is the meat of my vow. I'm am yours for eternity, if you'll allow Long walks on the beach, our picnic under the willow tree. You're the inspiration behind so much of my poetry. " And Adam called his wife Eve because she was the mother of all the living." (genesis chapter 3 vs 20) Jared Pickett 2/28/2010 Asavvy1
Romancing Distant Moments I am romancing with distant moments Distance, I keep trying to connect by dreaming In a time difference, so hard to get a full time so meant For my child and wife, I longed for reaching God is so kind bestowing us a child As we never thought we could have at least one The passing of time charmed and leave us beguiled But in prayers, answered us by granting us a son We gave him a Christian name Pio Noel Derived from the name of Saint Padre Pio of Pietrelcina And Noel from my name, a kind idea of my wife Cecille A name he will carry as his insignia I listened to their voice over the cell phone Or watched their videos, I took during my last vacation Still longing for more moments of them to be shown To alter depression with deep sign of elation Through messages, I cherish the distant moments As my wife will relay to me my child's notable deeds As I record every details on my diary as my attunement Of his daily childish act finely registered on my head For a picture of table, Pio tells 'it is table' For a picture of chair, Pio tells 'it is sit' My wife will not dare to show him that it is laughable But gave him a nice lecture to improve his wit Whenever he sees his grandfather with fellow friends He will run to them and kiss their hands as a sign of respect An instance, my wife eagerly drew a rabbit using a crayon pen And hardly could be identified as rabbit, but Pio proudly said 'rabbit' in all aspect (My wife kissed him and said 'Pio you are very clever because even though my drawing is hardly could be noticed as rabbit but still you interpreted it very well') At the age of 1 year and 6 months, Pio knows how to save money Upon seeing coins inside my wife's bag, he got this in his hand And pointed into small piggy bank and dropped in the coins so eagerly Dirty clothes out of the basket, he willingly put this back without a command Every time my wife's cell phone will beep or ring Pio immediately bring this to my wife and tell her that father text Pio is fond of watching television and get a chance to lip-sync He enjoyed for someone blowing on his tummy and find his mother to play suplex Upon entering our room, Pio will point to our family picture And loudly will recite 'this is Pio, mother and father' Every distant moments of them, I need to capture While away, I am romancing distant moments sweeter but farther Previously posted in voicesnet.com poetry site Written last October 28, 2009 By: Noel N. Villarosa
Here's to new beginnings, And what this year will bring; A fun filled year of passion, And our baby in the spring; A new life in our arms, Our prospects look so bright; Just thinking of our future, Fills me with delight; I can not wait to hold him, And watch the wonder in his eyes; As each an every second, Fills him with surprise; He is the new beginning, To the life that we've begun; And a happy home in which, We welcome our new son.
She is so typical So critical For most part difficult I never really could grasp her in such way She just wants me to some how stay She comes to my man cave and makes me obey Shy she was and now I am scared In such way I almost cared She thinks she can do everything for me I swear She makes me guess everyday but I keep on believing Because it is fun to give her a kiss, while she does not know when she is sleeping She stresses out but I will tell her my love for her keeps deepening So for the most part I just keep her close to make her smile and me When I do things I do it for her it is always a key Call me romantic or call me stupefied, but it makes her so, so, sooo, happy
They Are Among us. Not alien But more Like us than You will ever know. They are Neighbors Dying Of Disease And Hate And Grief. They live Next door Behind walls Built Not of stone But of fear. Hungry Penniless Alone. They are Stereotypes Birthing Children. Ad dictions Carving Flesh from Bones. They are Sold Into Slavery Beaten By Other People's Philosophies. They are Invisible. But not To Me.
I'm sure that home to many has a different meaning. It depends what kind of life they've been receiving. There are those with memories of hurt and pain. Some may not want to mention their families name. Others have childhood memories they are fond of. They may have a family that they're proud of! I think that in many cases, home is not what people see. It has a lot of importance. Both to you and me! What home means to me is to have our family together. And ask the Lord to bless it, with his love forever! God gave me a wife and children to take care of. May I not do things that I'd be ashamed of! I invite YOU Jesus, to be the head of our home! May we come together as a family, around your throne! May our family serve one another as we should. May the truths of God's word be applied and understood! May the Lord help us to get along, with our imperfections. May God's word be our "road map," for needed direction! There's no perfect home. Believe me! I know it! When it comes to family time… We all need to show it! Unless the lord builds the home… They labor in vain that build it! Let's seek God's blessing! So his love can completely fill it! Please come Jesus! And fill our home today! May our home be honored by what we do and say! By Jim Pemberton
The soul of the crab Oh how she hides behind that shell Lets no one see her feelings She's practical in everything But those feelings have her reeling She's sensitive, and hurt easy And her moods they be so many And yet she has not one bad bone Malice, she has not any. She be the one for queen and country Digs into history She's always loyal to her kin She loves her family She'll protect them with her life Don't no one touch her man!!! She has a brilliant memory And she'll get you when she can. Her mother, she loves very much But her children more than that Wherever there be family That's where she would be at And how she loves to entertain And cook delicious food And always she will be a mother In her heart will be her brood 9 August 2013 @ 2000hrs.
As sin and perversion often become integrated… So many lives and families are being "disintegrated." Many are being driven by sin's temptation force… It's no wonder much of this country is way "off course." The morality and values that once made a great nation. Are evaporating…. Leading to a "spiritual separation." Love, honor, and respect of God… Is often a "thing of the past." Anything of God seems to be disappearing FAST! God is our only hope! And him alone! Only he can bring healing to our broken homes! He's the answer to this wounded nation, that bleeds! It's only God that can meet all of our needs! He's our provider… The great: "I am!" Won't you reach out to him? And give him your hand? Why not give him a chance? And allow him in? A brand new life for you… Is waiting to begin! May we allow God's holiness and love to reach down into our hearts… Asking; "Lord please forgive our sins!" Is a good place to start! By Jim Pemberton
People were Many things. Strange or not People were Different and Odd and fun. People were Monsters but… That's not all People were And still are Strange and odd. People are People. For life is life. Yet not. Not is lies. Truth seeps from Every mouth Lies, lies, lies Move, move, move But somehow Lies prevail. Lies are life. Lies are death. Lies are homes. Lies are pain. Lies are truth. Yet somehow. Truth prevails. Truth is life. Truth is death. Truth is home. Truth is pain. Truth is lie. Truth is that. Lies will die. Lies will cease. Nevermore. Truth will live. Truth will be. Forever.
My parents taught me the Christian ways. I was taught to obey what the Bible says. I was proud of my parents! I really was! And loved them so much… Just because! They meant everything to me! I was proud! Until one day... There appeared "a dark cloud." It was like a "darkness" hovered above. Leaving their marriage empty of needed love! Though they were together many years. There were many cracks that soon appeared. I say a once happy home soon destroyed. Being with one another…. They no longer enjoyed! How could this happen! I had wondered… To see a happy marriage "totally plundered As sin crept in... And allowed to prevail. Very soon this marriage simply failed. May this be a warning for me and you… That our commitment remains faithful and true! If your marriage is heading toward separation… Please seek God for a healing and restoration! If your planning to have a divorce.. Jesus' love can put it on the right course! He can replace the brokenness and hurt within.. And can put your lives back together AGAIN! By Jim Pemberton
Oh how caring your smile can be, it always get the best of me. Your smile is filled with so much love and grace, it puts me in a daze. It is so radiant and bright it is truly uplifting and is certainly a delight. Oh your smile is lovable as can be, it always get next to me.
For many years... My life has been an embarrassment! Filled with hopelessness and discouragement! Many things I thought I had enjoyed... Have left in me... A large and empty void! Many nights, I would cry myself to sleep. Knowing the hole my life was in, was very, very deep. Then one day, I called out to God! I wasn't sure if he'd listen! My family, my old church, I was now missin'. My family prayed for me for so many years. I often brought them embarrassment and tears. God... I tried everything else... I want to come back to you! I need you now Jesus! I really do! Please come into my heart, and cleanse me within! Set me free from all addictions and sin! I know that you will never let go of my hand. My whole life, on your word, I shall now stand. Only you can satisfy the emptiness in my soul! I am now complete, satisfied, and made whole! By Jim Pemberton
1 Billion Rising. For Men Everywhere. Stop! Listen! Think! Act! Stop! Stop the abuse! Of grand-daughters, colleagues, daughters, girlfriends, partners, mothers, sisters, nieces, wives, all women. Listen! Listen to the voices! Of grand-daughters, colleagues, daughters, girlfriends, partners, mothers, sisters, nieces, wives, all women. Think! Think of how you treat, grand-daughters, colleagues, daughters, girlfriends, partners, mothers, sisters, nieces, wives, all women. Act! Act now to change yourself! Stop! Listen! Think! Act! The violence, the abuse, the rape, stops when you stop, the violence, the abuse, the rape. Stop! Listen! Think! Act! The violence, the abuse, the rape, is perpetrated by, grand-fathers, colleagues, boyfriends, husbands, nephews, brothers, partners, fathers, uncles, men, all men. Stop! Listen! Think! Act! The violence, the abuse, the rape, stops when us men stop, The violence, the abuse, the rape, today, now. Stop! Listen! Think! Act!
The long awaited day now comes, With cries along with bells and drums, Her belly throbbing, spinning-chair, For birth, for labor they prepare. There lots of people shouting names And nurses playing trolley games, The doctor came as water broke 'To labor room', the sisters spoke. The cries were roaring piercing ears, The friends were filling, hopes and fears, They rise their hands and ask to god, To ease her pain while crying odd. The labor room was quite something, And doctors wearing apron string, The beds were crowded lights were dim, But doctor peeps and makes a grim. The nurse then speaks 'the time ain't right'. But patient's pain was total fright, Again the doctor comes and peep, To see the cervix while she weep. The legs were wide the lights were bright, The cervix ripe and pain was right, She holds the edge while pushing hard, And doctor waiting, taking guard. The hair is seen and doctors smile, The time is wrote on nurses file, The head is out, the shoulder's out, The boy is out, the sisters shout. With cheer-some tears, she sees her son, The faces bright, the pain was done, The heart is blown, the sheets are thrown, The drinks are served, and heavens shown. The grandpa born, and grandma's dove, The husband takes the boy with love, The joyful kiss on tiny feet. While sweets are served in blissful heat. The car arrives to take her back The kins then walk as wolfs in pack, But cries are heard in labor room, With smiling faces, lilies bloom. ©Anees Rahman
Today we rise. No more hiding in the shadows, of culture, creed, tradition. No more silent complicity, defensive arguments, sickening pretences, shabby excuses, for the actions of men, brutal and coarse and vulgar and obscene and murderous and abusive. Today, we rise, as one. Today the change starts, with me, within me. Today we rise.
I sink into the steaming bath and soak my cares away, A glass of wine to cure the pain the damp brought on today; No screaming son to demand my time, today is just for me, A book is all I need to be as content as I can be; I call the local pizza place as the water cools and bubbles fade, I order up a large for me and hope it's not delayed; Soon the delivery man is on his way with a heavenly pizza pie; And I intend to enjoy every slice, just me, myself and I; The rain is coming down in torrents as I snuggle up on the couch; I slowly start feeling more like me, instead of Oscar the Grouch; I turn on my favorite movie, the one I've seen a thousand times; I enjoy every second as I relax, feeling sublime; My family will be home soon and their needs I'll have to tend; The sun sinks lower in the sky, as my perfect day draws to an end.
Modern Day Slave ( Wife and Mother ) Not one single holiday Three years have gone their way Cleaning house Changing diapers Preparing meals That are eaten in minutes Not one single holiday Four walls the only room to play Ironing shirts Washing clothes Cleaning dishes That get messed up every day No Not one single holiday Mother's life is meant to be this way Surgical implant for the kitchen sink She isn't even allowed to think While husband goes out on his hunt Husband goes out for a beer And eyes the other women who are there Not for one minute does he think Of the person at exhaustions brink Robot wife she stays at home Robot wife in her prison Not one day off in 1095 days Just a nigger Just a slave But mother hood was meant to be this way Husband goes out earns the wage Comes home tired and wants to rest Complains that wife has not done her best She hasn't the strength to argue back And she should be grateful There is no lack Diapers are always replete There is always enough to eat Husband has done his job Full time employment Is his choice But wife and mother she stays at home Constantly on holiday What holiday does she need And we won't mention driver fatigue She takes all the responsibility In bringing up their child Husband never changes a single diaper All he has to do is yell at her Not one day off in 1095 days Just a nigger Just a slave Never falls asleep at the wheel But its ok she doesn't even feel Husband goes out to see his friends Husband goes off on weekends Husband never stays at home Or lets his wife go out on her own Husband is happy with his slave Mother hood was meant to be this way Working every day House is spotless House is clean Husband has no reason to complain Unpaid worker she stays at home Gets her meals And gets her roof And does everything on her own Happy day for husband today He gets the chance to go away Maybe some pretty girls will be there So he can stand and stare He's so fed up of the tired dishevelled one He finds at home When and if he is ever there Three years without a holiday Does the law of Human Rights say its ok To be treated like a nigger An unpaid mother House maid Like a slave Another stuffed dead head Above the fire place
You came unexpectedly, and i was surprised, you smiled and placed your hand on the glass and cried. I leaned my head against the glass and told you i am sorry, i whisper through the phone line, ill start a new story. You knew i was innocent but you still didn't believe me, the only person i thought that would stay by my side but you couldn't be. Mom standing by your side and not wanting to talk, i got really upset that you came at all cause i didn't want to see you walk. I needed you, when i was in need, i was there for you when ever you didn't want to bleed. I loved you and i cherished you with all my heart, but before you left your words hit me like a really sharp dart. You said i failed you, you cried to me and i knew it was true. But i needed you to understand me, but you went your way and upset me. The glass is now empty and i cant find you even with the fact that I'm out, i tell you i love you but all you do is shout. I've lost you for good this time, so i think i have to do one more crime.
Bows in the pigtails, bows on the dress swinging her arms, loving all the sass bouncing and beautiful, rounding and rue we flow into the coming days, of kissing Sue. Sue is immortal, holding her babes, loving her man, cooking her meals, wanting for the beyond, entering her days slowing and slowing until she sits more than swings. And there you find her bowed back all alone, waiting for a call, wanting everyone back home, kisses so remote, we wonder how they disappear until we find warmth with the one who calls us home.
What is it when your heart is filled with joy? What is it when your soul sings for another? What is it when you begin to truly cherish someone? What is it when life seems so much easier? What is it when you begin to share internal thoughts with another? What is it when your eyes connect and express your thoughts without uttering a word? What is it when you are automatically drawn to a person? What is it when you find it hard not to think of someone throughout the day? What is it when you change the routine of your day for someone? What is it when little things become big things? What is it when everytime your clock ticks you think of someone? What is it when you sit and stare at pictures for no reason at all? What is it when you begin to ignore that person imperfections? What is it when you begin to yearn and crave for someone? What is it when the feeling of being apart for more than an hour is devestating? What is it when you find yourself making breakfast and you don't cook? What is it when you find yourself doing things out of the ordinary for another? What is it when you find yourself looking in the mirror just a little bit longer? What is it when you discover that life is so much better with this person? What is it when you feel like you are on top of the highest mountain? What is it when you feel like the ocean is so much calmer with this person? What is it when the phone rings and you are hoping it's that special person? What is it when you find yourself giving without a care in the world? The answer is SIMPLY LOVE!!!!!
Don't Look Under the Bed - by Bob Atkinson ..........Oliver Goldsmith tells the story .... out walking for his health a man spied his friend of years on pathway how "are you sir?" he asked with smile "not well" the gent replied back, looked terrified "... what happed sir to create this stir you seem so stressed this day do you feel under the weather perhaps you should stand in shade? ..." the man then told his story one of dubious glory had come home early yesterday and found his wife not at her work lying without on her bed no stitch of clothes or hat on head had looked down and seen some shoes not his size, but a style he knew looking further had seen his friend under the bed with open hand covering body parts unnamed a context which him inflamed "... hmmmm the first man perused this situation's not so unusual a fix of gross proportions one of life's heartless distortions the gent began to lament how he's sending wife to mother divorcing within the week slapping her with lawyer on each cheek his friend then held up hand to stop this track of mind which he thought not a path one should take in this situation of disgrace "friend," he said with saddened tone "you have no witness on your own just your word against your lover should you really send her to her mother? your word against her own you'll alimony pay through the nose and half your wealth will be disposed to this woman of lover spoken best never again look under her bed when you come home you should slam front door hard to make some noise yell 'Honey I'm Home' loudly in bright tones" thus, the gent saw sense in this went home with smile to his sweetness "Honey I'm home," he loudly declared upon entry he never again looked under bed or pantry
I keep my dreams and aspirations, stored away neatly in this box. Tied off with a pretty pink ribbon, secured tightly with key and lock. And every time I feel like a failure, I open it, so I can again feel alive. Arms of dreams tightly surround me, giving me strength I need to survive. I've hidden this box in a secret place, where I'm the only who can see. A beautiful box of hopes and dreams, finely sewn with love at the seams. This box is opened quite frequently, especially when we're apart – this rhetorical box of memories, in perfect synch with each beat of my heart
She does not own the perfect vital statistics, nor has a pointed nose,the shiniest hair. She is not as gorgeous as Miss Universe, But the world's turning because of her. Her hands are not as soft as cotton, Her skin is not as smooth as silk. She is not the hottest girl in a magazine. The girl that drives you to heaven. Her lips aren't like as Angelina Jolly, But has a power to send you in bliss. She is an extraordinary woman... She is your wife.... Love her with all your heart. Show her the beauty she owns inside. For she's the most beautiful woman, A mother of your child.
