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FROM A HOSPITAL BED Wordancer Even if I'm dizzy with an aching head, I must not disturb the others in the beds In this hospital ward where not much is said For fear of making a fuss. It's not much fun with nothing to do Can't even get up to go to the Loo The doctors come, and ask, 'How are you?' It's hard to tell them which is worse Visiting hours and here's Dad and Mum Who immediately asks me why I'm so glum. I tell them, 'The others had ice-cream, but I got none, And, if it was you Dad; you'd curse!' Patting my hand, Mum says, 'It's all right,' And Dad says, 'You might get some tonight, Cos you're looking better, you're not so white, I'll go over and ask that nurse.' Back he comes grinning down the ward, And sits back in the chair without a word, To Mum he whispers so he can't be heard Then his eyes meet mine, his lips are pursed. The doors swing open; a nurse comes through, Carrying a tray and says, 'This is for you, You can have some now you are healing like new, To Mum, Dad says, 'We'll cancel the hearse!' I've broken no bones, the x-rays prove, But there'll be a scar and a slight groove Left from the fencepost that failed to move When I fell on it, off my horse With an arm in a sling and one foot on the ground, The other in plaster and my head bandaged round, I'm going home soon, and my horse has been found Across the river, but he's none the worst. It's easy to laugh with no aching head And it doesn't disturb the others in beds 'There is no need to fear,' as everyone says, 'Just ring the bell for the nurse!'
Death isn't what you think it is, At least not when you sit with Death Death I know. I know because once I was in the same room with Death Death isn't horrific, she, he is not a monster, it was not frightening when I met Death Death claimed my father when I wasn't there but she, he waited for me, the night I met Death Death took the warm breeze from my father's chest left him cold to the touch I was there next to Death Death stole my father's voice left him quiet among the roar of silent tears. I felt the moisture in the room next to Death Death left with no more then what filled shallow pockets graciously bowed on the way out, so I bowed to Death Death I knew walked out empty handed as he does my father's life still burning in memories, so I bowed to Death my father's body was dead in that hospital bed but I couldn't help kiss warm my father's flesh but I couldn't help speaking to him "I love you Dad" three years passed since that night my father is still alive in memories bright he accomplished so much, touched so many never a time when I needed my Dad never once was he not there to help how could you be sad for a man like that he lives in my heart sheltered there even when I am long gone he will live preserved by my children and then theirs how could you feel sad for a man like that Always stood a giant in the largest of crowds He was loved and admired, he never died He was just needed somewhere else Death isn't always what you think. he, she came and left light as a feather I barely felt the presence of Death Death? I've met him, when I meet her again there will be no fear Death! It isn't always what you think it is. When I met Death it was gentle as a lamb. Maurice Yvonne 09/23/2014 Contest: The Poet III Sponsor: Gautami Phookan
LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC When you find rhythm You find your hearts inner core Celebrate the times Make them better than before Reminisce and dance all night
My affirmation deceitfully severed forever robbed by selfishness Left to tackle life alone Tumbling in the wake of my dad's mess He left when I was three The crevasse has increased for 33 years Traded his life with us For another woman and a couple of beers He wasn't there to pick me up When I fell off of my bike To teach me how to fish Or enjoy a nature hike Now I'm a father to my son Hoping not to make the same mistake Living day to day on this lake of life My son in tow through my own wake It's been nine years and we're going strong Six more years with my son That's more with him than I had with mine My son I guard in a web I've spun A web of love, discipline, and nurture Full of "I love you's" and "see ya in the morning" A kiss before school and one before bed Lots of playing, talking, reading, and singing My son doesn't know the pain I feel To not know my dad in intimate ways No hands to comfort me or words to heal No dad in sight for 12,045 days.............................(and counting) ------------------------------------------------------ My son and I have a great relationship and for this I am thankful......
You Made the Stars Hush A simple man was he, one child of ten, Who lived and worked the farm with family, But stardust fell on him…time and again He hid away to read his books to see What life could offer him and he give back, If he would leave the farm to chase his star With talents that would keep his dreams on track… And so he left to raise his future's bar. Concerned for family for what he'd done… One son of three now gone, and only two Remained to work the land beneath the sun… But still he followed stardust trails anew. No school beyond eighth grade, he still pursued Production of the tube-based radio, In Nineteen-Thirty, when its parts were crude Yet intricate…and he became a pro. The stardust led him to a higher plane Whereby in time he owned a factory, Employed so many workers who would gain Good living in a time of poverty. Oh Dad, you hushed the stars…you did not fail, With inner strength you followed their bright glow, To choose this path that led you to prevail And help so many people live and grow. This gift of courage you have offered me To follow and make use of dreams to share, To let our stardust paths lead on to free The will to seek the best on our life's stair. Sandra M. Haight Contest: How You Make the Stars Hush Sponsor: Justin Bordner
Year of the Acorn (For my Father who has Parkinsons & Alzheimer's) 22/12/12 21:21 pm Out on a winter walk one day you solemnly put an acorn into my hand. Something in my head whispered "Keep it safe and he'll be safe". I kept it to this day. Year one. One candle on my cake, burned into my mind's eye forever. You took a photograph to keep me in the picture. Year four. My sister arrived in the world. You took me to feed the swans. Back home she greeted us with screams. I fled, covering my ears. Year thirteen. Mother told me the facts of life. You kept well out of it. Year nineteen, A disco at the end of a long, quiet road. You always drove me safely there and back. You were judge and jury of all boyfriends. Year twenty three. You gave me away to the best boyfriend of all. A montage of eras replay in the bright lens of memory till the year of the walk and the acorn. And I kept it safe so you'd be safe, only now it looks cracked and old; not quite like an acorn and you are not quite like you.