If you were a penny, I'd keep you in my front pocket every day. I'd shine and cleanse you daily, washing all troubles and woes away. If you were a diamond ring, on my finger is where you'd stay. I'd shine the stone feverishly, parting all frets and worries astray. If you were a novel, I'd place you at the very front of the shelf, I'd tear out the pages of misery, and swallow the depression myself. If you were as free as a butterfly, I'd cup you within my hands. I'd whisper all my secrets, then release you from all commands. If you were a painting, I'd pose you directly over so all could see, I'd dust away the tears and guilt, inhaling the particles inside of me. If you were a bronze statue, I would polish you until you shined. I'd scour away the torment, and any melancholy I should find. If you were a flower, I'd pluck the petals of bane from your life, I'd water and feed you frequently, nourishing the roots of strife. If you were an eagle, I'd admire your rare beauty from above, I'd watch you slowly soar into the horizon, taking with you, my heart, my soul and love.
Your beauty is a ripe and full as the moon in view so many tried to compete but there talents were to few for the mother that you are is a hard act to follow the love that you bring voids the hollow for our child's life is vibrant due to your generous amount of love so happy mother's babe for you have to give you already gave. (To my wife Courtney Dyer)
My tongue has no more blood; no tissue to slide through my teeth. I have bitten my tongue so long my message deflates beneath. © 2011 ~JSLambert Esquire
We began so little and young, Life beat us bad and twisted our tongue. You and I walked a pretty rough road I can say When you stumbled I was always there to make you stay. Stay and not give up, I didn't give up on you than, so I wont give up on you now, We danced our life so brutally and softly, but this time you didn't look my way and bounced. I thought we would go on like this forever, but I guess like people say, Nothing lasts forever.
We laugh and cry. We smile and have fun But even when that is all said and done In our hearts still lie the sadness and woes I guess our brains are too slow to know No amount of cheer can hold back what we feel With our souls overwhelmed we each find our way to deal Whether in anger or anxiety, in guarded fear or open minds We know that they are with us, in front and behind As birds of a feather we are drawn together Each carrying with us a pain that binds forever We have become so much more than simply friends The strength that we carry in us will always mend Our broken hearts and tradgic tales The hardships we have endured will make us prevail We are the women that we are today Because we let no limits hold us at bay. Written on the 11th of September as proof of the strength that I see everyday not just in my family and friends but in women everywhere. Not to be cliched but I truely believe that the ones I wrote this for are amazing women that I cherish very much and I hope you can feel it too :)
Prayer gift of the Spirit Makes us men and women of hope Prayer keeps the world Open to Eternal God To pray alone is good Even more beautiful Fruitful To pray together Many ways to become acquainted to Him There are experiences, groups Encounters, Courses To pray Take part of parish liturgies Be abundantly nourished by the word of Eternal God With active participation In the Sacraments The baptized Confirmed by the Eternal Holy Spirit The Holy Eucharist, communion So as to live as authentic friends and witnesses of Father Christ 4202013
I was beautifully designed and wonderfully made… There's nothing that God has given to me that I would ever trade! I was fashioned and created by God… With one thing in mind. To be an image of HIM… In a body by his design! He fashioned and formed me with the dust of the ground... He gave me his love. It 's all around! Though there are imperfections and "inflictions" within… God is patient and willing to forgive my every sin! Through life… I'll endure trials, heartache and despair... God is with me... He's always there! I know that his son, Jesus… Has given me his grace. He has provided for my life… "A resting place…" I'm going to serve this God… Whom I love so much! How I long for his presence… His "special touch…" Thank you God... For a "new" person you're helping me to be! And may your light continue to shine through people like me! By Jim Pemberton When I'm going through a discouraging time... This poem reminds me of how special that I am to God!
I Knew Someone Who Was Ready to "End It All!" I knew of someone who just wanted "to end it." Giving up on life, and did not want to "defend it." It was a heart wrenching and difficult situation. He said what he wanted to, with no explanation! I could see his face and the sad look in his eyes! What he was going to do next, was anyone's surprise. He turned to drugs and encountered addictions. With this brought much disease and afflictions! He gave up on the wonderful family that was given. And turned to a pretty wild and crazy way of livin'! I told him about a God who loves him very deeply. As he listened, he began to grow restless and weary. I reached for his hand and began to pray for God's power! It was a miracle! The blood of Jesus changed him that hour! The spirit of God brought healing and hope to his body! He was so excited! He rushed out to tell everybody! The "end" that he wanted, seemed to just fade away! For the son of the living God, changed him this day! The glory of God, and the power of Jesus' resurrection… Changed him! And got him going in a NEW direction! He's so thankful for the blood of Christ' atonement! And is a different person now, because of that moment! This same Jesus loves and can do the same for YOU! Through the problems of life… He will see you through! By Jim Pemberton
A lovely lady; Growing inside, a new life. A man in a tux. Another bell rings now. Final grades, balanced college offers, Off to another adventure. Damp ground, headstones. Growing inside, a new life, Done with their adventures. -Caroline Youngless
It was my mother who nurtured me as a boy and showed me what I would see in a good wife, but it was my father that groomed me to be a good man and provider for my wife and family. Once my mother and fathers work was done, my God then lead me to my wife and it was his inspired word that held me accountable to my vows to her until he calls me home.
The gracious woman is hated She is not overrated but such a natural one Morals and values dictated Through her trials and tribulations her smiles stun Family and friends created Stay optimistic throughout the long run The woman is so courageous A strong heart is number one She seems to be contagious Her relationships are always undone Her worthiness is outrageous To find another is dreadful To lose her is regretful A woman of this caliber is so special
Elvis. Oh Elvis you were handsome, big and grand At times folk found you hard to understand. And life for you so quickly it did move My friend it seems you had so much to prove. You gave the world the power of your song And your bonding with your mother was so strong. Religion it was strong within your Psyche To sing those spirituals you really liked. Your mind at times was battered and so bruised And times you seemed all mixed up and confused. An enigma, you so different in your ways You really brought some colour to our days. You sang your songs, you made it to the top In spite of this your troubles did not stop As that greedy man he pushed you all the way And kept you down and always had last say Yes you were such an asset to this man As you sang and made him rich it worked to plan. When fame and fortune took you by the hand It seemed you had the world at your command. And then you lost the women in your life Your mother and your daughter and your wife Oh Lord it left you cold and oh so sad And though you had so much your life turned bad. And so you killed yourself with your bad ways Cause joy was never there to fill your days. I hope you've found some peace now where you are Even though you be no more a star. Elvis how your name just lingers on As still the world gets lost within your songs
Women's Day wiping away those tears of the brutal truths of your past wiping away those tears your spirit rises up, far beyond your scars and your strength resides deep within you with an unshakeable resolve that shall forever last ...the weakened men whose brute force is so macho and empty and that has always been in your face are now nothing but specks of aging, obsolete rust flitting past you, for you hold it all together as you always have rising up firm and strong from being shoved into the dust ...you are a mother, a lover, a daughter, a wife, and a worker ... above all a worker you have been tying the loose ends together time after time always there yet unseen ...a woman you are of fibre of courage of being the bedrock on which we trample on whose shoulders this world stands as you continue to work ceaselessly on with lines on your face and with raw wounds on your hands but... now your time has come and no longer will you silently bear the jabs and taunts of men for now you proudly declare that a mother am I, a daughter too, a lover and a wife as well and now the time has come for them to awaken to the tolling a new bell ...a bell that tolls for you for you have taken back the pride and dignity that they stripped off you for ages for now theirs is a lost cause while your battle still defiantly rages through cities and homes and villages and in town after nameless town for now the bell has tolled and the time has passed for you to be ever again put down
Hamba Kahle Anene Booysen! (1996 – 2013) Dead at 17, brutally raped and left to die, in the dirt, at a construction site in Bredasdorp. 'horrific', 'repulsed', 'brutally raped', 'shocked', do these words mean anything, to anyone, anymore. Not to Anene Booysen, murdered at 17, brutally raped and left to die, in the dirt, at a construction site in Bredasdorp. Anene was raped, savagely mutilated, Her 17 year old body tossed aside, by the hands of men. Men, always men, cowardly, beastly, perverted, twisted men. 'Beastly', 'perverted', 'twisted', do these words mean anything, to anyone, anymore. Not to Anene Booysen, who now lies cold and dead. How many Anene Booysens will it take, for us, society, families, people, human-beings, and, men, especially men, to excise the ghastly menace, of the heinous capacity that resides, within men, always men, to brutalise, rape, mutilate, and murder. 'Brutalise', 'murder', 'rape', do these words mean anything, to anyone, anymore. Not to Anene Booysen, murdered at 17, brutally raped and left, to die, in the dirt, at a construction site, in Bredasdorp. Anene Booysen (1996 – 2013) * – Hamba Kahle – "Farewell, Travel Well" in Zulu ** – Bredasdorp is a small town near Cape Town, South Africa
Patradoot or The Messenger26 /Many English version by Ravindra K Kapoor Originally written in Hindi by my Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor These Indian women, who were called salves of man, And even showed as degraded by the writer publisher Ms. Mayo, You would see, what courage and bravery they have shown, You can witness and see from your eyes, dear letter. You will see them fighting fearlessly, dear letter, While wearing beautiful saffron color sarees, As if, the goddess of courage is giving them strength, To peacefully face lathe's and beatings on them, Some where you will witness on your way, dear letter, How bravely these women are struggling, while bearing, Tortures and lathe's in love of their motherland, They go even to jails without fearing cruealities. Such was the courage faced by brave and bold Indira,* The only daughter of Kamla* on Zero Road, dear letter, When she saved the honor of national flag, While fearlessly struggling to carry on the procession. Ravindra Kanpur India 6th August 2010 to continue in 27 *Kamala …Full name Mrs. Kamla Nehru. The reference is for the mother of Mrs. Indira Gandhi or the late 1st woman Prime Minister of India.. Kamla Nehru wife of Jawaharlal Lal Nehru. She was a great social worker and Freedom fighter. My mother or the writer's ( Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor ) wife to whom the entire Patradoot is dedicated used to go with Late Kamla Nehru, as her regular companion to awaken the women and men living even in poverty and slums areas of Allahabad * Indira or Mrs. Indira Gandhi. The reference is of Mrs. Indira Gandhi, who later on became the Prime Minister of India. She was taking part in the non-violent movement of Mahatma Gandhi, even while she was quite young. Indira Gandhi was also from Allahabad. Protected as per Poetry Soup's copy write protections Note: If any reader who is not a member of Poetry soup has any question or queries, they can send me an email on firstname.lastname@example.com Patradoot in Hindi was originally written by my father late Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor in 1932, when he was imprisoned by the British, as he was fighting for India's freedom under the leadership of Mahatma Gandhi. After India's independence as a true follower of Gandhi Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor left active politics and devoted rest of his life in writing easy mass literature and wrote many Dramas, Poetry books, epics. All his other literary works were mainly written from 1955 to 1990. He left this mortal world in 1994.
Will you choose your mother or me Asked wife who would not let it be As I said oh brother Sought help from another And I called her mother to see
Over your head is a shining light, Oh mother Mary what a blissful sight. You came to the world to bless us all, You brought a son to save the world. You appear to the sick to give them hope, To bless them and comfort their soul. So gentle mother Mary, please bless me And my family in this life's journey. A journey of hope that the ever lasting place Is a better place for us all. Please mother Mary help the sick, Heal them with your blessings this i wish. I kiss the ground where you walked, The land of the Cedars that stood so tall. You are there in every place, On our hearts we engraved your face.
You are a woman with pried and proven, no need to state it...it can be seen and proven! You are a woman...vibrant and sassy filled with a radiant glow that can be seen from afar, no need to prove it! You are a woman...a mother to many not just your own a multiply diverse persona, no need to prove it! You are a woman…a wife a sister and a daughter as well, a sultry sophisticated woman, no need to prove it! You are a woman…a cook a doctor and sometimes a lawyer for the guilty even if you she knew you did it, no need to prove it…its been known since the day I first layed my eyes upon you. I myself simply call you my wife and the mother of my children. Understood by me and never needed to be proven!
Dad heard a scream from up stairs, He ran to his son's rescue and found him in tears. "What's the matter son?" Dad gently said, There's, there's a monster in the bathroom and I'm really scared. "It's lumpy and hairy with a warts on it legs," "And on it's chest it has what looks like two scrambled eggs" "It's belly hangs all the way down to it's knees "Daddy, daddy, protect me please!" "It knows my name, it, it said it through a toothless grin," "It's face is vomit green." "Enough," said Dad smiling, "There's no such thing." A rumbling noise came from the bathroom. Go see Dad but come back soon. Dad stood by the bathroom door for a while be fore he went in And when he opened it his terrified son heard dad scream. The monster had a huge wart on it's bum That's when dad recognized it and said " Son needs therapy now How could you mum" *For Lisa who gave me the title. I hope it is good for you as it was for me :-)*
Do you remember how she smelled like Christmas? How she smiled like rain? Do you think of her, sometimes when snow and laundry soap fill your senses? Or when the wind catches the leaves and they laugh in your ear sing you to sleep? Maybe it's the reason your eyes cloud over when you feel silk against your fingers Because for a moment you're cradled in her arms Peter Pan and Hook tugging at your eyelashes Some bittersweet reminisce of quilted portrait frames salted tears and candy-cane red lipstick tuning your dreams And with simple twinges of regret feather-like brushes of remorse you cave collapse Wish you could remember more than a smell or a sound fainter than teardrops Wish everything didn't remind you you couldn't.
In the several centuries Before the coming of Christ The Jews in Palestine re-examined Eliminated some of the books From existing collection As not in harmony with the Law of Moses as Of doubtful inspiration The Pharisees set up four criteria Which their sacred Books had to pass In order to be included In the revised Jewish Canon (1) They had to be in harmony with the Pentateuch (Torah or Law) (2) They had to be written before the time of Ezra (3) They had to be written in Hebrew (4) They had to have been written in Palestine
I am woman … WOMAN Of Congo, Chewed, Spat out, And bestowed with straw basket To fetch water. You set upon us Wild dogs, Stretching our legs wide, Ripping out our genitals and dignity To nurse your children's Craving. 'fore you design gods; Ones who create dolts, Small-minded folks, And feast on minerals – Congo was a lady And I … I am WOMAN, Strong black woman. I bought some views On black market; They are rare commodities, Sat down with glass of nsamba on the rocks And seriously contemplate … It is hard to buy Black market stuff; We are set up To think East is inferior to west, Barring them Europeans Who broke their necks To dwell in Canaan. One thing is for sure, They alleged a better name And substitute The ones we were given; Those with implications. Oh, what things we see When we start looking From our own eyes. I am WOMAN … Woman alone And taken against my desire, Ravished by the corporations; The gods who create your children I am WOMAN, Woman from Congo.
I'm So Very Thankful… I'm so thankful for everything the Lord has made... Everything he's created… His beauty is displayed! I'm so thankful for the breath I have to breathe… Until that one day, from this earth, I shall leave. I'm so thankful for the way God has made so evident. The principles of his word… Are so relevant! I'm so thankful for the beauty and glory he's shown… It has brought blessings and healing to my home! I'm so thankful for the many things he's done for me… He's given me his love which flows abundantly! I'm so thankful that each day,.. Is another to live for him… He's taken away my pain and has forgiven every sin. I'm so thankful that I can write these words from my heart. I know that he's with me. And he'll never depart! I'm so thankful that you're reading what I've been saying… May this cause you to once again start praying! I pray that this same Jesus I know… Who's merciful and kind… Will speak words of hope to you and give you a peace of mind. I pray that before you go to bed and this day has ended. You'll allow Christ to have your heart "amended." Thank you Lord! For what you've done and are going to do… It's another way that I can say "I LOVE YOU!" Thank you Lord! For all that I've received and so much more… You've made my life complete… And are worth living for!
What's Happening to Marriages Today? I was listening to someone just the other day… And I couldn't believe what he had to say! He had left his wife and children for another! She was young enough to be his daughter! Here they were, "in love" and holding hands! Hoping to soon, get their "wedding bands!" They were pretending that this was so "cool." Living now by their own "set of rules!" How sick and disgusting this is getting to be! Is this something that many can't see? God gave us Adam and Eve to become one. To bear fruit through daughters and sons! He gave us marriage as holy vows are made. Not to march in an "adulterous parade!" We are treading on very dangerous ground! Faithfulness and commitment are scarcely found! The very definition of marriage is changing! As the family unit is always rearranging! Our only hope is in Jesus! And him alone! Let's promote his love! Into our hearts and home! Let's allow his love to be our heart's glue! And bring new meaning to the words; "I love you!" May his love bind our hearts and lives together! And remain faithful to each other forever! By Jim Pemberton
Shades of color bounce within Singing their hues dancing in place Vivid lines colored outside Rules broken with empty space A midnights dream heard and seen Gleaming from the twinkle of a eye Wings touched flown and plucked Gliding like a bird up in the sky Wishes from pennies thrown into tears The reservoir over flowing with pigments of pain Drowning from the shadows The flood paints the day Words speak volumes of silence hidden Their sounds blind to what they see Mirrors of nouns and verbs Their meaning and secrets lost at sea Emotions ruled by laws of language Spelled in boxes of glass Melted from sands inside That voices strangle to grasp
Clothe her in purple For she must be dressed Sprinkle her with gold Indeed she is blessed Adorn her with strength And comfort her with love Prepare her with wisdom Always shine light from above Let her sing from the heart For nations will hear her cries Tears for equality, justice, and peace Escape her eyes Faithful and loyal She deserves her crown While he unchained the dream She helped hope take its place to remain unbound Her work never ends as she manages her home 'She must be praised' her children confessed Clothe her in purple She must be dressed
America resides within the heart of all Who believe in freedom, choice, voice and opportunity Deny, not, the display of pride within yourself Or else you'd deny pride in this land of the free America, more than land, it's home to you and me Some dare tread, take arms against and try to squash All that America ever stood for, which is evident to all They fear the freedom, strength and all that's offered As they know, against us, they would never stand tall And for all their attempts, America makes them fall This 9-11, let us not focus on terrorist actions But, on those Americans lost, that still live in our hearts Remember and honor them by living the American dream Exhibiting the ideals and always doing our part Showing all, America has muscle but lives through its heart
Its your Halloween rave, having your mascaraed With all your best friends from back in the day Liz Lauren and Blake and while they're dressed like skanks I'm on the front line of battle Howlin like jackle with A real nasty cackle puttin a razor blade in the sack of Blake's apples crack in Lauren's snapple Staddle Liz like mclovin But I am more like faghole As I babble at her ass Axe her fast and mash her up like cattle Sneak back and tackle your dad and put him in shackles Shove sour patch kids Down your trap and gaggle Its abominable, so unbelievable But its inevitable, the end is kissable I have rattled these kids psyches squirming like a centipede, cutting them like celery hear their squeamish screams echo in the streets as the creepy bells of the chapel ring I remain a mystery You'll need nancy drew, and at least 3 of the hardee boys to find what I'm up to Theres this gloom that looms down in your basement room Consuming shrooms, enhaling fumes to escape your doom Witches zoomin by on their brooms makin sonic booms Quick call scooby doo, but I killed him too You heard a loud pound cause I cut the fuse so you Run away to a motel room, assuming your safe And As you look the other way, I got my fangs in your veins and stranglin your neck Too bad you didn't text your friends to tell them who is next Hmm let me think for a sec. As Hex your boy rex with an incessant twitch, till he is dead in a ditch Hang him from bunny man bridge Yo dude turn the lights on But there's no flip to switch , I have flipped the script Its bewitched with no miss to kiss Exorcist with no priest to dismiss the spirit So the town clock strikes half past 3 There's one last gas before i must sleep Or i will crash fast if the light touches me Put on the mask jack, just like the sixth scream I need to grasp havoc, till i hear shrills and shrieks Please back rabbit, these chills aint for teens As I stick a cherry bomb in your moms exhaust pipe Run up on you with nine a knife, and the head of your wife Its useless I'm the nuisance that's abusive yet conducive To your fear that I am near So close I could whisper in your ear Smell the shampoo in your hair Wipe the floor with your tears And as you look up in the mirror I'm there ready to smear your blood all over the chair as I stab you with my spear I crush a coors beer then Leave you re crops there dead, red spread on the floor But I hear a knock on the door Are you okay honey? "Yes mommy, just got a cold sore"
I walk outside to see all that I can see. Over there is our house, our home, In the distance, you can see. And that place of hallowed happiness Forever has been our home And forever will be so evermore. That house is small but raised us tall, From the perfect parents who loved us so To the perfect sister for which every man would want. The house built us all up strong. More than a mere building, It is a place to love and be loved, A place that hands you hope that you give right back, And a place of everlasting faith. This home is where my parents taught me about God And opened me up to Jesus. They opened the eyes of the blind for all to see, And the blind included me. They taught me to be the best I can be; The best things in life are free. They have taught us so well, And they all have saved my soul. Even if I am not there now, I carry Him with me. I carry them with me. I carry Their values and Their teachings with me. In this house, this home, We reside. We cannot forget this. This is where my Mother lives. This is where my Father lives. This is where my Sister lives. This is where We live, In this loving, caring, beautiful home They made just for us. We cannot forget this either. This is where it all began. This is where the hunger and thirst was created; This is where we are fulfilled. We cannot, we must not forget this: This is where God lives. This is where Jesus lives. This is where The Lord lives; The Father and The Almighty. This is where We live; This is where We reside. We must not forget this. We must not forget this: What a beautiful and perfect life this is.
What's Done In Secret… Will Come Out In The Open! I've read God's word, and it's clearly spoken… What's done in secret… Will come out in the open! I've been guilty of this, too many times! I never thought of it, to really be a "crime?" "Nobody's watching" was the thought pondered… As my mind began to "explore and wander." It didn't take long for my life to go "off course." By a powerful wind of temptation's force! No matter how many times I took time to pray… This "secret" held on, and wouldn't go away! I went to church on Sunday and prayed and cried. This "secret" remained, no matter how hard I tried! God told me, I was to give up what surrounded me! This was hard to do, but God was there to help me! Many things I thought I needed, to give me pleasure… Didn't fulfill the love that God gave! An eternal treasure! As each day passes on… I want to humbly confess… I'm giving my life to God! He'll take care of the rest! May the Lord Jesus stir a deep passion within… May it be my desire to be more like HIM! God is the God of yesterday, today and tomorrow! I've no secrets with him! No more shame or sorrow! Jesus is the Lord of lords! And the King of kings! He's my lord and savior! My everything! By Jim Pemberton
I saw you today On this day I feel new No longer blue, or sad or any of those emotions I sometimes have There was some forgiveness, in your voice Those words danced on the lobes of my ears I was quiet too the moment absorbing Then the tears You said, I believe you
Many a moon ago you said I do and shortly there after we became parents it is quite clear there was never any other for to me you are the perfect mother sensitive and caring loving and daring a special blend that makes you unique. on this day of praise I raise you up above the rest for in my eyes your'e the best at everything you do. so once again happy mother's
They Left so Abruptly (for the countless South Africans, of all colours, who dedicated their lives for freedom and democracy) the valiant ones countless many known many more nameless the truest sons and singers husbands and poets lovers and wives daughters and farmers workers and sisters brothers and friends they left so abruptly with quiet pride steely courage gentle dignity they left so abruptly leaving us our tomorrows brighter hopeful filled with promise they left so abruptly so that we may breathe the breath of liberty the air of freedom the warmth of justice they left so abruptly leaving with us their parting gift freedom inkululeko swatantrata liberte azadi vhudilangi libertad they left so abruptly yet we remember them all today in the days that slipped away and in the many more that we await they left so abruptly yet they remain hewed into our memories etched in our consciences engraved in our hearts they left so abruptly and yet they endure with us within us now and forever more
Praying in her back room Her eyes focused on her Father Even when downtrodden Never giving up On her family, Making it her mission to Embrace love and the ability to Nestle their desires Absentmindedly she forgets her own significance, while Love and trust is all she Wish for, to Open the doors to her heart, she Magically succeeds to keep Everybody happy, Never forgetting, that to get love you need to give love…
Her clothes soaks in a sea of sweat, her skin wet, brown and muddy, as though floating in a Lake with debris. Notorious in her screams and dangerous in her gaze Making her the worst villain of the neighborhood been greatly antagonistic to Manhood as agony and frustration befell her, comparative to experiencing a difficult means of Livelihood. Medication may be an immediate remedy but will not stop her hatred towards the brotherhood. In difficulty, she curses and swears, her sexuality, been the target and victim. Increase severity of her present situation, makes her casualty to moral decadence and deterring her ability to be sane. Her thinking faculty, substituted with rage, and naughty questions flooding her mind like the spring as she wondered why Humanity is propagated through such pain The Balloon of Life gone so flaccid, her pains, like the infiltrating effect of an Acid. Just one last push to proceed, knowing fully well, she will succeed and finally, the glorious result of a seed. She has been in a Barren Land so dry, the feeling of darkness, she is ready to fry the transition to light, she gives a try which becomes accomplished with a Newborn's cry.
just because you see me walking down 'ho boulevard does not mean i'm for sale... i don't have an advertising sign up inviting you to taste and see a woman can't walk down the street in broad daylight dressed in a baggy t-shirt and sweats rockin' an afro puff on a hot summer day without being propositioned in violation of my rights as a woman to be free from sexual harassment and I'm mad about it my "NO" to your obnoxious offer is real talk and you should know the difference between what's for sale and what's not on the auction block so g'long an' lef' muh tuh walk in peace makes a woman want to carry a concealed weapon and go blasting could never walk the hallways play in the yard or even pray without somebody bothering me pulling on my clothes or grabbing at me for some sick reason the next one is going to get a surprise so g'long an' lef' muh tuh walk in peace ~in honor of the women who have walked ahead of me... (c) 2011 PoetryofMotion! All Rights Reserved
An Adulterous Situation I knew of a couple, involved in an adulterous situation. A person involved, claimed that he was a Christian! He told others that he wanted to tell her about the Lord… But this involvement in sin, he couldn't well "afford!" A "casual" encounter led to the marriage's destruction. Her husband was so hurt, he could hardly "function." How could this man think there's "nothing wrong with it." "It must be fine." He thought. "everyone's doing it!" Jesus has come, that we might have freedom from within! Going to church, doesn't give us a "license to sin!" God gave us marriage, as a holy and divine covenant! He gave us his word, so that our lives can be abundant! May this be a stern warning to one and all! That which may look attractive, will cause us to fall! If there's something more from marriage that you desire… Be careful! Your deep passions will burn like a fire! May I encourage you to pray and seek the Lord above! And ask him to build your marriage on his love! Only he can restore everything the enemy has taken! He'll be with you, when you may feel totally forsaken! Adultery is like a cancer cell… That will eventually destroy! It'll rob you of the many blessings, that God wants you to enjoy! What God has joined as one... May there be no separation! But a heart of unselfishness, and a renewed dedication! By Jim Pemberton
Divorce Isn't Always A Good Choice! I met a person who's been married for many years. When he talked to me, he was in tears! He was faced with the option of divorce! And now, he feels his life is driven "off course." His wife said she's through. She's "all done." And doing things which seemed "fun." Beyond each day and the circumstance… Does this marriage even "have a chance?" Why do people seem happier when they're apart? Far too often, this ends up in a broken heart! Too often, people "give up" on what they believe! But it's so many lies, is what they receive! I spoke to this person, of God's purpose and meaning! Into God's loving arms, is where he needs to be leaning! When life changes, and marriage seems to have failed you… Jesus is here! And wants to put his arms around you! There's hope and answers to all of your problems! You'll find the answer in God's word! HE can solve them! The best choice for you is to come and trust HIM! Give Jesus your life! Come now and love HIM! All he needs is for you to give him an invitation! He'll change you! And make you a new creation! His love can do what no other power can ever do! He'll bring new meaning in the words; "I LOVE YOU!" By Jim Pemberton
The midnight clings to dwarfish kings While robot drones, adorning thrones, Kneel, bowing to the Old...Guard. Arrhythmic clocks and wooden box Grace FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard. The diplohacks, in melting wax, Are swept along, a thriving throng, Just dying for a life...guard. And Nun, alone, has beached their bones In FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard. Beyond the streams, a raven screams At loser fish that swarm and swish; Nun gently drips her dreams...jarred. There are no thanks along the banks Of FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard. While FRiar smiles and prowls the aisles The hierarch obeys his bark; His maw is oozing pure...lard. He tells you who and what to do In FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard. Well, FRiar's pets are in a sweat; He calls the tunes near burning dunes And taps his cloven feet...charred. They roast in rooms within the tombs In FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard. His myrmidons, they drool and fawn While chanting verse near FRiar's hearse - Extolling, wild, the van...guard. Remote controls promote the trolls In FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard. With faces straight, in bent debate, They compromise their empty lies With any passing re...tard. Grey zombies groom white flies in bloom In FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard. Small-Bro is Big Brother's little brother. diplohack is a hack who excels in diplomacy. Unfortunately, the common workplace is even worse, and that is no fantasy... To be continued...
I'm a goddess My flow is unspeakable Not too many situations are infeasible A goddess I'm surely irresistible Besides my persona the reason isn't invisible A goddess I'm gracious always A real stand up woman the woman she don't play A goddess Courageous in all ways Up against a man my heart will outweigh A goddess A woman with intuition A passion for life and the quality of it's condition A goddess I'm a woman authentically Progressively complexity, I love my femininity
God Gave Us Our Sexuality… God gave us our sexuality and told us how to use it. But many have ignored him, and have "abused it." Through his word, he's given us his "set of rules." So many have refused it, and have become "fools." The fool has purposed in his heart God does not exist. Yet his beautiful handiwork is all around their midst. Many have chosen to turn his truth into a lie. And often, they burn in lust till the day they die. Many have offered their bodies for ungodly things. Not caring the consequences this really brings! Many are involved with perversion of various kinds. Having a warped sense of morality in very confused minds So many aren't happy with the way they're created. Their own sexual identity is often debated. You were wonderfully designed and beautifully made. Please don't end up as sin's "sexual slave!" God made you special… And has a perfect will! Your every need… His love can fulfill! Don't settle for what may be "your innocence lost" Think about the work Christ did on the cross! God can help you to resist the man "sexual temptations." And can bring to your life his peace and true satisfaction. You don't have to live like you did before! God can restore your life and do so much MORE1 By Jim Pemberton
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What if Christmas wasn't here? What if Christmas disappeared? Whenever December came... It just wouldn't be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? The true meaning of Christmas would be in danger! If this happened... There would be no nativity. We wouldn't have Christ' peace and tranquility! It's almost like this now! It's an "ever increasing business." It seems like nearly everyone wants "Christ out of Christmas!" Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it's true meaning? The very words; "Merry Christmas," seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; "Happy Holiday." For fear they may "offend." Having a "holiday" without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior's birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let's not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he's done. As we bring honor to Christ. God's precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton
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The modern day women of today are abused and tortured. Not the physical of scars and wounds, but the mental of intellectual suffocation. What man can say: I am the bearer of life. show me your proof and I'll show you a liar. What man can step forward and say: I was not born from a woman. What man can say: I did not spend 9 months in their mother's womb. The truth is plain to see. The hatred for women is bitterly unjust. We should not simply acknowledge our women, but understand, respect and love our women for they are walking sanctities of wisdom and truth. How can we celebrate life without saluting our wonderful women? The nurtures of time; past, present and future and still we choose to cast authority over them. This general consensus of ownership must stop. There is nothing weak in acknowledging a female heart. As a man it is not a crime to say; I love you mother. I love you sister. I love you wife. I love you friend. On my behalf, I will respect each and every woman regardless of if she respects herself. Yet in time, I know she will grow to love her own. Valuing her every curve, acquired intellect, display of heart, and ounce of spirit. As a beautiful and insightful woman, in time she will grow to love herself, love her eyes and love her soul Just as I will accordingly do. For more poetry goodness visit www.checkmyflow.co.uk
What the world Thinks a woman is? That's her 'reputation'. Sadly, It's often based On false accusation, Prejudice and supposition. Upon further investigation What's been found, She really is? That's her 'character'. For its her heart's Attunement and intention, That truly matter. (Hence, the question.) At any rate Though it is fate, Which presents Her circumstances, Love still requires That a woman Take her chances, To determine her character. In that way The seeds of Her wisdom will scatter. If here and now She were to somehow, Receive an unexpected And sudden impact, How would she react? How would she respond? If the truth be known, Character is a diamond That scratches a little, Every other stone. Yet never Has there been A magic wand, Rock or crystal More powerful Than a woman's Strong backbone. We each need A mind and will Of our own, To fulfill. Character Is a victory, Not a gift. Underneath the mystery Lies the lesson To uplift. Character, As a kettle Once mended, Always requires repairs. Sin, As a bad habit Once transcended, Always requires prayers. Like the story goes, A person shows What she is; By what she does With what she has, Not by whom She knows. Self-determinism Is fine but needs To be tempered With self-control. Misfortune will Usually decline wherever Soul recognition Becomes The ultimate goal. ---------------------------------- Wisdom Poetry by Rev.Bola A (copyright: 12May'12) ----------------------------------
I've seen many families in difficult situations! Often ending up in lies and false accusations! I've seen many families stray way off course… And tragically, often, end up in a divorce! I've seen the hardships that many families endure. Their faith has often been shaken. That's for sure! I've seen many families trying to give 100 percent. And then wondering where all of their time went! I've seen all these things happening and much more! I have wondered; "what is all of this happening for?" I've just one thing to say in this "chaotic confusion." Only the blood of Jesus gives any hope or solution! It's only in his word, we'll find a godly direction! His Holy Spirit can give true and loving correction! May we seek his spirit to bind us all together! And pray for his blood for our protection forever! Please come Lord Jesus, and refresh our soul! We need you right now, to make us whole! Please touch our heart, and make us all one! And heal every father, mother, daughter and son! Please help us to watch what we'll do and say! You can turn our darkest night into the brightest day! By Jim Pemberton
Mortal Angels as people are unemployed these days Ask help for certain Mortal Angels Today and everyday They will not refuse to assist you 12132011
I am a mom I am a wife A daughter and sister I am a author and a writer I am a person witj compassion and care There are all kinds of people out there I am lazy at times and hard worker never the same all the time. I am me and thats all i can be
I love you for being my husband. I thank you for all your love. I thank you for being there, A special person sent from above. I thank God for sending you to me, For giving me a life with you. And our children he entrusted me. Your acceptance, guidance and care, Given so unconditionally. Together with my love and certainty, Give us so much to share. I feel a special bond not there before. It gets stronger every day. Making within me such awesome happiness, My heart longs to soar. I know that I am not always perfectly undoubting. We both have our failures and imperfections. I think, however, our short comings and trials Build between us stronger connections. I believe that God has brought us together, Because each has a lot to offer the other. You, as the father and husband, And me, as the wife and mother. Summer Gratias
Introduction: It's a piece dedicated to the lullaby of a different kind. It's something which has happened to many out there, but the experience is distinctively significant… A priceless surprise, silenced all in its tune By a soft heavenly cry, from the delivery room Only a few hours was the night; so young Where for the first time, she opened her eyes, While by her side her dearly loved one For the last time, closed her teary eyes Father held her near and resounded to her cry; But all mother could share was, this lullaby – The long last beep from the ECG Echoed her heartbeat…The last goodbye Happiness and sadness broke through the night With streams of tears for mother's plight; She never had the chance to hold her close But left precious prayers that never left her side As she came down to their hearts Her soul flew up high apart, The transfer of two lives through one, Their journey was complete and done Caught within that reverie He conveyed the Azaan through her ears, In the wake of such irony He fell down to prostrate in tears When all hopes seemed to end, father's prayer did transcend O' Almighty became her closest friend and had for her a Grande plan, Under HIS mercy and HIS guide, she flourished through the darkest nights To a new beginning – she set off to write.