Dedicated to my Dad Jerry W. Niday 3/20/1952 - 6/18/2013 I am who I am because of him He's the reason for my son's name He gave me my courage & my strength To stand tall even when standing wasn't easy Stand for the ones who can't To think and fend for myself I'm my Daddy made over Taught me to fight back To never back down How to pick myself back up When I've been knocked down Fight for what I believe I'm my Daddy made over He gave me my stubbornness Gave me my pride Gave me my temper Taught me not to take crap To speak my mind no matter who Work for what I want I'm my Daddy made over How to keep my emotions in check How to handle large amounts of pain When in trouble he always had my back He knew how my mind worked better than anyone I got it from him I'm my Daddy made over Even though he's gone I'll stand and continue on I may stumble I may fall May even get hurt along the way But I'll pick myself back up I'll dust myself off and stand tall I'm honored and proud to say I'm my Daddy made over Sabrina Niday Hansel ______________________________________________________________________ Placed 1st in "Unsung Hero" 7/2014 contest Also 3rd. in "Portrait of a Poet" 1/2014
I'm tired I'm Physically and Emotionally tired I don't want to be the strong one anymore I can't this time I don't know what to do Daddy I need your help down here I can't get back in control of my emotions I'm having a hard time dealing with your absence I'm having a hard time standing by myself I need your help Daddy I'm broken and lost without you Daddy I need your will to want to carry on I need your strength to over come this I need your strength to stay standing Your courage to fight back again I need your help Please Daddy I'm at a loss How am I suppose to do this I need your guidance I need you to guide me back To whom I was before I need your help Daddy I need your help
He was always so happy strong and bold. He'd give you the shirt off of his back. Tough. Independent. He had a rough life growing up through the depression, but like he always does, he got through it. He has two boys, of whom he is so proud. Moved from Regina, to Victoria. He had the best life anyone his age could have wanted. But ever since his wife died, he has not been the same. Sad Lonely Empty. But like he has always done, he got through it. Mind slipping, just a little forgetful. That's how it always starts out... But like always, he powered through it, until now... He is not the same person that I used to know. He been sentenced to the prison in his own mind. Possessed by the thoughts of his dogs ashes. He likes to play the blame game, but we know he doesn't remember that it was him. He wakes up in the night shaking with pain, tears streaming down his face. There is nothing we can do, Oh well... Two more tylenol. Hold on to hope for as long as you can, It's only a matter of time now. He gets vocal, a very loud tone. He'll block you in your room and make false accusations But we know that it's the pain induced monster in him. Tick tock, tick tock... You can't handle the stress anymore you have to leave. Just hope for the best, maybe it will get better. Surprise, it doesn't. Your denial is foolish, everyone knows what happens next. Sedation Medication Anger Hurt All results of dementia
24 PROMISES Waking up in the arms of fire. Ashes all around, burning picture frame. I see nothing, the night is dark as can be. I look up, and see my father crying over me. At this moment, I'm confused. "AM I DREAMING!" "AM I!" I feel and see the tears falling from his eyes. Without hearing him talk, I PANIC ~ ~At this moment. I feel my whole world collide~ Trying to talk, he whispers words, Saying, "It's your mother!" He mutters, them words I don't want to hear. "NO DAD DON'T TELL ME!" "NO DAD DON'T TELL ME!" My heart drops onto the floor.. One long drop, I can feel everything in me wake up. My blood is rushing, my bones can't stand still.. These tears, falling from my dad are real. *I'm not dreaming* ANYMORE! Without caring to put my shoes on, I rush into my car, and make it to mother's house. The hours began to drag. I got to see her lifeless body on the floor, The paramedics setting her on to a gurney. I jump on the ambulance, Yelling at my mother to wake up. "WAKE UP!" "WAKE UP!" She can't hear me,,, cause I'm crying. At this moment every minute felt like an hour. **I actually felt eternity, just by holding her hand.** Arriving at the hospital. I try to pull myself together. Now her body is attached to life support. I'm thinking she will pull through. She always pulls through. I closed my eyes, and told God, I know I don't believe in miracles, nor will I ask for one, Don't take her today, or in that way. Let her go on her own. My eyes where close so tight, God allowed a vision in my mind.. "My mother waiting for me on the other side" I refused to let them remove her off LIFE SUPPORT. Leaning over her lifeless body. I whispered one thing into her ear, I told her, my son's birthday near. I told her you never where there for me, Stay for his birthday, than set your self free. Hours, and hours past, she made it the first day. Another 24 hours past, she stuck around another day. Another 24 hours past, now it's my son's birthday. Not another hour past, she decided to go her way. She left without saying Good bye... I cried, Ever since that day something inside me died. by;p.d.