The sun sets while the loyal footsteps of a shadow enveloped in a drape of rudhira walks down from one corner of the house to another in obedience. Multiple jobs and multiple voices call out her name every second, asking for a lifelong performance. Happiness in the smiles of others, the belief that is carried; ingratitude is ignored. Selling pieces of herself for their sake, vaulting the tears in a closet and wishing for the dawn to come sooner. The image of her likeness stands up, and cuts the cramp of her sheets of toil, metamorphosing it into a modern art, walking down the streets under the sun of liberation.
I missed my wife today while she had to be away. Realised how lonely I'd be if she wasn't here with me. Without her love and smile life wouldn't be worthwhile I missed my wife today. I missed my children today seeing them happily at play. Sunny days and ice creams bedtime stories before dreams. They've grown and moved on now my little ones are gone. I missed my children today. I missed my father today working Monday to Friday. Taking us out on Saturday. preaching in church on Sunday. Taken from us far too young long before his life was done. I missed my father today. I missed my mother today busily getting through the day. Dinner cooking, smelling good afternoon read when she could. Never a moan, often a smile looking after us, all the while. I missed my mother today. I missed them all today.
It's Hard To See Someone Go Through' Pain... "It's hard to see someone I love go through so much pain." Were the words I heard that night I called on Jesus' name. "This person whom I love, has gone through so much." "How I wish to bring my peace and healing touch." I cried and wept, as I heard the master's voice. His gift of love is for all of us... It's our choice! His body was broken... A sacrifice was made. His life for our sorrow and pain, is what he gave. His grace is more than sufficient for the pain we endure. His love and commitment to you, is true and secure. He loves you so much. He waits at your heart's door. He gives peace and comfort. And so much more! The pain and suffering you're going through today. Please listen to the words Christ has to say. "I am El-Shadaii." "Jehovah-Jireh." "Your very best friend." "My love and devotion to you will never, never end." By Jim Pemberton
God designed marriage as the real thing! Anything less, is what a counterfeit brings! His concept of one man and woman is very real. He's not interested in bowing to "man's appeal." His court of justice rings very loud and clear! The truth of his word shall NEVER disappear! You can look in Genesis and it is found! He created Adam from the dust of the ground! He designed Eve from one of his ribs! They were joined together as both lived! He didn't need a constitution to know "their rights." He gave them HIS WORD as their guiding light! Satan has been trying to pervert what God created! This is a truth. And need not be debated! We have cheapened the value of the marriage institution! And have added needless chaos and confusion! Through the Bible, one husband and wife are taught! Unless you want to live in Sodom, as did Lot! Ungodly perversions take many forms and kinds. And it soon piles up garbage into our minds! "What God has put together." "Let no man put asunder.!" Many ideas of "marriage," is a total blunder! One man and one woman is what God ordained in Eden. It was Adam and Eve. Not Adam and Steven! The choices in life are yours! And yours alone! Who is going to be the Lord, of your heart and home? By Jim Pemberton
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You know that another year is ending. What kind of lifestyle have you been spending? Does it just seem like "you're walking on a cloud." "Everything's going good." You're very proud! You have a family, three cars, and much wealth. Not counting all of your friends... Plus good health. Have you thought about who made all of this possible? Jesus! You may find this to be "improbable." The Bible says that every good gift is from God on high. His word is true Don't listen to a lie! It's surely not just because of you that you have all of this. To go along in life, rather "happy and bliss." The next time you're heading out your front door. Think about the meaning of life. And what you're here for! Lay your treasures up in heaven... and you shall find. A godly contentment. True joy. And a peace of mind. The blessings of God... In you... He wants to pour. Give what you have to him... And then you'll have MORE! By Jim Pemberton
Marriage Is Under Attack Like Never Before! Marriage is under attack… And it's because… So many people have trampled "God's set of laws…" What once was ordained as "God's order of unity…" Has often resulted in so much "infidelity…" The God given covenant between a woman and a man… Is so distorted… How can one truly understand? All the way from Genesis to Revelation… God made it clear from the time of creation… It was Adam and Eve from the very start… As Eve was formed from a rib… Close to Adam's heart. They were joined together by their God above… Being a symbol of his creation and never-ending love This same God is the redeemer of your very soul… It's only in him that you can be complete and whole! You are invited to join the marriage supper of the lamb… Christ is the bridegroom and is waiting for your hand! Won't you accept God's proposal he offers to you? He's given the invitation… What will you do? He's coming for a bride who's sins are washed away! Won't you accept his proposal of love… Today? He remains faithful… And forever true! And has already said the words; "I DO!" By Jim Pemberton
Continuation With ghouls, unlearned, no stone's unturned, They burnish blame with Nun's proud name And leave the midnight sky... scarred. They raise their hats to copy cats In FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard. The rumours spread amongst the dead - Nun marks the place with saving grace, And phantoms keep their face...marred. The sinner digs with twisted twigs In FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard. In tempests strong, Nun rang the gong But failed to rise in vacant eyes - He gouged the one-eyed trump...card. Nun sets her sail, to no avail In FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard. Nun asked him why a bird can't fly. His mouth, a slut, replied "tut, tut", With conscience painted white...tarred. A mushroom mold has taken hold In FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard. "To get ahead", his mouth, it said "Lay bare your breast! I'll do the rest, I'll bless you in the church...yard". The golden rules are made for fools In FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard. When day's undone, and night's begun, Nun stirs a cup and turns face up, A feeling that she's ill...starred. 'Tis such a crime to waste her prime In FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard. Nun planned to dine with sparkling wine But sips instead a bitter red Served with a crystal glass...shard, Behind the bog, beneath the fog In FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard. Well, minstrels fight beyond the night And demons wait behind the gate, While silence chokes the host...bard. An angel sings with broken wings In FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard. A web waits, spun neath dying sun. And caught ensnared, her flight impaired, Nun's thoughts are how they'd die...hard. The puppet people storm the stee- pled FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard. And voices wail beyond the pale, "The old taboo - it echoes true - Nun's bound to have her way...barred". The schemes are strange and minds deranged In FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard. Ms.! Cast your nets, but hedge your bets - There are no odds, where purple gods And hungry idle ghosts...sparred. The morning foams amongst the gnomes In FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard. Unfortunately, a woman's plight in the common workplace is even worse, and that is no fantasy END Or is it just the beginning...
Open your mouth and break this silence. When was he given a licence? This is your body, You don't always have to be sorry! His hand on your jaw Makes your face purple and sore Is marriage, a war? Is this why you have come so far? No money, just drinks, and bars! Tacky wowmen and fancy cars. he will learn when the tables have turned To hold you tight Instead of fighting, and arguing all through the night. You have to be brave, You are not his slave Feel proud to say I made my move, i did not stay!
Fifty-Seven Years Ago Today With new dress and suit, flowers, and hair fixed just right The dreams, plans, and labors of our lives would unite My brother and his gal stood beside us on the spot To give witness to the world that we tied the knot We stood nervous before the preacher at his home Promised to cling to each other; never to roam Said "I do" to the questions; gave the preacher his pay Man and wife; fifty-seven years ago today.
I met a woman, fell in love She was a gift from above Soon she became my spouse We gathered things and set up house. Some things were new without a flaw Some were hand me downs from Ma and Paw For some we saved nickels in a can Some were bought on the installment plan. Children came – a total of four Two boys – two girls- no need for more We managed to provide room and board Did the best we could afford. We moved around from house to house On an adventure – me and my spouse Gathering things to which we would cling But we rarely got rid of anything. Tables, chairs, couches, and beds Cabinets and shelves taller than our heads Mugs, pictures, and bells we did collect Mementoes and heirlooms on which to reflect. A man gathers a lot in over fifty years And remembers many of them with tears Many a thing still fills my house But it's not a home without my spouse. She has a room in a retirement home Care is provided and she cannot roam I dreamed one day we would be old timers But I never figured on Alzheimer's. Now I have a house full of stuff Too many things - more than enough The time has come to downsize To an apartment in the high rise. My children came one by one Went through my stuff until they were done One takes this and another takes that And managed to do so without a spat. Giving things away is a lonely task My irritability I cannot mask Gathering things with my spouse Was more fun than cleaning out house.
Look at our three little boys all grown up. You'd be so proud of the men they are today. They think of you often and what'd you say to them today. I wish you could have been here to see them grow into the men they are today. Their no longer the little boys who use to need us to need us to make their bumps and bruices go away. Their now the strong men that have their own family's. You gave me three angels from above but, you were taken from us to soon. I know your always watching after them from above. Even tho their all grown up they'll always be our three little boys.
Fire, the flames of all my desires. Heat, the sensation that makes me weak. Emotions, my missions to keep discreet. The more he knows, the easier my guard faces defeat. Weakness, the tremble that unsteady's my feet. Strength, is my better half, he's here when I need. Faith, is Gods security given to you & me. Patience and understanding is knowing when to take heed. Sorrow, is overwhelming,overcoming and deep. But pain is the one to really make us weep. Compassion is something that all of us need. To get threw this life, it is needed indeed. To the ones that doubt me, I'm tellin 'ya don't sleep. I may be calm & quite but I only act meek. To walk in my shoes, & to see what I've seen, I promise, you wont be the one to judge me. & to Luis , my man, the love of my life. This love, our love, I don't have to think twice. Our life,our plans,our path that we lead, I promise you baby I will never retreat. To my children, whom I love & will one day have to leave, Forgive me for all the times I let my emotions make me weak. And know that I love you, and you guys I did need. Without you I would never appreciate what I achieve. To my mother whom I did have the pleasure to meet. Letting me go was the best decision your mind ever could've conceived. TO my father who left me alone in the streets, Without you was harder, but could never stop me. One thing I know,I can feel it so deep. God made me stronger than I could ever believe. MY strength, My tolerance, My endurance I keep. Continuing my life & trying to conquer my dreams. No matter what happens,what ever will be, I will be happy no matter who doubts me.
I got that feeling you are not love me anymore Your kisses are as hot and cold as before Where the reflection of San Francisco's pier Brings nothing to you such illusion of lightsome I fear soon it would be over upon the warm I keep. Courtville's home might split in half The cars might follow the shame And a court battle has just begun. Oh, God, believe me! I'm going to fight to death To give domestic life another paramount twist, Scream if it's necessary but my little boy isn't going With her. You blame me for all and for what it is no there Like the time I write and make you within my limits Nothing I could do to change color and vain But my little boy, the one you have given to me From the last autumn isn't going to live with that ugly bull of yours.
I think about this past year... It "came and went…" I wonder that kind of life have I really spent? It almost seems like yesterday that I was a young man… "I had the world in the palm of my hand." I had many goals, ambitions and dreams. I wanted to enjoy life and do so many things. Looking back on time and how quickly it's gone by. I gaze up into the beauty of the stars in the sky. As I get older and think about another "resolution." I find myself with another problem with no "solution." I think about a God... Who made all of this a possibility! He's offered to me love, hope and tranquility! I'm going to make a new commitment this January 1st. No matter if things get better… Or things get worse… I'm going to give my life and family to God above. And ask him to bless our home with his mercy and love. I'm going to try to live for him the best way I know. And seek his blessings wherever I may go! I'm going to give to God a love and strong commitment. It's only in him where I'll find true fulfillment! There's an important fact, I shall always remember… God is with me from January thru December! He will be there to guide each step that is taken! With him in my life… I'm never alone or forsaken! By Jim Pemberton
Can God Find You Faithful? I once knew a man had made up his mind. He left his wife and children behind! He met someone who "captured his heart." This was a deception from the very start! His wife gave God and their kids her love and attention... But her husband went Into another direction! They went to church... And did their "Sunday best." How could this turn into such a mess? Temptation can happen to anyone!. Whether rich or poor. Be careful what you allow to enter your heart's door. Regardless of whether you've been married for a lot of years..." One shameful act can bring heartache and tears! The love that's been given... Let no one take away! No matter what others think... Or what they might say. Stay true to God! You'll be glad you did! His love and joy will bless you each day you live! Jesus will never forsake you! Or leave you alone! Allow HIM to bring peace and restore your home! By Jim Pemberton
This habit has a hold of me. .. I can't seem to break it! I'm so discouraged … I can't "shake it!" I don't know what to do, or where to turn… When I tell others about it. They're not concerned… What am I going to do in a situation like this? It seems like my life is just one huge mess! The "satisfaction" I seek… I haven't obtained. I've only myself… And no one else to blame… Many discouraging thoughts have entered my head. Each night I cry out loud before going to bed… I can't think or do anything like I once did. I don't know how much longer I 'm going to live. Can you help me Jesus? I know that you can. There's no one else who'll listen or understand… I'm going to get on my knees and begin to pray… And ask for God's help. I'll do it TODAY! I trust his power to break this habit of mine… This is the hour! This is the time! I need true freedom. And a love that will last. Everything I've tried… Disappears fast! To you Lord Jesus I give my life that's broken. "Please come into my heart…" Are the words spoken. "Help me Lord to have victory within…" "And thank you Lord for being my friend!" By Jim Pemberton 02/05/11
I know that there are some that still can't pray and others that ask, 'Where was God that day?' HE was there with each tear that's shed as the news reported, There is thousands dead!' HE was in the hyjacked planes so out of control His angels collecting each passenger's soul! HE was there at the buildings of the World Trade Center with Heaven's gates wide open bidding all to enter! HE was there in every tired body and grimy face that refused to give in to another trying to take his place! HE was there amongst every common place hero who repeatedly dug through the rubble in New York's ground zero! HE was there with the passenger's of Flight 74 whose sacrifice kept the enemy from the White House door! HE was there with those that died at the Pentagon when another plane flew into them like a bomb! HE was there when thousands of passengers landed unable to get home, so on Canadian soil they were stranded! HE was there in the smiles of the Maritime youth who came with blankets, fresh clothing and hot bowls of soup! HE was there when the President cried out with pride 'This will only make us stronger, we have GOD on our side!' HE was there when AMERICA was at Iraq's door teaching the Taliban what happens when you provoke a war! HE is there today as countless others reflect on the loss just as HE watched HIS only Son die upon the cross! HE WAS THERE! ©11/09/2012
A Young Man With A Heavy Load… I was watching a young man walking down my road. I could tell that he was sad, and carrying a "heavy load." You see his dad had recently "up and left the home." Now he and his mom were left all alone! I could tell it was hard for him to hold back the tears. Especially after being with his dad for so many years! I don't think that parents think about what they say and do. They can hurt and betray the one who said; "I love YOU!" When this happens… I know that the heart of God is hurting.. Too many couples are together, but their eyes "keep flirting." They feel happy to have a family, but soon it's not enough… And quickly run out when things get "tough." The dishonesty, lying and cheating are too commonplace… I've seen the heartache and pain upon a loved one's face. Jesus knows all about the hurt and pain that this can cause. He also knows about the "friction" caused by the "in-laws." For the one that may be thinking of leaving his or her family… You may think it's fun now… But you're not going to be happy! Whatever is tugging at your heart now may seem "appealing." But it's the love from your spouse and kids that you're stealing! I challenge you to be the man or woman of God he wants you to be! You need to be with the family God gave you! Can't you see??? Come on back and spend the quality time you need to spend. Your family and children need you both as a parent and a friend! Allow the love of Jesus Christ to bind your hearts together! May his peace and joy comfort you now and forever! Allow your home to be filled with the love of God's precious son! May be bring your family together in unity… As ONE! By Jim Pemberton
1. "Have you hugged yourself today?" I still remember that question. I was not able to answer it. But there you were, you always so, if you ask questions you have had the answers. "Your arms are too short for your body. but certainly long enough for me." Then you came into my arms and dwelt therein. "Do you still keep that hug?" We asked each other. Then we laughed together. A hug is the only answer to the question. Then buried us into memories. 2. My wife prefer to hug than to say a word: "i love you, boy! i love you, hubby!" As if the two arms can convey all the secrets. Our children grow loving arms more than words. That is why every night my wife prayed to be an octopus. And all of us come into the hugs of her hands. 3. One by one, the body will escape from the hug then our arms began to carry guns and wars. The body was destined to belonged to a hug then later owned by bullets.
I remember at the young age of 9 or 10. Going to the theater was considered a sin. There were many things that as a young boy. That I wanted to explore and enjoy. My parents may have been "old fashioned." They were filled with a Godly love and compassion. I look back now and with some hesitation. And think about this "new generation." I wonder "where have all of the morals gone to?" Some parents are doing things, as a kid, I'd never do. Many of the "Godly" parents don't seemed concerned. What's right or wrong—they can't discern. What once was a dividing line between black and white. Is now; "if it feels good—it must be allright." The savior's call for holiness in your life must dwell. Living by his word will save your family from hell. Maybe living for Jesus is by some, "a narrow way of living." May your life be one of sacrifice, holiness and thanksgiving. May your commitment be true, your heart sincere. For one day very soon, Jesus shall appear. Now's the time to be an example of Jesus' precious name. When he comes —will you be ready— or be ashamed? By Jim Pemberton
While some enjoy it without any regret, other's see it as a threat. I have seen what it can do to a life, for the victim is my dear wife. For I know she is not the only one in the world who has endured much suffering, damn you liquor store or bartender about to serve a rum sling. She is not the lush with this wretched disease, but the one that is loved she cannot appease. I've always said that her ambition to help and assist this poor soul was a waste, and yet this person cannot be replaced. The deception, desperation, destruction to ones self would make you ask "why"?, try to understand it and you'll break down and cry. It appears now that this person cannot be saved even though she has knocked at deaths door, as hard as this request from me is "this woman you must IGNORE". Self pity will get you nowhere fast, the addiction will surely outlast. Ethanol oh! ethanol another life you have claimed, you are not a person or living thing that can be blamed. Why? is all I can ask about pretty much everything, why? Do you really want to hear the answer? Or the excuse that has destroyed your trust? You must let go, you must move on, before all that you are inside is gone.
Ghazal : Now she's left and gone to be herself again Now she's left and gone away, my clothes hang dry On the line for all to see – what a crying shame ! The lone cuckoo calls out in a haunting tone Who hears him down here but on wing – what a shame ! Pigeons and crows balance on the clothes-line And their droppings stain the sheets – Oh open shame ! She's gone with shrieks from the magpies that dark day And left me with her first born – Block my shame ! Baby cries for all to hear recall her voice Where will it hide its face - Oh growing shame ! The musang miaows its woes in the jackfruit tree Now that the wild she-cat roams in wayward shame Baby gapes out the window and wonders why If earth and sky witness bear – painful shame ! Would that the mother hear the cuckoo call And lift her head to listen to quell my shame The jackfruit's ripe and sags at the tree trunk A moaning woman at child birth - no shame The puffed monsoon pulls its South-West skirts up And floods the rice fields with tears, bitter shame ! Hamadryad's hypnotic eyes turn ire red Fate keeps the mongoose from common death – O Shame ! Still the baby's cries in my ears call to you What will I tell her later – wipe out shame ? My own shame mixed with no name to call my own No Elephant God of Wisdom can blot out shame ! © T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
The seemingly small acts of a mother Invisible in so many ways Often wishing for another's druthers She still conquers her world each day Little things she does so keen Like binding sores or doing laundry Often go by unnoticed and unseen Yet, God's beside her in her quandaries He watches quietly as she builds While her children grow swiftly by and by She gives so much of her own free will And she hardy ever questions why She seems to know all the right ways As she helps build their souls each day She knows everyday is a brand new start So she invincibly gives all her love and heart
Preach to the full moon soldier It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder Mother has child that father denies Leaves when his baby lets out those first cries Excuses flying, lies sailing; words without care Feelings are complicated so share you don't dare Lips that smile hold some bruises and a cut Hands that have done the damage slam the door shut You watch him out the window glass Retreating figure gone at last Preach to the full moon soldier It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder Things get harder, mothers fired Baby is toddler and much too tired Money is in short supply If only father would just comply To help raise his growing kid Instead he ran and lost his bid A single tear stains the cheek Of a mother's soul who's much too weak Preach to the full moon soldier It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder Mothers dead, everything's blown Toddler is small child left alone Father drunk, stumbling back Custody left to this piece of slack Days are long and too far gone Nights are worse, he's never done Talking his beer scented words speaking He says to his child be kind, PREACHING Preach to the full moon soldier It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder Small child has developed Distinguished individual moving up Swearing to the sky blue They will be nothing like you Father in jail thief from the night Cell lit dimly with pal moonlight A smile to the grown child A tear from the man of the wild Preach to the full moon soldier It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder
If tears could be measured in quantity, If tears could be weighed, If tears could be drinking water, A lot would go to waste. If tears had colours, Then I've already cried a rainbow. If tears were words, It'll take forever to read. I don't know if I'm a stupid fool, But I've cried enough To fill an entire pool. My emotions are shredded rags, The feeling of abandonment Is all that resides. Emptiness is lurking. And all that's pushing: The tears from my eyes. Just leaving me more emptier than before. And all that commotion? Just because I dare To love and care.
"Mom…. I'm Pregnant!" From the time I held my baby in my arms… I made a vow to "protect her from all harm." She was indeed a wonderful bundle of joy… And during her life, has been a gift for us to enjoy. She's been the focus of much of our attention, Trying to provide for her "timely" correction. As a father, many thoughts entered my mind… I wanted to be attentive to her, patient and kind. As she's gone through her teenage years… I thought of what perhaps is a parent's #1 "fear." Then one day... "Mom I'm pregnant" were spoken... At first, my heart was sad and "broken." "I didn't raise her to be "crazy and wild…" "How could this happen to a wonderful child?" I realized that in spite of everything parent's will do. There's no telling what their children will put them through. I gave her a hug and all of the support I could give… Everything she's been through… God will forgive! With all that has happened in her life… One day she'll make someone a wonderful wife! Dear Lord, please help my daugher to see... How precious she is to her mother and me! Entered in the contest; "Mom I'm Pregnant!" Sponsored by Gwendolen Rix Key findings National levels and trends • In 2006, 750,000 women younger than 20 became pregnant. The pregnancy rate was 71.5 pregnancies per 1,000 women aged 15–19.
Still In Love... My son came to me with a question on his mind. I said; "Not now son— I just don't have the time." He said, "Daddy—are you still in love with Mommy?" "Do you love her like you did when I was in her tummy?" My eyes choked with tears; "Yes son I really do!" "I'm in love with her... and I appreciate you." "Daddy—will you always love me like you do mom?" "Yes my son—my love for you will always belong." I looked down and much to my surprise. There were tears running down my sons's eyes. He came running to me with his arms wide open. "Thank you daddy" were his words spoken. I picked him up and gave him a great big hug. As I let him down, on my shirt I felt a tug. His little arm reached up to grab my hand. I knew that what I said, he began to understand. I love his mom so much—my wonderful wife. She's been such a blessing- a great part of my life! By Jim Pemberton
Out on the beach with an amazing guy. The sun's so pretty, the sun's so bright. We're walking and talking about all our good times, against the world, hand in hand. Smiling and walking on the beautiful LA sand. We sit on a bolder and watch the sun set. It's an amazing day, one I will never forget. You slip your arm around me as we as we look at the beautiful sea. "I love you," I say as we feel the cool evening breeze. "I love you too," you say and pull out a small black box. I look at you, smile, and my heart stops. You open the box to reveal a beautiful ring. "Will you marry me?" you ask as my eyes fill with tears and my heart starts to sing. My smile gets wider as I say "yes". You pull me close to your chest. I gently kiss you as a tear rolls down my cheek. You brush it away and smile at me. "I love you," I say one more time. "I love you to baby," you say as you smile, "now your deffinitly all mine." Today's the day, the day that starts the rest of our life. The day you become my husband, the day I become your wife. The last time I saw you was last night. But I woke up to a beautiful sight. A bouque of beautiful red roses lie on your pillow with a note on top. "I love you," it says, "and I can't wait to see you." I smile and whisper "I love you too." I take a shower and walk down to the beach to see how much is done. I step onto the hot sand and I feel the hot sun. It's almost done so I start to head home. I need to here your voice so I call your phone. "Hey babe," you say, "is everything okay?" I tell you everythings fine, I just need to hear you. I tell you I love you. You tell me you love me too. You say you have to go but you'll see me soon. "Okay, I love you," I say and look at the clock, it's almost noon. "I love you too," you say and the line goes dead. I look in the mirror and put my hands on my head. I smile and start to get ready for tonight. The first night of m new life. I take a look in the mirror one last time. Just to make sure my beautiful dress is fine. I walk down to the beach and wait by the gate. I fix my veil and look at my friend. "You look amazing," she says and puts some flowers in my hand. "Thanks," I say and smile. I can't wait to walk down the aisle.
I didn't know how good I had it, until I lost all that I owned. I lost my famly, all of my cars and even my home. I tried to live a life according to a "good principle." I let pride get in the way and felt rather "invincible." I once had money, wealth and a lot of fame. It seemed like everyone around me all knew my name. I feel empty now... afraid.... and "at my wit's end." Everyone. it seems, has left me. Even my "close friend. Jesus... You're the one I know that I can call upon. You make things "right" when all seems "wrong." What you can give to me, money could never buy. I humbly kneel before you Lord, with a desperate cry. PLease help me dear Jesus. I know that you can. I read in your word that you are; "I AM that I AM!" In YOU... Jesus... can I find life's meaning. Your life for mine, is what I'm now receiving. You're my best friend whom I love so much. I long for your mercy and peace... your "special touch." You alone can bring true joy that fortune could never give. You brought me hope and peace and a reason to live! By Jim Pemberton 2007
… WHAT YOUR CHILDREN MIGHT BE PRESERVED UNHARMED WISDOM 19:5 MY FATHER'S FAMILY left Russia in 1917 At the urging of their parish priest "If you want to keep your children safe in the faith Go to America!" German-Speaking Russians Soon afterward their 13 year old daughter Margaret had been raised in the Church The Family continued to trust in God Today we honor St. Josaphat, patron of the Ukraine He was a man who loved his country Loved his Church even more Speaking courageously about unity with Rome at a time of schism and division His bold stand eventually cost him his life St. Josaphat Like Margaret's family, reminds us That trust in God Is the only source of true safety Readings Gospel Wisdom 18:14-16; 19:6-9 * Psalm 10:2-3, 36-37, 42-43 Luke 18:1-8
This house of ours is "plain." But is still standing. We're "simple folks..." By many people's understanding… We may not have much of what is "socially appealing"… But we have love in our hearts. And this is a good feeling! We may not be "wrapped up" in much of this world's entertainment. But we seek God's peace and a desire for contentment. We, as a family, have one purpose and "calling" in mind. To seek God's ways of being merciful and kind… Each day we pray with much thankfulness in our hearts… For this is where happiness and gratitude starts! We're thankful to the Lord for his unfailing grace… And for keeping us together in this special place… We're blessed to have a God who is truly worth finding. His word in our lives is precious and worth memorizing! "Unless the Lord builds the house, they labor in vain that build it!" God must rule and reign… So his love can completely fill it! By Jim Pemberton
This house of ours is "plain." But is still standing. We're "simple folks..." By many people's understanding… We may not have much of what is "socially appealing"… But we have love in our hearts. And this is a good feeling! We may not be "wrapped up" in much of this world's entertainment. But we seek God's peace and a desire for contentment. We, as a family, have one purpose and "calling" in mind. To seek God's ways of being merciful and kind… Each day we pray with much thankfulness in our hearts… For this is where happiness and gratitude starts! We're thankful to the Lord for his unfailing grace… And for keeping us together in this special place… We're blessed to have a God who is truly worth finding. His word in our lives is precious and worth memorizing! "Unless the Lord builds the house, they labor in vain that build it!" God must rule and reign… So his love can completely fill it! By Jim Pemberton 12/12/10
I had to be strong and not falter Remember our wedding day? You ran from the alter Didn't want to talk to anyone wanted to be alone Remember our conversation on the cellphones? You expressed your doubts And began to shout Recalling a fight from moths ago When friends and us all went out I embraced you with words And foiled your concerns We both couldn't ignore What our hearts yearned We shed our tear And shared a cry Look at us now We're doing fine 2 years later a beautiful lady Hugs, kissed, and endless smiles Expecting our first baby What a good mother You never scold Lilly Ann we hoard like treasure That's our precious gold We shed tears And shared a cry Look at us now We are a family with our own house And we are doing fine
I remember growing up in a Christian family. We were content, joyful and quite happy. Things were "going along rather well." We loved each other... more than words could tell. I think of the special love between mom and dad. As my parents... I was proud and glad! Over the years that rolled on by. Something happened. I don't know why. Our deep love became replaced with "excuses." Our relationshps filed with "barsh words and bruises." This family... I once held so close to my heart. Began to "unravel and fall apart." Our love for another became bitter and cold. Even to the day we're "growing old." Everywhere... it is evident and appearing. The family as a unit is quickly disappearing. We must come together and remove all bitterness. And walk in God's love and his forgiveness! We must appreciate one another-- in spite of our faults! Standing together on Godly principles brings good results! It we insist on "going our separate ways." We'll be sorry "one of these days!" The family is what God has put together. It needs to be rooted in love-- both now and forever! HIS love needs to be the glue that binds us as one. Blessing every mom and dad... daughter and son! By Jim Pemberton 2009
Make Your Family First! I know a person who had "a change of heart." And very shortly his family "fell apart." He was involved in doing "so many things." He neglected the duty of what family brings! He became so involved in helping others… He neglected his wife and his kids' mother! At first, he had the best of intentions… But failed to give his family any kind of attention! He was so busy, and away from home so much. It didn't take long for him to be "out of touch." Very soon he found his life "way off course…" And heading down the path of a divorce! He began to ask himself the question; "why?" As he began to hear all of his kids cry! Beyond all of the chaos and "chatter." He decided that his family DOES matter! He quit doing many of the things he once did. And asked all of his family to please forgive! He's now the kind of dad that he needs to be! And is with his family so faithfully! May this be a lesson and reminder to us all! How quickly we can get up. How quickly we can fall! May we put an effort into our family as number one! Every mom and dad! Daughter and son! By Jim Pemberton
When Invisi- Girl was very young, She was not worth stopping, She would always end up spying or snooping, And even a little eaves-dropping. She would always be punished, punished harshly, For listening in on others, Yet even though she would punish her, Invisi-Girl still loved her mother. One tragic day, her mother died, And her father was devastated, But when her father decided to remarry, Invisi-Girl was not elated. One frightening day, her step-mother said, "Give me all your money, Or you will be dead." Invisi-Girl's father tried to help, Her father tried to stop her, But then the wife accidentally shot him, When she meant to shoot her, Invisi-Girl lived a horrible life, Ever since the day her father died, She waited on her step-mother hand and foot, And would always let out a good cry. The day Invisi-Girl had her twentieth birthday, her powers she did discover, Invisi-Girl could vanish into thin air, And best of all she could hover. One day she decided to make a plan, One that her step-mother would not expect, This expert plan would be only one, That Invisi-Girl could detect. ONe day Invisi-Girl used her powers, And her step-mom she did destroy, She finally restored the family's treasures, And brought herself inner joy.
I Have Failed… Lord, I have failed you time and time again, By hanging on to my unrepentant sin. I once thought, "my life will never get off track," Until that one day when I committed such a terrible act. "No one's watching me" was what I thought, not knowing the pain and suffering into my family I had brought. That one night of "pleasure" I hoped would go away, but this sin stares me in the face every single day! The lust that crept into my once cheerful heart, Is now eating at me—tearing me all apart. I once thought I was too good to commit a sin like this, so many of God's blessings I now will miss. To you Jesus—my whole heart I ask you to cleanse. for in you my whole life now depends. Create in me a clean heart, renew a right spirit within me. Your forgiveness in my life is what others must see. The most important thing to God I can now give, Is a broken and contrite heart each day I shall live! By Jim Pemberton
Pacabells cannon starts to play. The gates open and everyone looks my way. Beautiful black and red roses line the red carpet that leads to you. You look amazing tonight too. I look at my white dress as I step into the setting sun. The light catches the black sparkles and roses on my dress and makes me look beautiful, makes me feel like one. A black rose on this beautiful LA sand. A black rose that belongs to a wonderful man. I slowly walk down the aisle. I walk up to you and I smile. There's black and red roses on the alter and I get up ther. I can smell their sweet fregrance in the warm evening air. The paster starts as I look at you. You say you vouls and I say mine too. You say "I do," and I do the same too. You slip yet another beautiful ring on my finger and kiss me so sweetly. We hold hands and walk back down the beautiful rose lined aisle. We walk to the peir where there are beautiful lights hung up everywhere. I spin to look at the beauty and you lean in close to me and say, "wait here." You walk up to the DJ and request and smile as a familure tune comes on. I continue to smile and I take your hand. you walk me back out onto the beautiful sand. "Our first dance," you say. My smile gets bigger when I here Amazed starts to play. You pull me closer to you as we start to move from side to side. My nourvousness is hard to hide. "You okay beautiful?" you ask softly as you gently run your hand through my hair. "Yeah baby, I'm fine," I say as I see people gather around and stare. We dance and we sway sweetly and quietly. We kiss and dance slowly. We kiss again and you start to sing along with the song. I've been waiting for this day, I've been waiting so long. We'r walking on the beach again. hand in hand. you still in your tux, I'm still in my dress. This is our future. Together. Forever. The setting sun catches my ring. It shines brightly. "I love you," I say and we kiss again. "I love you too," you say and gently pick me up. You carry me back up to the house. You carry me up sairs and lay me on our bed. You lay beside me and gently kiss my head. We lay there and talk for hours and hours. We smile and laughas our future stretches on in front of us.
You ask of people small things to do But it seems like it's so hard for them to do. You say to yourself, "If the table were turned, I would not have done this thing to you." You find yourself in certain situations, And you ask individuals for their help. But you're left high and dry and all alone, And once again you are all by yourself. You know the saying goes, What goes around comes around the same. But some of the things that has happened to me, I would not want those things to happen to anyone else by name. Sometimes, the way we react, Others do not understand, But if the table were turned, I guarantee you; You would not find another like me in the land. We do things to other people, And you wonder if the table was turned; Would you get treated the way you should have been, Or would you end up just getting burned. I know that we are going to reap, that which we sow, Our character has to get tested. And that's how people would really know; That if the table were actually turned, It would show the kind of reaction or blow. WHAT WOULD YOU DO, OR HOW WOULD YOU REACT, IF THE TABLE WERE TURNED!!!
I love you is more than just my words, It is this deep down driving force of a silent sound. Love is a magnet igniting sparks to try higher light. Love connects beaming light twinkling at midnight. Unmistakably, I'm assured audibly to get this heard. I love you is more than me, Love is pending in the depths of me I touch. This is more than what I can realistically feel. It is a bargainer's deal for the sweetest steal. Evidently, I run wild because I set it all free! I love you is less than you, It is an uncut gashing wound, With lifetimes of a scored scar, It is a typhoon of who you are, Apparently, it is difficult to do! I love you is less than them, It is always lost, It is never found, It binds to a cost, Hearts are bound. I love just like you, And you love just like me! I swear to my God Almighty from up above my heart is pure and true! I really do embellish everything my love is suppose to do just for you! Forever and ever, the whole world shall open their eyes daily to see! In lieu of this unconditional love, it is here I will always want to be!