I miss you dad every single day The wonderful Times I remember Are the times we spent together going To dinner and church The times I will cherish always on this earth Your gentle ways and smiles and hugs Made Life worthwhile for this is true Forever you are missed in my heart and soul But the forever is Heaven and you are there basking In the Light of the Lord I miss you dad and loved you so much But eternity is yours to no longer hurt Cancer is what took you far too soon I am always remembering your hugs and I loved you so much too. Eternity is there for you now and forever Remember I love you and Kisses from here to you in the forever they call Heaven from earth
Have you ever squeezed a lemon before? (you very might well have and just not realized it). Each time you grab the steering wheel, you feel determined: There's no way in hell you're waiting another minute! A lemon is sure a close call, and anyone's capable of it - every Tom, Dick and Harry. Sometimes you don't see it at all, until you look up and realize it's already turned cherry. It's a rarer site to see someone squeezing that one, but there's no doubt it happens now and then. Some call it stupid, others brave and daring. Me? I just wanna get out of the car and grab a pen. Squeezing a lime sounds much more safe. Feeling a bit less brave, a small price to pay, for living another glorious day. But my dad is a different sort all together. He goes through the entire fruit smoothie, it's just his way. There'll be honking from behind, people yelling, "What are you friggin' color blind? Get off the Bluetooth, man!". And I'm just sitting in the front seat thinking, "I have such great writing material, so close at hand". I'll have my head crouched low feigning embarrassment, but in reality this man, driving me, where I need to go is the spitting image of myself forty years down the road...
The evening star glowing in a dust choked sky. A girl stands by a window, with a tear in her eye. She stares at the scene, hardly visible through the grime. She whispers in the wind, "Bring my Dad home this time" She opens the window, and climbs outside, Having a flashlight, in her hand, as her guide. Its glow shows the sides of the street. She's afraid for what the light will meet Bodies piled everywhere she turns, She wants to go home, and never return. What brought this fate upon her town? All her emotions are stripped and torn down. A frightening sound explodes in her ear. Shadows in the road now appear. She run and hides behind a broken wall Praying to god the rest doesn't fall. Footsteps coming closer to her She can't tell who because it's all a blur She backs away further so not to be seen in light, Quieting her heart pounding from fright. Gun shots and screams fill the air, All these sounds, her ears couldn't bear. A slight whimper slips from her lips, And over the broken stone she trips. The shadows run closer, showering her heart with fear, She wishes they would just disappear. They pass by her; she fills with delight, She just wants to see her dad tonight. She shines the light, to show her place, And to the shine comes a familiar face. She doesn't understand who's to blame Because on the tag shows her father's name. She holds in her tears and refrains from crying. She falls to the ground where her dad was lying. She lifts his arm and buries her face in his chest. She closes her eyes wanting to forget the rest. The shadows emerge yet she doesn't see, How close the end for her would be. They look down at her, aim, shoot, and fire. Being with her dad is her only desire. The night had ended causing a little girl harm But she took her last breath, in her father's arms.
The last great snowflake standing Little snowflakes fell swiftly All around the house they fell Eight male flakes_three little girls House was lively in winter As they all warmed by the fire Boys' boistour tales, girls brush long hair Then silence all rested heads At four A.M. each morn_chores Breakfast, lunch packed off to school Walking that long mile was rule School was important dad said Soon the oldest snowflake wed As life goes all followed him Leaving the warm hearth behind Some of them to produce twins As life goes_death visited All their humble doors sadness Some had children die at birth And some at very young age What they saw in their lifetime Changes that took place_cars_planes Atom bomb that ended war None their warm family disgraced Death started visiting doors One above middle went home first Then slowly they all went home But dad was the last snowflake
In all my years I've never seen a face so weathered, yet seldom mean. A semblance of a younger man of whom I was the biggest fan. A tired soul in eyes so hollow, where he went this kid would follow. Now he's resting more and moving less. Is this what's left for God to bless? Disease and age have beat him down, yet no one ever sees him frown. Mortal thoughts creep in as days go by. What's it really like when we die? But he won't dwell on that, with time so fleeting, and his mind still sharp, despite the beating. No he won't complain, why even bother? My hero is this wonderful father.
~The Devil in a Bottle~ Waves or fears so thick you could feel them ripple up the stairs… The screams the pleadings the sobs, We would chant our well learnt prayers… We learnt them from over use; we learnt them off by rote, Huddled together at night in bed - underneath the overcoat. That is our blanket on the bed for three. Please God don't let our dad hurt our pretty mum-my. This nightly prayer was our plea, we nightly did espouse Because we learned the devil- he had now entered our house. Our dad was the nicest man around, but the devil was spirits and beer. He could be so happy until his drink - filled us all with fear. Our mum became religious to fight this devil away But she was never strong enough even though she would pray all day. The happy days came when he went to work at sea. Weeks of peace, we enjoyed we were happy all could see. We forgot about how easily when he was home, the life that we enjoyed. Happiness and fun soon left us as he quickly became annoyed. Then the ripple of tension and fear would creep back in the house Made us wish we could hide in a hole, just like a little mouse Hidden away scurrying through walls, and in between floors Not having to listen to - screams behind closed bedroomdoors. © ~GG~ 2/08/2012 THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION
"Friend, Mind wandering through misty woods. You don't understand your purpose. Friend, I knew you too little, Please do not shed your salty emotions, Not out of anger, not out of sadness. Friend, You now lose your way so easily, You sink, you burst, you burn inwardly. You weep from frustrations, From the guilt of an honest smile, From pains, that you forget for a moment, That come swiftly back to haunt you of your loss. I understand, dear friend. You once had a light and the woods seek to snuff it out. Do not fear, dear friend, Friend follow me, as I once did you. Friend, now you see? Yes, you see, The little wisps in the fog that guide us home." ~In memory of Bill Hamman, and all else who have suffered the pains of Alzheimer's
He was standing there alone on the bridge He must have been about twelve years old. I asked, "What are you doing here, lad? It's very dark and kind of cold." "I'm not supposed to be out this late at night But my mom and dad are having a fight So I'm on this bridge and I don't know why Seems like all I do anymore is cry. You don't know what it's like To hear the shouting every day I love my mom and dad But they say things they shouldn't say I have a sister and a little brother And we are only learning how to hurt each other. If I was granted any wish that I could think of All I would want is a home filled with love Maybe my mom and dad could find it in their heart To forgive each other and make a brand new start Then our lives would be like they should be And I could dump these feelings that are haunting me Thanks, mister for listening to me talk Can you give me a ride home. I'm afraid to walk If you hadn't stopped, I wouldn't have seen daylight You see, I was going to jump off that bridge tonight." Sometimes a kind word or just listening for a few moments can make a difference in someone's life.
My name is James, born 1961 In Inverness, a small Scots town To my father Andrew, and my mother Beryl And Billy my brother, a pair of devils In 67, we woke one night Our house was ablaze, full of orange light Our neighbour next door, for whatever reason Started a fire, it must be crazy season We had too move to a caravan park By this time it,s three, to make a new start My mother Beryl decide to leave But the three of us left, never bothered to grieve In the next few weeks, we ended in court Two small children, in a marriage abort We were asked to choose either Dad or Mum But we ignored the parent, who went on the run As we left the court, to start a new life We felt sorry for Dad, as his illness was rife He never told us that he was unwell It would upset one of his boys, as the future will tell Then came the night all parents dread; Being told one of his boys is nearly dead We were going to a boys club, on a Monday night My brother was running so far out of sight I turned the corner to see him ahead No!! he's been hit by a van, Boom's Boom's dead I ran to my father, sreaming and crying I'm finding my life,at 7 - far too trying After the funeral, and with my father unwell We left Inverness, our eyes a swell To go as two, and not three as before It's like Mother Nature closed a door So we headed west, to a place called Fort William Was it in the stars, cause Billy " is " William We moved there, as the air was so pure Hoping my father will find his cure For whatever reason, we left the above We found no Angel or peaceful dove So we headed back to Inverness Fathers health decreasing, life still a stress Over the next few years, i was fostered and loaned In couples houses and children's homes It was really strange in all those places Different people, different faces Then on the 16th of Feb - 76, James, i was told, your dads very sick. The cancer had taken your father away To be with Billy, where you'll join them one day In 77, i joined the Navy, as i promised my dad you see. I did'nt enjoy it, i decided to leave Back up north, where my futures to be I wanted to have, what my parents had lost And that was my aim, no matter the cost see page 2 of 2, ty.. http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/me.php
My younger sibling, I brought you painfully up, you brought me "pain" fully I myself struggled through constant hard times, your constant struggling with yourself, hard timed me I cleared a pathway through life for you, you clearly thought the pathways were lined with gold Today I had to repair, Mums front door, the door you caused to be kicked down yesterday I love you and will defend you, even when you are wrong, which as you know, you never are You lost your parents some way back and now it seems you somehow lost your way I can't believe you did this thing, I can't believe you did The shame on mum and dad's memory and then you run and hid You cannot mess with men like this, they follow no set rules Wealth becomes a god to them, they do not suffer fools I pulled you from a hole today, I pulled you from a hole The talk was death to stinking thieves, I saved your very soul You lost your mum and dad so young, is that why you rebel but life is not a one way street, I lost them both as well You brought me lots of grief tonight, you brought me lots of grief I brought you up as many things but one was not a thief I handed back, the things you took, I gave them all right back The men who stood at mums front door had shot guns in a sack The offer that they offered me, was one, to not refuse Return the goods the "bastard took" or read it in the news If mum and dad were still alive, for this you would pay dear If mum and dad were still alive, do I make myself clear I can't believe you did this thing, I can't believe you did The shame on mum and dad's memory and then you run and hid