I'm here to tell you that when "the going get's rough…" A simple, "God bless you!" May not be enough! Just when you think things in life are getting you down… And perhaps there's "not a friend anywhere to be found…" Perhaps… Right now… You find yourself right there! Let me encourage you to try some prayer! Jesus is as close as the mention of his name! With him in control… Things will never be the same! He'll speak peace to the raging waters of life's ocean… And will give to you… His 100% "love potion!" He'll bring peace and healing to your heart and home. He's always there with you. You're NEVER alone! The chains of discouragement will simply disappear… His perfect love will cast out all fear! He'll pick up the pieces of life that are broken... As you allow his words of love and hope to be spoken. He'll do for you what no power or god can do… He's here right now He's waiting for YOU! By Jim Pemberton 04/26/11
Walked down the aisle Girl you did, by his side Promised before God to your man The boys came along Adding notes to your song The stave that tucked in and held those notes was you You held your boys and held your man. Girl, how could you break your own stave Oh see, the notes are now drifting away They are crying, can't you see them dying What is a note without its song? How on earth did things go wrong? See your sweet boys Learning to live a lie With their father they drench their pillows at night They miss your voice You can't cover up with toys Their sad eyes show the heart that took a blow Oh girl, how could you just leave and go? Girl, when your feet are tired of wandering around You search for those roots that should be underground Girl, don't you know, roots take time to grow Fruits are reaped only where seeds were sown It was for you to build that place You once called Home.
When they were burning the huts outside, Bringing down the roofs and orphaning those inside... Unaware and protected from their wrath, I understood 'love'in your warmth... When they made a hero out of me, Irrespective of how ordinary my actions be... Under your shield, I made the correct choice, Building character and maintaining poise... When in everything they saw only my ill, And inside, i too was loosing my will... Through that tunnel all darkening, In your caresses, I kept walking... My roof, for all your strife, I owe you much more than my life... Feel blessed to have you, my roof, For once God's presence needs no worldly proof... Dedicated to the people who have done everything in their capacity to help you be what you wanted to be....our Gods on earth!!!
Flee Immorality And Seek God's Purity! God's word says to "flee from sexual immorality." And to seek HIS wholesomeness and purity! It reminds us that our flesh "wars against our soul." From every temptation, we must let go! With each day, there's a battle that rages on… It's a battle for doing what is right or wrong! God's word must be the moral compass for our direction. We need to seek his word for much needed correction! We need to present our lives as pure to God above… And seek to be filled with his goodness and love! We need to be filled with things virtuous and good. We ought to live as a follower of Christ should! We must run fast from the "sinful traps" we encounter! We need to seek his holiness, majesty and power! God wants for each of us HIS very best! All ungodly things in our life need to be "put to rest!" God's will in each of us, needs to be our goal! For only Jesus can truly make us complete and whole! Why not allow God's to give you peace and contentment? And give him your life with a 100% commitment? By Jim Pemberton
The Best "Ingredient!" While many in life seek what is "convenient." They often are missing a major "ingredient..." This ingredient forms what "makes up the dough..." I'm talking about what can truly enrich your soul! This ingredient will make your life 100% complete. And will bring wholeness from your head to your feet... It's Jesus! The most important part of "life's recipe..." Without him. All is lost. Can't you see??? His love is the bond that can put your life back together... His presence is here now... And can be yours forever! Allow him to bring the sweetness that only he can bring... He alone is our righteousness... Our everything! Only he can bring the joy you desparately seek. And will bless your life. Each day of the week! He's the "ingredient" to life... That you've been looking for!. He can supply your every need. And so much more! He truly is what makes the "perfect blend." And is here right now. Why not let him in??? By Jim Pemberton 09/06/09
I love me black woman whom God created from the sand the black woman that I adore she has my eyes allure she's my first virgin born and pure I bade in her wisdom, power, acceptance and I am sure She's definitely the one that has given me a special son. I love me black woman with vision she's ahead with an incredible mission. i love me black woman with passion the quality of her blossom that I cannot ignore in my mind she has never been bored. I love me black woman from the very top of her head toward her bottom feet. I love me black woman all the time wouldn't dare trade her for a dime. I would have write the more ,but there wouldn't be space to describe how much a black woman worth. She's the mother of all earth given a gift with an unbelievable birth. Who wouldn't love a black woman in such case is ignant. to abuse a black woman, I dare not She's my black woman beautiful within and out she's all that I 'm bout a black woman a red rose to be I can't help myself but see that a black woman is all that Precious, fragile and magnificently phat I love me black woman.
Cover up the blemishes Hide the little blackheads Smooth over the redness Creating perfection Covering emotion With thick black glue Darken in those brows To match stained expectations Rosy red cheeks And sparkling pink lips You'll never see my deception In a purely natural state Dazzled by fluttering eyes Seduced by sensual lips Underneath the false My plainness sneaks away
My love, my love; Oh whom to give my love 2? My love, my love; Oh whom is worthy of my love? This boy, that boy; My love, my love; Oh whom to give my love 2? Boy or Girl; Family or lover; My love, my love; Oh whom to give my love 2? Friend or foe; Sis or bro; My love, my love; Oh whome to give my love 2?
I don't think many people are aware... of the dangers of having "an affair." Adultery begins with a lustful thought captured in the mind. It's been part of sins's curse, since the beginning of time. Many aren't sure how they're going to react. Until the day they're caught in an adulterous act. By this time... they're love for their spouse is broken. When the words; "I love you"... to another... are spoken. Soon... their home become "turned around" and divided. As their commitment and loyalty become undecided. The family soon become " one huge mess..." As the love "for another person" becomes "obsessed." You may find yourself in this kind of situation. Perhaps you're in "deep desparation." Run from this person as fast as your can! Come to the cross and reach for Jesus' hand! Confess your sin to your spouse and call on Jesus' name. You have only yourself... no one else... to blame. Allow Jesus to 100% be the Lord of your life. As you brings you together as husband and wife! Let him restore your marriage and make it complete. Come to him now and lay your sin at his feet. His love in your marriage is forever and binding! His commitment to you is a love worth finding! By Jim Pemberton 2009
Let's Keep Marriage Strong! In marriages, we often fail to Be take time to communicate… To be honest with each other… Truthful and straight! In each other… We need to look for the BEST! And not treat each other like a "pest." We don't need to speak words that'll cause harm… But to love each other with an opened arm! May we serve one another with compassion and love! Knowing we were brought together from God above! Just think about the first day you were wed… Remember the words; "I love you" were often said! We need to keep marriages together no matter the cost! Divorce leads to so much tragedy and a huge loss! By Jim Pemberton
Father's first love. Whipped spirit nurtures new life. Unreciprocated adoration. 100 kisses of a tickling 'stashe. Mother: face down, step forward. Feel pain, never expose. Teenage sweetheart. Stunted growth. Teenage father. Juvenile protector. Baby crying. Manipulation? Nothing in focus. Thick smoke. Another blow-up. Develops a reflex. A broken heart still Beats. Beats. Beats.
Lonely and alone, single now with the children my only comfort and yet a reminder. The divorce a tug of war between me and her for what once was mine, I thought. My heart lies languid and still a deep dark mountain pool, without flutter or ripples. The waves and white water emotions will come flooding in after dark. Our little ones must not glimpse in me the ugly cuts and scars of your infidelity. I force myself into our once cramped now too empty bed. I can now cry quietly in solitude for love and affection like a wounded animal. I silently scream to be touched, to be reached for, and to be desired. I miss you I still love you I would forgive you I still want you, Joe where are you? I hide in the shadows of my despair, dream of killing her, torturing painfully and slowly? I'll be gouging out her eyes with one degrading glare a smile and a snicker. I'm gutting her slowly with only the nightly beckoning of my little finger. A tryst in the Sykes parking lot in the back seat of our car inches from your son's safety seat. Pass a silent gift a potential killer and ruin her womanhood and child bearing potential, almost taking her life. Rip apart her family with whispered AM phone calls and PM come hither stares. Strip her self-esteem and ego depositing them without remorse in a blender set to puree. I would do to her all that she has done to me and more, I am lonely, alone, single now and only them to thank. Summer Gratias
I've always wondered what I wanted to be A beautiful bird that flies or a fish in the sea? A rocky mountain to climb to the very top Or simply a mother and wife to tie the knot I've always said I could be what I wanted to be Or a stationary plum or sweet apple tree A stream that sings you lullabies to sleep Or a scary spider or snake --- free to creep It wasn't until tonight what I wanted to be I recall An author, mother, wife, and Officer of the Law A colorful shape to fight evil on good's side But also a mother and wife I want to confide An author of poetry --- I'll write to my full emotion A mother of a son whom I'll love with all devotion A wife to a man who Heaven and Earth I will move And an Officer of Law to bring the town good news Of all of my purposes the questions I've asked Of all this wasted time inside I have basked I believe tonight I answered my life's purpose And established the starting stone of a new surface
Are you the same mom and dad I used to know? Since I left the house… many years ago? Both who carefully taught me the Christian ways. Don't seem to care what the Bible says. You were there to give correction with a belt in hand. But now are doing things… I don't understand. What happened to the father's love I once seen in your eyes? You've somehow twisted God's truth into corruptible lies. You've broken my heart dear mom and dad. I'm praying for you… but my heart grows sad. Please… Just this once… Listen to me! I want the Godly parents you used to be! Please make me proud of the parents I once knew. And know that I really love and appreciate you. You're my mom and dad… You're the world to me. And you're special to God... It's plain to see! May your days be blessed and God's presence fill your soul. I will always love you no matter where you may go. Thanks mom and dad for reading this "special letter." With God on board… Things will get better! By Jim Pemberton 2007
On a cloudless morning I awoke to the incessant pounding on my door. A firm voice on the other side. A stranger calling my name. He repeats his call. Looking out, I see his stripes, Boots shining brightly, crisply pressed uniform. Dread fills my soul with trembling fingers I unlock the door. He asks for me by name. I confirm. With tears in his eyes He tells me the worst. Of how sorry he is to inform. Of how I should be proud. How our country has lost another proud soldier in this fight. I say thank you, tears fill my eyes and I wonder how I will tell her wife that has no rights.
Is your life running on empty fumes? Are the adversities and stress of life being consumed? Any zeal and passion for God may be in the past… You wonder; "How long is life going to last???" Perhaps you feel like your anchor's "been lost at sea…" And ask; "Lord… Why is this happening to me?" Things in life often catch us "unaware…" You may ask; "does anyone out there really care?" There is someone who can help you along! In Jesus' arms of mercy is where you belong! He walked this earth and calmed the sea of Galilee… He'll calm the storms of life for you and me! Won't you give him a chance... To calm your fears? And allow his love to wipe away any tears? He'll bring peace to a hopeless situation… All you need to do… Is to give him an invitation… The choice is yours… It's your decision to make! Won't you do it now? Before it's too late??? By Jim Pemberton 01/18/10
It was a moment that transcended time We were all unable to stay calm Our emotions were at their most prime Seven years since my wife had seen her mom Years ago, when my wife left her nation She had to leave her family behind Her life was full of loss and of frustration Never, were they too far from her mind Their words were said without their being spoken Their embrace could crush the strongest ever A mother - daughter bond can not be broken Their reunion was captured forever The energy expelled could build a bomb Seven years since my wife had seen her mom
Still In Love... My son came to me with a question on his mind. I said; "Not now son— I just don't have the time." He said, "Daddy—are you still in love with Mommy?" "Do you love her like you did when I was in her tummy?" My eyes choked with tears; "Yes son I really do!" "I'm in love with her... and I appreciate you." "Daddy—will you always love me like you do mom?" "Yes my son—my love for you will always belong." I looked down and much to my surprise. There were tears running down my sons's eyes. He came running to me with his arms wide open. "Thank you daddy" were his words spoken. I picked him up and gave him a great big hug. As I let him down, on my shirt I felt a tug. His little arm reached up to grab my hand. I knew that what I said, he began to understand. I love his mom so much—my wonderful wife. She's been such a blessing- a great part of my life! By Jim Pemberton 2006
"God is mother in a childs eyes." Thats what I have always been told, But what is a child in their mother's eyes? A child is; life, love, and Everything. From the day she first holds her child to the day she lets them go into the world alone. The child is what keeps her going, what motivates her to live. If a mother loses her child she loses her reason to go on, even knowing that the child would want her too. She knows she cant...Not without them.
I am a woman, talented, beautiful, and different intriguing, decisive, and allicient. I am a woman, intelligent, charming, and persistent young, wise, and independent. I am a woman, strong, romantic, and understanding mature, high maintance, and compromising. I am a woman patient, flattering, and advocate glamorous, luminous, and fortunate. I am a woman, caring, sane, and high class, giving, insecure, and a sass. I am a woman.
There was a great king, whom did sin and fall. David. When from his balcony, Bathsheba he saw. In his heart... he sinned as lust was conceived. A plan of muder in his heart was soon received. This sin led to another and had soon willed. To have Bathsheba's husband to be killed. The consequences of his sin was later explained. His first born died, and his son Absalom was slain. Once his sin was conceived, it brought lust and soon death. Sin is always this way-- until you take your last breath. Think of the consequences... and flee tempation FAST. Enjoy a victory and blessings from God that will last! By Jim Pemberton 05/14/08
BEFORE A WORD IS ON MY TONGUE, BEHOLD, O LORD, YOU KNOW THE WHOLE OF IT PSALM 139:4 MY SPOUSE AND A FEW close friends have been known to finish my sentences Before I do Some could find this annoying But I don't For it illustrates just how well these special people know Understand me It can be exhilarating to be known so well by another But at times I find it scary too, because it can make me feel more vulnerable If someone knows me well Then they also know what hurts me What causes my heart to ache Presumably how to manipulate my emotion We may not feel worthy of God's attention or desire It may seem scary, but God would never prey on our vulnerability God Savors the persons we are Persons formed in God's own image and likeness Readings Gospel Wisdom 1:1-7, Psalm 13:1-10 Luke 17:1-6
A Visit by the Mother-in-Law By Elton Camp My mother-in-law lives in another state Her annual visits I most intensely hate For her daughter, I wasn't good enough So, from the old crone I get lots of guff "To Mother you better be nicer this time. She will regret calling you a ball of slime." Unless wife I obey and welcome the grouch, Then for two weeks, I'll sleep on the couch So I did everything that my wife had asked My welcome of Mom Bea was unsurpassed I had a vase of flowers waiting in her room And I was careful as to how dress and groom I made sure the yard was all mowed and neat And practiced the best way our guest to greet Nothing at all must go wrong on this trip I was determined not to make a single slip "Come in, Mother Bea, and stay a long while. Your visits are welcome and make me smile." But I will admit that it almost made me gag To have to talk so sweet to that mean old hag "Son, I am so glad to learn you feel that way. I feel ashamed and don't know what to say." I told her that the problems we had had before I'd see that they never will happen any more Our four-year-old son from his room came out To see just what all the friendly talk was about "Hello there you sweet little dear, Gram is here. Into this dismal home you do bring such cheer." Joey then ran over and climbed up into her lap Around him, Mother Bea her arms did wrap Our son looked at me and so loudly he calls "You're right, Dad, she smells like mothballs."