Dear brother you were only 22 when the good Lord came calling for you Water had consumed your last breath Coroners said was a flashback from heroin and meth I had always looked up to you but your verbal abuse made me and the others feel blue black hair hazel eyes man you look so like Elvis imitating shaking your hips and pelvis blisters and sores on your young pale face oh boy how you had fallen from Gods grace you had a little girl right after you died Mom always stood by her and your girlfriend's side first Grandpa then you Dad Mom and brother Bob for my life now feels like I've been robbed missed over 30 yrs of wishing you birthday greetings now at the dinner table there is limited seating but every year when your birthday comes and passes I will be there to pick your grave site overgrown grasses I wonder what you would look like today or even if your hair would be full of grey I have forgiven for all you had done to me for I hold no regrets so your soul can be free heres wishing you another birthday greeting as I lay this card and rose at your grave site's seating Please give Grandpa Dad Mom and brother Bob my love for someday I will reunited with all of you above For now I have my own little girl for she is my own everyday world I promise to tell her all about you and how God will turn you into someone pure and new Rest in peace my loving dear brother heres another birthday wish I send in passion smothers In Loving Memory Of My Brother Gary 10/ 18/ 48 6 / 5 / 71
There on that bench, here in this park Was where I met God, alone in the dark. He wasn't adorned with riches galore. He was a pauper man, not needing more. He sat with me then, as I was so scared. Just eight years old, and I got lost at the fair. Separated from family, didn't know where to go I sat on the bench and waited there so. Along came this man, scared of him I was Until he sat next to me, I lost fear because He spoke with a tone and offered a hand, A sign to me that he would understand. I told him my story. He said not to fear. He'd stay with me until family was near. I felt reassured and safe as could be. His warm soft voice, it blanketed me. Then in the distance, my dad had appeared. He was right all along, I had nothing to fear. My dad came up crying and hugged me so tight. I then turned to that man to wish him goodnight. He was there on the bench, I knew it for sure. When I turned my head, he wasn't there anymore. I looked at my dad and told him of my tale He smiled back at me and fell awfully pale. He said, "Son when you need him, God does appear. It's not very strange that He was right here. He serves and protects and loves us all much. I believe He was here and gave you His touch." I was amazed at those words that my father said. I couldn't wait to go home and pray at my bed. "Dear God up in the Heaven, I thank you, I do. You sent me a savior and that savior was You. You reached to this child, protected this night. You offered him hope and provided light. You took away his fear and made him feel warm. Mostly, Dear God, you kept him from harm. Thank you."
He loved you too, you know Loved you like his very own In away you were You came into his life as my friend Through the years you grew to be my brother in arms Along the way you became the son he never had He loved you as a friend He loved you even more as a son A son he never had When things began to spiral out of control You stayed when so many others ran away You helped when I couldn't You meant a great deal to him You never looked at him differently Nor did you treat him differently You stood by his side When he fell, you stood by his side and mine You were willing to help me fight his battle for him You were there from the beginning You were there until the bitter end Always remember my friend, my brother He loved you more than you'll ever know ____________________________________________________________ Dedicated to close Family friend Rodney Howard. He loved my Daddy just as much as I did/do.
We lost more than just a Dad that day We lost half of how we came to be We lost we four girls first love We lost our Best Friend We lost more than just a Dad that day Our Mom lost her Soul Mate, Her other half Our children lost their Papaw We lost our family's foundation We lost the glue that held us together We lost more than just a Dad that day We lost the Strongest man we ever knew We lost the man we looked up too We lost we four girls Teacher of many things We lost more than just a Dad that day We four girls lost our Hero We lost some of our Light We lost part of our Heart We lost part of our Soul We lost more than just a Dad that day We lost some of our Courage We lost some of our Strength We lost some of our will to fight back We lost some of our will to carry on We four girls lost more than a Dad We lost more than just a Dad that day
Over fifty years have passed, Tho' it seems like just the other day; My father gave me golf clubs, "It's a game you need to learn to play." He said, "It's very difficult, but so is life. There's more to learn than grip and swing and rules, Like honesty and dealing with adversity; Then, pointing to his head, "… and how to use ALL your tools. Play the Course… and Mother Nature… Focus on just one shot at a time; Try to learn from each of your mistakes; Then, do your best to leave them behind. These clubs will teach you more Than our 'man to man' talks. This you'll learn for yourself, So you can "walk the walk." "Practice makes better, but not perfect. And always remember what they say: '"Golf is not a game that we can win. It's just a game we play.'" His lessons served me very well, Took them to heart and played the game. And life is much like a round of golf. Despite the bad shots, I'm always glad I came.