Over any man who feels lost without love God gives women divine powers. They can break our hearts or deflate our ego And cause us to buy diamonds and flowers. They have compelled kings and presidents to beg Wild singles to commit to change their way. Loving us with pleasures problematic to replace With flashbacks of their passion night and day. Women mother our babies who we love till death For us to raise, protect and provide for. They contribute revenue, affection and direction With love, companionship and more. They insist we never abuse or disgrace them Cheat, lie or take their love for granted. Which helps us to become more than we are In love and totally enchanted. By Tom Zart
God Gave Me His Love... I Wouldn't Share It! God gave me his love. I wouldn't share it! The guilt I feel now. I can't hardly bear it! He gave to me blessings and a peace within. He gave to me joy and a chance to be his friend! He asked that I give to others what I received. His life for others is what he's achieved! When God needed me, I tried to run and hide. I was filled with selfishness and pride! Though I had accepted him and was born again… I wasn't interested in reaching souls for HIM! Deep inside me there was a voice that began to stir! Christ helped me to have Victory so true and secure! He helped me with his words of love spoken… I wanted to be his vessel! Not just a "token." His spirit is with me each day that I live! I want others to know of his power to forgive! Won't you share the love that he's given to you? Won't you give back to the one who truly LOVES YOU? His love is everlasting and hard to contain! You'll find all that you need when you call on his name! By Jim Pemberton 05/04/12
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As a child, in church, I was raised. Taught the Bible and the Christian ways. At an early age, I invited Jesus in. Learning what was right and what was sin. I looked up to my parents--I really did. I was so proud of the way they lived. They were the world to me-- I was so proud. Then one day there appeared a very dark cloud. This cloud hovered over my parents, whom I loved so dear. Soon the ugly face of divorce was soon to appear. I prayed for them- I desperately tried. The many nights I lay awake and cried. How could this happen? I often wondered. To have a wonderful marriage so utterly plundered. A sin crept in--and was allowed to prevail. Soon this marriage began to fail. Let this be a warning to me and to all. Playing with sin will cause us to fall. If your life is heading toward a separation, build your marriage on Jesus-- a true foundation! He can Do what no other power can do... And give NEW meaning to the words; "I LOVE YOU!" By Jim Pemberton 2008
It was one of those times; one of those sincere discussions; She told me about my fathers words to her when he was on his death bed. What he asked her may seem funny to some; What he asked her was to make sure I had a warm jacket and shoes every winter. At the time I was already in my forties but I guess it didn't matter to him. Then we talked about the time we walked in to his hospital room; My father immediately said he was confused. I asked him "Dad do you know who I am"? He said yes I do but why are you so old and she's so young; He was pointing at my wife Susan; but I knew it wasn't her he saw. He was seeing my mother long passed; here's the thing about that; I saw that my wife had the same spirit as my mother years before. We all believe my mother was there to take him and who better to use as a catalyst. I never had a chance to see my mother but I know her; she lives in me and is part of me. I couldn't see her right then but I could feel her and I could see Susan too. As we talked we both had tears in our eyes and I think we were both a bit overwhelmed; I could see how lifetime experiences can never be forgotten or dismissed. So I asked her why she betrayed me like she did; And that I could maybe forgive her if I could just understand why. When she spoke I heard truth and I finally understood why. So I forgave her and accepted the circumstances and the part I played in it all; To what end remains to be seen but the pain seems to have been lifted from me. As we broke the conversation off I began to reflect on the entire topic; There were no definitive conclusions but what I did feel was; My Father and my Mother had come to see me for Christmas. Call me crazy, tell me it's wishful thinking; even say I'm delusional; I saw it, I heard it and I felt it; it happened and I won't be denied. I learned to be a real man from the pain I suffered; My ego and sex no longer dominate or motivate my relationships; And God in his mercy gave me the best Christmas ever
Chapter One Boy into the West Dawn upon my cloak Urged and so converged were the guns Seeding myself with the rest I broke in the eye of the Sun Settling my mind on the heartless rapist. Time Rasterize the faces So thumb through the annals Purged and so emerged fleshy etchings of this child Breast wheels churn uncertainly Moistened embers dance to the deafening drum Tidal ducts offer piquant waters of the Pacific coffer I arrive on the sands Chapter Two Hole in the Wall Deserted in this mind Hover in and now behind Stare blank up through the ceiling stucco Gathering in the stench of ghastly breath of wine The New Year clothes itself topside Unfashionable walls crush youthful spirit I drink alone, until morning Demons of mine in lethargy Gnawed and sluggish slivers bond my illness Horizons of hues of shapes the girl knowing Waking sweat cools slyly treats itself to my tongue Warmth of girl takes my breath save the end of I prepare God, are you there? Chapter Three Erosion All in the deflection Though his reflection isn't mine Blood in kind of brotherly loving spiteful me We close our doors of aid restraining love I have For angry boys reject the angry drudge Slave to a toilsome loving grudge It is raining erosion Blinding contortion Why in my hands I can't see you yet My rock there I can't see her stand These matters wash away too comfortably I the destined rock To erode on as grain of sand Chapter Four Facing the Crow Give to the death Long confronting his road Gurge open those words she once clung on Hung from the rope he dove to the end I die decay per diem death Metaling her heart on his mindless last breath I survive only by his hand... T.R.Sevrens
Born so old, so fragile, so wise Born alone into the world You miss your wife She passed without pain I'm sorry old man, that you left her so lonely Shuffle through the corridors She used to sit there and knit Forget it she's gone Cry at both of your pains Throw that cane away old man, your arthritus is gone Get back to your house Your children are coming They're all grown up now Tell the wife to bring some drinks You're young old man, but you're over the hill Go sit in your office Pushing papers for the man Your teenagers are reckless So don't be home late Keep it together old man, they're just at the age Slept in again today You shouldn't be late With a mortgage to pay, A wife and a baby It's okay old man, they aren't babies for long Come home from the bar To your bachelor suite A little cologne sprayed Maybe you'll get lucky Take her home old man, she's had a little too much You stole the car Not old enough to drive Try to be everything But you can't be a hero You're not a kid old man, but your voice is still cracking Wait it out now They're only bullies Don't tell the teacher They'll take your lunch money again Walk it off old man, you're just not big enough You can cry all you want It won't make her come She turned off the moniter She couldn't stand you anymore Take it easy old man, you can't even change yourself You shouldn't move around so much It makes her so queasy Just a few more months And you'll meet the world Enjoy the womb old man, life only gets harder
Today I lived my life with ghosts Both living and dead Your face, their face Slipped through my fingers and fell to the floor Hundreds of pictures of you and them Hundreds of moments and moments and moments Too numerous and caught in that web of time Dangled on a cobweb so thin, so fine It could break but does not snap And lasts and lasts And holds and holds All there, suspended in that instant Before falling to the floor, Or in the box of memories. To be kept. So where do you reside, in the bin or the box? Where do you live for future's worth? Will you be cut adrift or salvaged in those stepping stones to the past. And yet, she still picked up those photos of you Pained and dulled Still confused and stabbed by what has happened over time. She saw your face and paused. Reflected. She then gently collected up those images of you and me And saved them in the box One day for all to see in times to come. She decided not to put you in the bin. Unlike me. She rescued her childhood. Put down a marker in the sand And said stop to the sea To the waves and waves That break over time and pain Saved you from the blankless pile of Venice and Florence And Christmas and beaches and Barbies and laughter And with a simple dignity She gave you back some worth.
we started out kinda real young baby i know i was a fool, now ive grown up all of the things we use to do do you remember i wanna be your man, aint tryna be ya friend (be ya friend) so tell me do you like it drop, top, mercedes benz top up ,cause your hair be (blowin thru da wind) wheels spinning, hair did( blingin ring) ya dig she pull up at the club lookin like, millions, billions, watching you from a distance all the fellas be watching you like a vision ya sexy thighs,sexy hip, sexy midsect looking real good,make a reggin wanna hit that, forget that, i think im ready for commitment so are you ready for submission "oh" n-e-ways, i know you with him for a short change but you and me together forever, will never change when i was younger all i thought about was spitting game never caring about your feeling was to remain, the same, im sorry i cause you all this pain ( i promise you) i fill them all with brighter days (and hopefully) i just get a chance to say, that (i love you) and i hope that you feel da same way Hmmm.... we started out kinda real young baby i know i was a fool now ive grown up all of the things we use to do do you remember i wanna be ya man aint tryna be ya friend, be ya friend i aint tryna be ya friend... girl i only wanna be ya man so baby want you let me in... and i promise it will never end repeat2x
A dog and divorce I had a dog, a bitch, she loved me. I also had a wife, children Gabriel and Apple. Apple? I know my wife she wanted to be trendy. We lived downtown at a place that had been gentrified. When twins were six my wife divorced me, ok; she got the house, car, twins and the dog. I had to take a bus to work, which happened to drive passed her house. Dog saw me and followed the bus. At work she sat outside, refused to leave, I took her in she curled by my desk. Called my ex, she came, picked up the dog. The next week dog was waiting outside my office. One day, she wasn't there nor the next days. Called the ex: is dog ok? "I took her to the vet, she was jumpy it was best for her. This upset me. My ex didn't want me to see the twins, put many barriers in the way, I gave up. Twenty years later she died, after the funeral the twins asked why I never saw them? I told them, your mother didn't want me too. They thought I should have tried more. They were right, I didn't care enough they were too much like their mother it was the dog I missed a creature that loved me and didn't treat me like a bloody piggy bank.
Someone Asked Me About Marriage… Someone asked me about marriage, as a matter of fact… I thought; "what kind of questions is that?" "Let me ask a questions… If I may?" "Do you read what the God's word has to say?" Marriage is still and will always be one woman and man. I don't care how many laws we have in our land! No matter if many churches and people claim; "civil rights." Anything different than a man and woman is NOT right!" The first chapter of Romans makes it pretty clear… The days of wickedness have drawn ever near! God's wrath revealed against all ungodly living! Think about the garbage our country is giving! It speaks of men and women leaving their natural affection. Burning in lust toward one another with an ungodly attention! For this cause God has given many over to a reprobate mind… Many get involved with perversions of many kinds! Professing themselves to be wise, many have become "fools." By not obeying God's word… But their own "set of rules." Marriage is something designed many years ago. It was Adam and Eve in the beginning… This we know! My question to you is: "Why not give God a chance?" His truth remains the same! Whatever the circumstance! No court of law can change what God has established! Everything that's not of God is simply a lot of "rubbish." Jesus is coming back for a bride without "a wrinkle or a spot." It's time we come clean and become "blood bought!" Being the bride of Christ is the most important thing! He is the bridegroom and eternal love he brings! By Jim Pemberton
Wandering Eyes... Have you been captured by the wandering of your eyes? Things you once held as true and wholesome-- you now despise. Have you been "captured" by an outward beauty? Thereby neglecting your God-given duty? Has your soul been consumed with sin's all-consuming fire? With an uncontrollable appetitie and an ungodly desire. In your heart, is the Holy Spirit an uninvited guest? No wonder your life is in such a huge mess! Your head is filled with fantasies and temptations of every kind. You pretend on the outside. But you've lost control of your mind. For your failures—you have only yourself to blame. Now's the time to repent— and call on Jesus' name! Though your sins be red as scarlet-- they can be washed as white as snow. Only Jesus can be true peace and satisfaction to your troubled soul. By Jim Pemberton 2008
Are Things In Life "Out Of Place?" I visited a garage sale. And had a surprised look on my face. I noticed that some things were "out of place." To my right... Was a shelf filled with books.. And Christian ones too. To my left... Was a sign that read; "I have adult movies for you." I wondered and thought with some kind of amazement. "Does this person read these books. And watch this "entertainment?" This is common in many Christian homes... Often... People cross God's "boundaries" and "safety zones." Anyone can go to church. Pray, sing and "shed a tear." Not realizing that sin's temptation is drawing ever so near. Do you seek God's holiness and the power of Jesus' name? But each night... Before bedtime... Things aren't quite the same... Have you opened up your heart and mind... And live life unfulfilled? Is this the way you ought to live? Is this what God has willed? He desires to live inside of you. And help you to discover. With any stronghold in life. He'll help you to recover! Are things in life "out of place?" And need to be put back together? Allow God's word to guide you! His promises are forever! Everything will be where it should be... With Jesus In control! Only he can defeat the enemy that seeks to destroy your soul! By Jim Pemberton 08/03/09
My farther could not fulfill a father's duty My farther could only fulfill his own pleasures .Women .Sex .Alcohol He couldn't love us the way he loved them Coming home early hours in the morning Mother goes silent whenever he was around Wiping away her tears with her soft hands If he ever spoke Pretending she has something in her eye My farther only loved us Well pretended to love us Only when he had alcohol All the other times It was those cheap women Punching Kicking Abusing our poor mother In front of our innocent eyes He always used to say I'm going to change The only change he did was sleeping a different women He just couldnt live without It never accure to him he had a wife and children A tender age of 6 all this was going on I was shocked Ashamyed Embrassed It was like someone cast an evil eye on our family I could'nt talk to anyone At home At school Or even a family member I use to always wrote strorys of a farther and son having such a great bond I always wished those story's were true. It was like more my dad went with other women The more abuse she received The more my mother wanted to please him My mother was a woman from India A women from the Asian community If anyone found out about farther it would be bestay(shameful) My mother never had a voice to say I'm leaving The voice she had was silent 21 years they've been married Years of betrayal made by my farther Days and nights of abuse The family gathering lying on how much work he does Moaning how his wife is so lazy Moaning on how much we annoy him Going on and on how great he is. He couldent bar ethe thought of us leaving His family name would be known for scum But was was the use leaving him He was jst going to pick up move away and cheat on another woman This is the way I lived with a cheating farther.... Copyright (c) Jay Singh Thapar Jay Thapar
Nature's first successful science project, The fate of the galaxy relies on the changing of your mind. Curses and gifts. An uplifting redundancy surrounds the pronunciation Of all your phases. Kin to the world. Keeping the earth well feed With the fruit of your consideration. In love with all things young and old. From high valleys and low roads, You display many moods and modes, I try my best to play catch up. Truth is I'm lost with or without you. You leap to your feet for good luck, Only to pass it to the next man. A fan of peace and laughter, Determined not spend life cornered by strife. You stand for right. But no one understands your plite. Do you know whom I speak of? The person with the biggest smile, And the nicest compliments. The one that will stay to help you clean after the party's over. That hardy cooker. That class act. The one that got your back, no question about it. So who could it be? It is she! That woman, That mother, That girlfriend, That lover That gay brother, That best friend, And cousin. The ones you've borrowed time, Love, money, Space, ideas, And expectation from. And since I never will be able to pay you back, I want to say thank you from the bottom of my heart. Happy Belated Mother's Day!
The following promises were given of the Blessed Mother to Saint Dominic and Blessed Alan in the twelfth century These promises are fifteen in number and are for Christians who recite the Rosary. The Blessed Mother promises: 1. Whoever shall faithfully serve me by the recitation of the Rosary, shall receive signal graces. 2. I promise my special protection d the greatest graces to all those who shall recite the Rosary 3. The Rosary shall be powerful armor against hell It will destroy vice, decrease sin and defeat heresies. 4. It will cause virtue and good works to flourish It will obtain for souls the abundant mercy of God It will withdraw the hearts of men from the love of the world and its vanities (valuelessness), and will lift them to the desire of eternal things. Oh, those souls would sanctify themselves by this means. 5. The soul which recommends itself to me by the recitation of the Rosary, should not perish (die, expire, pass away). 6. Who ever shall recite the Rosary devoutly (sincerely) applying himself to the consideration of its sacred mysteries, shall never be conquered (under enemy control) by misfortune. God will not chastise him in His justice He shall not perish by an unprovided death. If he be just, he should remain in the grace of God and become worthy of eternal life. 7. Whoever will have a true devotion for the Rosary will not die without the sacraments of the Church. 8. Those who are faithful to recite the Rosary shall have, during their life and at their death, the light of God and the plentitude of His graces. At the moment of death, they shall participate in the merits of she saints UN paradise. 9. I will deliver from purgatory those who have been devoted to the Rosary. 10. The faithful children of the Rosary will merit a high degree of glory in heaven. 11. You will obtain all you ask of me by the recitation of the Rosary. 12. All those who propagate the holy Rosary shall be aided by me in their necessities. 13. I have obtained from my Divine Son that all the advocates of the Rosary will have for intercessors the entire celestial court during their life and at the hour of death. 14. All who recite the Rosary are my sons and brothers of my only Son, Jesus Christ. 15. Devotion of my Rosary is a great sign of predestination. Please help spread the "Promises of Praying the Rosary" Love & Mercy Publications PO Box 1160, Hampstead, NC 28443 www.LoveandMercy.org
We get off the plane and smell the lovely air. Hawaii. One of the most beautiful places. I look at you and smile. "This place is beautiful," I say, spinning around. "Yes, it is," you say and pull me close. "I love you," I say. I love you too," you say and kiss me. Hand in hand we walk into the setting sun. The sun's poking through the shades in our room. "Good morning beautiful," you say when I open my eyes. "Good morning," I say and smile. "I've got a surprise for you," you say and smile. I look at you questionably. "Just get dressed and I'll show you." "Okay." You take my hand and lead me down to the beach. "I heard you've always wanted to do this," you say and smile. You point to two goals. My face lights up. "Sand soccer," I say happily and look at you. You kiss me and smile, "I figured you'd like it." We walk down to the two goals and we'r e put on a team. We play for hours and hours. When the game is over, we sit on the sand by the shore. "That was fun," I say and look at you. "Yeah, it was," you say and lean in and kiss me. "I love you," I say as you warp your arms around me. "I love you too," you say and smile. We watch the sun set on the beautiful sea before we head back to our room. The next day we surf. We surf for hours. "This is great baby," you say as we sit on our boards. "Yeah," I say and smle, "you must really like doing this," I say and brush a srand of hair from your face. "Yes," you say and you lean in and kiss me.
GREET PRISCA AND AQUILA, MY CO-WORKERS IN CHRIST JESUS, WHO RISKED THEIR NECKS FOR MY LIFE ROMANS 16:3-4 PRISCA (ALSO CALLED PRISCILLA) and Aquila Were first-century lay missionaries who accompanied Paul on his travels His praise of these two indicates that their dedication was exceptional I wonder if I am ready to risk my neck for the sake of another Could I be that other-centered? These questions lead meto ponder what my motivation For what I do How ready I am to tend to those in need I must constantly consider these things My society pulls me toward individualism and self self-orientation Placing others' concerns before my own Going the extra mile Doing without something I enjoy Allowing myself to be uncomfortable or inconvenienced These are tiny but significant actions Enable me to risk my neck for the sake of another Readings and Gospel Romans 16:3-9, 22-27 Psalm 145:2-5, 10-11 Luke 16:9-15
The complete opposite of a man… Existence is unique and never less than. Her presence can be compelling and desirable, Forthright, like a force from nature, unstoppable! Exuding feminine qualities that are mesmerizing, So much so, that it's uncanny and amazingly hypnotizing. In a noble manner that she sees fit to fashion, She is capable of undeniable passion. When she loves, her emotions prevail, Her warmth and loyalty with adoration we hail, For her wholesome nurturing shall never fail. In respect to her genuine, moral sense, A being that epitomizes beauty and intelligence, So with this I say with pertinence, Show a woman honor, respect, to emphasize her importance.
I knew of a "brother" who held a grudge. From his position. He wouldn't "budge." When asked why he held this... against a certain person. Having nothing to do with him. He was certain! The reason for this grudge... Is probably "silly" to many. When asked for a good reason. There wasn't any. He said; "I don't hold any kind of unforgiveness." "What I do..." "It's none of your business!" "I don't hold a grudge and I want to be clear!" "There are some people... I wish weren't here!" Are there people in your life who've been "shut out.?" "Is this what being Christ' example is all about? Living for Christ is not about who we "avoid." If a life of Godliness is to be fully enjoyed. We can make "excuses" to stay away from somebody. This could be your brother. Neighbor. Or anybody. Christ gave his life and wants us to follow his rules... He knows all about us.... And is never fooled! May your life be filled with compassion for every soul. In doing this... You'll be made complete and whole! Discover true freedom. Leave any "grudges" in the past. Enjoy true victory in Christ... And a peace that 'll last! By Jim Pembeton 08/01/09
The Church cannot forget her mission Was made possible by the Motherhood of Mother Mary Who conceived and bore a Son Who is God from Eternal God True Eternal God from True Eternal God Mother Mary is truly the Mother of God Whose motherhood as the vocation to motherhood Bestowed by Eternal God on every man raised to its highest level Thus, Mother Mary becomes the mother of the Church and to be New Mama Eve The mother of believers, the mother of the living 4202013
Will you help me find the words Oh Calliope I need a muse, something to inspire Oh Calliope Find the words to enchant Oh Calliope Everything I give Everything I write Everything I want Everything I need Everything I try You will inspire So come to me Enchanting me Oh Calliope You're all really need Oh Calliope The words I write Tainted by your touch Oh Calliope You are not to know What will become of thee Oh Calliope You are my heart You are my soul You're all I used to be So whisper to me Oh Calliope Everything I give Everything I write Everything I want Everything I need Everything I try You will inspire, So come to me Enchanting me Oh Calliope I could always need you Something I can always use so go on enchant me oh Calliope Everything I give Everything I write Everything I want Everything I need Everything I try You will inspire So come to me enchanting me oh Calliope
Going Through A Layoff??? Are you one who watches the nightly news? And hear of the many jobs people will lose? Does this news bring to your life much uncertainty? Knowing that very soon… This could be a reality? Are you one who's filled with fear and apprehension? Feeling the burden of stress and a lot of tension? Perhaps you feel very discouraged and "distraught." Here's a "lesson" that needs to be taught! Don't allow yourself to worry about "how things are going." There's a God in heaven that you need to be knowing! He knows all about your layoff and every situation! The love and peace he gives needs no explanation! Everything that you need... Jesus does provide! Worry? Or Trust HIM? That's for you to decide! By Jim Pemberton
The instructor said: Right a poem expressing yourself using Langston Hughes' first poem as your model. When my mom had me it was just me and her. We went through hard times yet she never let our problems effect me. Now that I have grown up I see things differently. I can understand when there is a problem and know when things aren't right. Now I'm just looking for my chance to shine. I am preparing to see the world through my own eyes. And it is hard. But I get through. Most kids my age are academically preparing themself for their future. They go to school and they learn but me I am creating mine. My voice is my instrument and as long as I have it I plan to use it. My passion is singing and my heart is in performing but my money always gets spent on shopping. Yes I am a women and I was created to be of a helpmate to my spouse but that doesn't mean that I am not human. Though I may have breast and my hips may make the shape of my body different doesn't make you suprerior. I have a mind and I am an individual. I can think and make decision for myself, all while taking care of all responsibilty. I am your mother and your grandmother I was responsible for your up bringing. Don't belittle me because of my sex!
what a day to think of names and what silly days ahead filled with games I will play peek a boo and think of your mother and you yet that is nine months away so long yet so short for many plans await diaper bins and a baby gate the magic of motherhood is not quite understood at least by men we haven't a clue but nail and hammer and some glue in readiness we will build it for you we owe a great big thanks for all that is a mother for on God's green earth filled with gems there is no other
The abuse in this day has gone to far a war is fought in every other home from sibling rivalry to spousal abuse to mend these ties it seems there's no use the only thing left to do is stand up for ourselves and stop the battles for patience is not a virtue when it leads you to being black and blue we should take the fight to the streets and chant a chant to be repeat we should love ourselves enough not to be in the rough we should turn the other cheek and leave the home far at least a week for need a new philosophy when in danger we should flee love should never be an excuse to stand for abuse
We get off the plane, back in LA. We drop our stuff off at home and go out for the day. You wait outside the bathroom door. "Baby," I say. You stop breathing. "What is it?" I slowly open the door. "Yes." I say and smile. "Yes!" you scream and pick me up. You spin me around and kiss me. 9 months later I step out of the car. 3 of us this time. Isavella. Our first daughter. "She looks just likeher mom," you say and smile. "With her daddy's eyes," I say and look at you. "I love you," you say. "I love you too," I say and gently kiss me. We're older now we've made it a long way. We sit on the deck and watch the sun set. "All or nothing," I say and hold your hand. "All or nothing," you say and lead me down to the sand. "30 years is a long time," you say to me and pull me close. " So is forever," I say. You hit play and Amazed comes on. "We'll make it that far, I swer," you say as we start to dance. We look at Isabella playing in the sand. "I know baby," I say and smile. We'll last forever. Nothing will break us. We'll always be together. Together forever.
My wife can't cook as well as my mother. When cooking a meal, there is no other. With roasts, stews, or spaghetti sauce, in the kitchen, my mother is the boss. I married a girl like the one that married dear old dad. I still love my wife, and her cooking isn't that bad. Inspired by another member's poem.
I looked for your heart,but all I found were games you said so much and than you said nothing,you talked the game but not for me,I was never the one to get your heart, see you never said there was another who had you,all I got was the games,but she had you, did you think I was easy did you think I would lose myself like that,I'm a strong sister looking for a strong person,I thought you were the one,but you turned out to be like all the others.
At times you may think I don't acknowledge you. But just know that i see all that you do. I am thankful for you all of the time, and surely you are one of a kind You mean more to me than I can possibly say, and without you here, i'd last not a day. you are my calm amidst the storm, since the very first moment in front of your dorm. You are my life long partner and friend, and we'll be together until the end. all your hard work, it isn't in vain, for you my dear, ill do the same. Your patience and caring and love for our kids, is the most important thing you possibly did. you cook, clean, plan and budget too, what else could i ever want from you? each day is a new time in our life, and i'm so glad that i made YOU my wife!!!!! THANK YOU FOR ALL THAT YOU DO!!!!
Those Who Have Wronged Us… I had a loved one whom I thought loved me. I couldn't understand how she would treat me! I thought she was a Christian. She said she was. She told me; "I don't like you just because!" As the years went by, just the way she lived. I wanted nothing to do with her! Much less forgive! The things she did were hurtful and caused pain. I didn't even want to mention her name! Years later, I felt the lord tugging at my heart! God wanted a healing… And a fresh start I wanted an apology… It never took place. I felt the Lord asking me for more of his grace. You see, after all these years, with no words spoken. I heard of some news, and my heart was broken. I found out this person was soon at death's door. When I found out… I fell to the floor! I cried "Father in heaven will you please forgive me? I didn't love her, in spite of how she would treat me!" The opportunity I had was a chance for forgiving. Now she hasn't much longer that she'll be living! May this be a warning and a "wake up" reminder! To those who wronged us, we need to be kinder! Christ' love needs to break the "barriers" down. So forgiveness in our lives will certainly be found! By Jim Pemberton
She sees her older kids off to the school bus Then takes her little one to preschool She then comes home and spends the whole day in bed Until her kids and husband return home And they ask "mommy how was your day?" She says "it was a good. I did this and that. I had so much accomplished today" She then warms up quick frozen meal for the family And the cycle continued for years She says adderral saved her life She couldn't function Of all the medications she tried, this one brought sun and rain back to her life She can now wear her make-up, look good and get out of the house She can now dance in the rain as her bundles of joy sprout But she has a divorce coming, soon And, she looks at it with a positive eye
Six hours past and it still isn't over. Your palms sweat and your body shaking. The mind raceing with your thoughts. All these questions, no answers. You panic, friten and scared. The pain and watching is to much. But your love keeps you in touch. One last push and a life is born. The parents hold there new baby boy.
PeoplePleaseTheyDiffer PeoplePleaseTheyDiffer a differ song Salt And Peepers Yin and Yankee... all of us are just too many people suffer in the shaded oasises while long knives wait as ninjas making promises to GOD. One man smiles his KNOWING at me another shoots them daggers in me they both make promises that they can't keep me with the horror of they lust. Eye like children best at how they trust us. A little girl is singsonging and her mother is in horror at the man for he must HATE the little girl for making noises WAIT this old man loved it he was never very mean about it but secretly he hummed his breathe to match the song the little one has hummed. Thinking now only good thoughts of his GOD and how some people are just young and how they have that innocence of youth just keep the little girl from growing old OH WENDY WENDY WENDY please just learn to fly to never ever land with peter pan and she is making every word she speaks into a rhyme for she is the offspring of the wine the very poese and this poet the loving daughter of mye mamsie she is so very in mye heart a world apart but ever near me sometimes she seems to be left in me in the places next to mother held so dearly one man HARD as stone another yeilding growing older in the recess of the conquest of his time. Sometimes it seems this poem could go on forever for this poet would just stay and type these words forever and hum a differ song. ...yes ewe its for MARY.
(This is a fictional poem) My son was in the road and a tractor-trailer couldn't stop in time. The driver ran over my boy and he broke this heart of mine. My wife and I should've been watching him but we were having an argument. When you get right down to it, we were being negligent. We were arguing because money is something we lack. But no amount of money can bring my boy back. My wife and I cry everyday because we can find no reason to go on. We've seen how superficial it is to fight over money now that he's gone.
My Heart Breaks Every time I look into their eyes. I know you're here, I feel your lips upon mine every time my heart breaks. I know you watch over them, But Do you see the pain you brought by leaving us? Do you see the wonder, that they want to know, in there eyes? The Questions that they want answered? Why you? Why God? The night bring on more questions, that they want answered. Please mend my broken heart. Please stop the wondering building in there eyes. Please answer the questions they need answered. Please still be with us, Forever.
Three biological Three step Ten Adopted I have not slept I worry twenty-four hours a day For the past eleven years For they keep growing up Boxes of tissues for my tears Multiple romances, Drugs, schools Deaths, marriages Grandchildren rules Diseases, surgeries Broken bones, and hearts Wrecked vehicles, drivers test Egos, fighting over pop tarts Loud music, laundry galore Parties, jobs, and money too Who picks me up when I fall Myself, that's who I love unconditionally It's the only way to survive If my ex would do the same We would have kept our love alive So here I am I made a choice to teach The children of the world Love cannot be preached You must harbor it in abundance For you will need it in time When I'm am old an fragile I know love will be mine I cry, I get angry, I'm lonely at times too But the crazy things I've seen with these children Is always something new Not one day of peace Although they do try That's all I can ask for My river of tears will never run dry If they set me up with one more date I may just get irate I don't need anyone to love me I'll get it at heavens gate
Whale-bone satchel hidden underneath The husband comes in to take the sheath From his wife, To pull away the knife. Support this cradled strap Call the cartographer for a map To chart the followed Path, Taken before by Plath. Hold the chest For this test Of love, Of affection From above, This rejection Holds still a toy For a boy And twirls For a girl.
A beautiful entity bestowed upon me with gentle touches of a silky rose petal Warming eyes with love so deep and profound, tapping into the depths of my soul, allowing me to surrender to life and the world around me The voice of a gentle breeze in a mid summer night, caressing the body, answering the insecurities of a little boy skin with a milky softness so smooth, the warming touch of a hand upon my face, blanketing me from the evils of this world Power to rejuvenate life so precious, a spawn of my blood into this world is born With natural grace and compassion to nurture the children of gods creations, mothers, sisters, daughters, wives are thee creators, trophies of life
i am, from the newest of born clay made of my mother's earth to be molded and not to be played with i am, the pain of glass made of sand to block the wind to be looked though and never meant to be broken i am from the small crust of bread made of the smallest grain bake in the hottest of suns and not meant to be shared i am, from the oldest of rain drops made of heaven first tears to wash and refresh with essence of water and perception of , thousands years made to love only you to kiss only you soft and ready only for you
It's not something for which you would have to pay nor take a lot of time to decide It's not something I've ever asked from you before but it will have to come from the heart It's not something that's cute or precious to the eye It's not a piece of clothing or something to hang on the wall no words are needed but would be appriciated So when you ask what it is I want this Mother's Day my simple request is this Please take away my anger, my hurt, my fears, my sorrow and pain
Do you know what love means to you? Can you put it in your pocket or store it away for another day. Is it the special moment in time? Does it last forever or does it go away. Our loved one is hear only for awhile Do you give of your time a little or do you give more. Do you take the time to love them and hold them dear. Do you lend that helping hand do you walk that mile. Is your loved one dear to your heart. Do you take the time to listen and let them know you care. When they are feeling down and need a listening ear. Do you take the time to be there or do you not really care. What about the old when there life on earth will be ending soon. Do you tell them that they are very important to you and if they need you will be there. What about the children that mean so dear. Do you spend the time to hear their dreams and fears They are only little for only a short while and grow up and leave the nest. Their world is important to them so hold them dear to you. And walk that extra mile. There are many forms and meanings of what you feel is love. loving ,sharing ,caring Now I ask you this one more time the question is this. What is love
POETS . POETS POETS Some people are just different some people are just blessed Some people are not better more humble than the rest of people seem Some people make a stab at things unseen A simpleton a farmer a soldier and the rest a laborer a warrior a vest A statesman and a teacher a lion of a man and a little baby lamb These poets These poets These poets of the land. A Doctor and a Lawyer and the Indian. A surveyor when he can find the time makes rhyme. A carpet layer and a concrete maker the least of these and them. A forgotten homeless in the corridor of time. Endless women blessed woman making rhyme. These Poets These Poets These Poets of the land. Some people have so many problems stemming from the lust. Some people have so many journeys starting on the dust. Every march of a thousand miles begins with just one step. Every poem written began with just one word. Yellow and white and black as night. These Poets These Poets These Poets of the land. .
Miryelle's hair is everywhere. It's over here; it's over there. It's on the sofa and the arm chair. It's in the dresser with my underwear. And as we clean and scrub, scrub, scrub, We find hair in the sink and tub. I look on the desk and on the mantle- Then the table reveals it on the soup handle. It's even in the corner on the toy box, And she still has a head full of brown locks. I find it whenever I drive to the plant- There on my shirt and there on my pants. And when I come back home at night, Her hair's on my pillow underneath the lamp's light. It tickles my neck; it's around my ear. Miryelle has left her kisses here. Then in the morning when we get up, I wonder what I'll find on my coffee cup. I pick up my comb, and it's there on my brush. She heard my complaint and said, "Please hush!" And as she walked around from here to there, I had an epiphany as she tossed her hair. She's a caring mother and a loving wife, And so she touches everything in my life.
Woman is a precious pearl For you to shine, don't hurl Woman should be loved Never hit her with a club Woman should be kissed Not by your mighty fists Woman is created, for us So, love her till you pass Woman will always be there When ever you need her care Woman is your loving mate Even if you come home late Woman is your everlasting soul From you, God created her soul
From taunting the bee, I paused awhile and stared at them, a couple. She was yelling at him. Curse words of her sunk, deeply into his heart, yet he managed though to smile. And while I was cowering in silent fear, he approached her, like a grounded child and then kissed her. When whirlwind subsided, finally their splendiferous rite continued, my ole spirits sung, with such relief. "Alleluia to the heaven's sky!" …for I won't be choosing in which cup I must drink.
What wouldn't I have done for Mother Anna when daddy left home, and abandoned his children... like they were orphans forgotten and alone? On that winter's evening snowflakes danced cheerfully, and the Christmas Tree shone brilliantly as an angel fell and broke his wing; silence descended to denote a great loss... stirred by a commotion that couldn't be stustained! A wife lost her companion; kids, an uncaring father who could never lead or set an example for them to admire the most... Underneath the bare oak tree, by the brightness of the street lamps... three young girls sobbed and wept sadly; an airplane fled across the vast sky illuminated by the splendid stars: they waved their trembling hands to someone they would never see again, was theirs a memorable cry? What would have I done in the eyes of God, if not help you carry half of the load: denouncing with anger and grief his selfishness and injustice? Mother Anna,that pain was immensely mutual, drawing us together to defy his action which was thougthless and cruel; Mother Anna,your wisdom indicated retribution...
This glimpse of my soul how well I wrote it. And now they're reading it, this glimpse Of my soul, of which I called poem. Ahh, my soul has become a poem for all. D'you know how popular I became 'cos of this glimpse Of my soul, of which I called poem? I can tell you, even if you don't ask About this glimpse of my soul, of which I called poem Not 'cos I'm rightfully right bragging it... But simply 'cos I wanted you to know That this glimpse of my soul, of which I called poem Was about the slow death of happiness--- Inspired by you, who Ran away with a wealthy lover Instead of making the stars happy, being their mother.
Hannah was favored, But Peninnah was fertile- Both, wives of one man. Peninnah provoked Hannah til she cried to God For an open womb. Elkanah trembled With Hannah, the wife he loved After they worshiped. God was exalted. Peninnah's voice was silenced By Hannah's promise.
Not a day goes by , my thoughts are not with you, thinking maybe, someone will have the guts, and courage to say, "OK, I was wrong." Daily our troops are killed, and wounded so bad, trying to start their life over, but it will never be what they had. Is this a war for peace, or a war for oil, all I know for sure, our tempers are ready to boil. Our leaders are backing up, when it comes to our troops, but they don't have a problem sleeping, for what they do. How many now have been killed in this war, How many now will never walk, How many now can't see their children, How many now have been abandoned, How many now have been burned, How many now can't hold their wife, How many now can't get help, I think our country has done enough, If they can't handle their problem, well that's just tough. Our troops, our money, our sacrifice, something here is not right. Their land, their oil, and they keep it all. Somebody better open their eyes, and then maybe explain to a mother, why her child had to die.
(This is a fictional poem) He should've listened to our mother. She said you'd cheat on my brother. You slept with another man just two weeks after you walked down the aisle. My brother deserves better than you because you're a witch and you're vile.
(This is a fictional poem) You're in a coma because you had a bad wreck one night. You took off in your car because we had a fight. I started the argument and I made you cry. I'll never be able to live with myself if you die. Our kids desperately need your love and I do too. If you die, we'll be lost wiithout you. As I've sat here and held your hand, I've cried and cried. The doctor wants to pull the plug and it's tearing me up inside. The doctor says you can't live without life support and I have a difficult decision to make. But if you die, it will tear me apart as I watch our kids hearts break. I wish I was the one lying lifeless in this bed. Without you in my life, there will be nothing but pain and loneliness ahead.