Have you ever written anything without sub combing to tears ? My Family portrait in my mind , 2 older sisters , 2 brothers My Mother caring about all five in different ways Just with Mom & Dad there having the best of Holidays My sisters laying out on the deck of river bank for 4th of July ~ Listening to " Honkey Chateau " and all by Elton John. music a great memory ~Disco , Donna summer , Grease ~ Jaws ! Dad's records to Tony Bennett , Hank W Sr. , Count Basie & Louis Armstrong. The music takes me home in a wagon filled with children and a dog "Lucky " My Older brother , athletic , always fishing & hunting. My younger , my Rock , Swimming and netting for fish, feeding our Fat cat Perch off the rocks patiently awaits her food the yelling , slamming of doors , tempers Flare , passion Our Parents , passionate love yet passionate Hate . After being a Family of Seven , Divorcing their fate .. Why did that show " Dallas " bring out the Divorce in all ? Scottish ~ Irish ~ French Iroquois ~ Cherokee No matter what the mix ..Our curse Alcohol ~ the Screaming , Drinking , this memory I wish to shut the door on . Going to A & W or making Cheerleading ,The Bears of course~ Excited in Chicago ! seeing Elton John in the Summer of 1976 ~ Cubs , museum of Wax , Museum of science & History , Pizza ! Expeditions of discovery ,little brother & I finding arrowheads on the Shore. Our Grandparents Faithful Celebrations ! Chiffon cake , Apple strudel ` Our Cousins on Holidays , going for ice cream cones , scent of wet rain on oak leaves ~Before Halloween was bought in stores. ~ That is the Family I Love , that is the Family I choose to miss ~
I'm lost hurt and angry Why did you take his life I want, No I need to know Tell me, Tell me why I deserve to know Haven't you done enough to him What'd he ever do to you He suffered his whole life Suffered more than anyone deserved Tell me, Tell me why you did it I have a right to know Why'd you let him born to them Born to worthless parents Parents who didn't care They threw him away like garbage Pawned him off on someone else Tell me, Tell me why Explain how you could do that You gave him Polio You let others treat him like disease You took away the full use of his legs You warped his hand and foot Tell me, Explain to me why I deserve to know You let others think he was crazy You let it go on for over year You didn't stop it, Why Tell me, Give me your reason Answer me God, Help me to understand You go and make matters worse You gave him Cancer You didn't give him a chance to fight back You just jerked him away from us Tell me, Tell me how How you could be so cruel How can others not question you When others do it, It's murder But when it's by your hand It's your will, Their fate Tell me, What makes you so different Your no better than the demons knocking at the door You heard me beg and plead You know I'm not afraid to die I was willing to carry it all for him I was willing to take my Daddy's place You didn't even let me say Goodbye Tell me, Tell me why I couldn't take his place Answer me God, you owe me that much Spiritual
The Family That God Gave to Me I think about the family, that God gave to me... And think about where they'll spend eternity! I think about the good times, that we've had. And the trials we've faced... Both good and bad! God helped us to overcome adversity together! And proved his faithfulness... Today and forever! He showed us the Godly path, that we should follow... And promised to be with us! Today and tomorrow! He's proven how much he loves us! And how much that he cares for us! Thank you my lord, for all you do! Where would we be? If not for you? You've proven yourself over and over again! Thank you so much, for being our friend! By Jim Pemberton
Walk before you speak. Lend your voice that seek. Foot forward and back. So will that be a fact. Gone by and be well. Trip up and put into a cell. Got no one to talk to. I want a phone call to sue. When I wake from my slumber. I wish not to be hit by lumber. Going to become a dreamer. I hope that I do not become a screamer. I got new shoes. With colorful strings that are loose. I am slow on tying them. I feel they are harder than stem. String are not new. They smell pew. I walk once again to journey. That means I need some money. Trip up again with meaningless acts. Walking with out trust that lacks. Shamefulness I speak. I go behind a tree to leak. I have no home set in stone. Wheeling and dealing always alone. Since I was a child that was left on the street. I became a street beat. Strolling with confidence to day. Making my way. Some law men stop me. I was so out of it that they can see. They thought I was on drugs. I was really itching bugs. Stumbling because I have not eaten. So they grab me and I got beaten. They finally found me innocent. So I told them to get bent. I was a good citizen with high hopes. The society today thinks I am on dopes. Can I be help with no pain. Will they put me some were I will gain. So I was put into a helpful place. I was then able to eat and say grace. Some crazy person came in and started shooting. So people ran and started looting. Cannot get away from bad luck. Sure enough I feel so stuck. Knowing that I was fleeing. I became worth not seeing. I lay there my time just feeling has pass. Losing my mind and running out of gas. Finally I hear a person the sound sounds so weak. A life time that I wanted to seek. Found myself in a bed. Down to nothing I was shed. A person with white clothes that said your in luck. You survived and now you owe some buck. So sad not really glad. Bad thing was the kid that was shooting was my lad. Time really passes I just want to walk. To see my kid to talk. Why did he do what he did. Dad he said I was starving and I am a kid. So I have turn to a life time of crime. Dad do not give me your time. Because when we talked long ago. You just left home with all the doe. Hope you have a good life. Because mom had been a good wife. Now it is your turn. So you can walk into the fire and burn. With out a doubt you will walk away. Trip on and Trip up and you will never pay. Now dad keep your love. Because I seek my mother above. You will be chain. Down you go insane.
written 22nd Oct 2013 Even after sixteen years still I cry your daughters tears Every year on this day, will always be sad known only as the date, God took my dad 1st June 1954- 22nd Oct 1997 Allan Thomas Holmes
FATHER Which love is not a struggle to the mind? 'tis easier to think love glides along, regardless of a road not there to find, or never caring what is right or wrong. One love, of child, a father's steady hand, protecting innocence, through many years as if he knew the way, and had it planned, to heal each mortal wound as it appears. As if all things begin with his okay, the good, the joy of life to build upon; demanding right, and hoping in some way he's always with you, even when he's gone. The banged up knee, your losing of a friend, are yours to feel, but his to comprehend. © RON WILSON AKA VEE BDOSA
Dad, I never doubted anything you ever said. You had been my constant source for information and authority from my earliest memories. So I believed you every time you called my worthless. You said I'd never amount to anything. Said my love of lyrics was a ticket to the welfare line. For years I bought every word you pitched on me. Then I met her.. She was beautiful and transparent. Her life was one authentic walk. I wrote her one of my worthless love songs. She cried and said it was the most amazing thing she had ever read. In a moment, that moment. I changed. I stopped believing your lies and began to trust myself. Nothing has been the same since. I married that beautiful girl, made a career out of lyrics, and forgave you. If I live to be a hundred, I will never forget that moment! This moment is what it is because of that moment... Contest: Linda's "In The Moment" Date: 12-27-14 Poet: LyricMan
Let the Deicide commence. You're a voyeur at best! Your vampiric heart is beating out of your chest! And you have slayed the ones whom would love you for anything less Ready to consume the final fragments of innocence, And for you there is no forgiveness, On your knees pleading, screaming to a tyrant in the skies; The father of lies. I will never be enslaved in your superiority The people agree: jaded of your false dichotomies. Know: I will be whomever nature intends to be Apollo and I will share our dreams, and you will be forced to see your failure! I know who you are... Readily the first to present your scars Chained by some despot or mental czar An emotional homunculus in your mind, behind bars Reluctant to escape - even when proven fake Your demented mind - depths no one will penetrate! ...And you see me suffering Not caring of any casualties Just as long you recieve your safeguard of sympathy So very wary of the masses and their Anarchy; Liberious ways Solipsist - Is there no one you can see? Even if she was presented burning? Solipsist - Is there no one you can believe? Even if Sophia was screaming? Solipsist - Know you have killed and abused me Imprisoned in your own personal reality
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Bitter by ; being mentally bruised and battered most of my life, shaken with fright without a single soul to help me through the troubles unseen horrors of the night, from an evil source that I fear to strike. But as the evil forces, who limited my choices that when I found my stallion horses. Swiftly it came to my head I can run and I cannot hide, feeling the Beast closing in on every time I decide to hide. Tired of running and tired of alluding this relentless creep as my red bolt eyes weep feeling rest-less, likes a lonely defeated warrior from his home in retreat that is when I knew it time to rest, to release my Beast. But in a fight, I may not win however as I cast out my dirty words sin I made sure it felt my impact, to the bloody end. by Keith Kadell
The signs started in December When she started waking up in tears each night She was a normal girl with dark brown hair and darker brown eyes She had plenty of friends and a loving family with just one thing missing Her father. Days passed by and turned into weeks but only felt like a few seconds Her life just whizzed by faster and faster until it was just a whirr in front of her eyes Darkness filtered into her heart and mind until she didn't know if she could go on But she had to. She couldn't let her mother and her sister drown in this same pain She wouldn't let them. She pushed all the darkness into the depths of her own heart In hopes to save the hearts of the two people she had left Because what else was there to live for now? The rest of her world had crashed and her mother and sister was all that was left She wouldn't let them drown in pain too. She watched as they started to heal in her loving arms Their hearts started to lighten up once more But hers was just as dark as it was before And growing darker day by day But she wouldn't let that stop her. Suddenly a year had passed... and then two It only seemed like seconds to her but everyone else started moving on Her mother and sister no longer needed her nurturing care But she needed someone to hold on to Anyone... With nothing left for her to take control of, the dark pushed past her boundries It found a way into her soul Until all she could see was dark and no light But her mother and sister were healed now They didn't understand The tears came back and engulfed her soul Bit by bit until she wasn't sure why she was still alive The grief took over like knives Piercing her skin over and over and over It hurt so much. She started to wonder what it'd look like to be dead She could see him again if she was Wouldn't it be so much easier than having to endure this pain? Wouldn't it be so much easier than having to live knowing she'd never see him again? It would. So she started to hate herself All that negative energy was starting to take toll Everyone around her was breathing while she suffocated more and more by the second She wished she'd just choke already instead of living in constant pain If no one would put her out of her misery, she'd have to do it herself She couldn't see any light anymore So she grabbed the pill bottle off the shelf and just hoped it wouldn't take long to die Deep down she still had a spark of light, but she just couldn't find it And now it was too late in her mind to change, to turn back and try to look deeper She was done living. That's when people started to notice that everything wasn't as peaceful as it seemed They started to see how deeply depressed she had become They wanted to help her see the light again before it was too late So they sent her away to see doctors and to take pills to make everything better It was a start. She didn't see a change at first but suddenly she could think clearly Maybe what they were doing was actually going to help her see the light again Yes, she still wanted to die, but maybe that wasn't the only option anymore They cared, and behind all their own problems they were trying to understand They really were trying Six months longer she would be treated and cared for Until suddenly she was sent home from her treatment and care with a smile on her face She had a new perspective Someone had helped her ignite that spark in her heart until it was a glowing ember She had been reborn Sometimes you have to be able to experience the worst of it To come back shining brighter than before And if she had died that cold day in October, she wouldn't of ever seen the best of it Or known that it would get better and it did! And she now sits at her laptop, with a smile on her face and warmth in her heart It's never been an easy road and it won't ever be But at least she knows she's lived through the worst And it can only get better from here So whenever she feels lonely or gets back into that dark spot again She can look back on what she's learned and can read this poem And remember that she survived the darkest depths of depression And she will continue to survive it as long as she lives Because she is stronger now than she ever was before ?
he used to remember when she was in his arm. he told himself he would protect her from any harm. she was small and fragile like any other baby. but now shes matured to a full grown lady. she graduated high school along with her friends. she left behind all the drama and the silly trends. now its her time to continue the next chapter of life. but the dads pain of seeing her leave is as sharp as a knife. however she does go away for college. she will inspire people with her knowledge. during her college life she meets new people. but she also hooks up with the wrong guy who is evil. he threatens her and gives her bruises. she is exhausted and feels like she always loses. so she decides to overdose on a pill. she even thinks of jumping out the windowsill. but she knows she is stronger than this. so she packs her things and goes back to the person she missed. so the dad gets a surprise visit. he says, "It's your boyfriend isn't it"? she replies, "Yes but i wont see him anymore". the dad replies back, "So come on in what are you waiting for". deep down he is happy his daughter is there. but he doesn't want to disappoint her as if he didn't care. but during the visit she gets mixed up with gangs and thugs. during the visit she even starts selling drugs. but as usual someone ends up in jail. that's when the dad pays for her bail. but old habits die hard... because the dad finds his daughter high in his yard. fed up with her behavior he says, " No more!" so he packs her things and exits her out the door. he is upset but he knows he had to make the choice. he closes the door and already misses the sound of her voice. two months pass and there is a knock on the dads door. it's his daughter severely ill and extremely poor. she says, "Dad I'm sorry please take me back home". he tears up replying, "Of course your still my baby girl... even if you are full grown".
The Old Salt was a special man who came along in a time when he was needed most. A time that is now gone forever. When men believed and sacrificed, when hero's walked the earth in mass. When patriotism was not just a word but, by what men lived and judged the worth of each, a man who lived a life most of us cannot comprehend. An era now gone as this warriors tour of duty ends at this station, and begins anew in the heavenly fleet. Sail on Sailor into your unaccompanied tour, we salute you. What greater honor, that when a man moves forward, he leaves behind in each of us the best of what he was. A defender, protector, supporter, victor, a warrior, the last of the breed from an era when ships were made of wood and men were made of steel. The Old Salt has reported for duty that takes him away from us for now. Those of us who remain behind, remember, and will continue to remember, because he now resides forever in our hearts. As I look up at night, I envision The Old Salt, a beret draped just above the eye, as he draws upon his pipe, quietly he waits. The guardian of heaven's gate.
June 18, 2013 our world was Forever Changed We where a few minutes from home When we got the call from our baby sister Said we need to get back home We need to come as fast as we can drive Mom really needs us Something's wrong with Daddy The whole way we drove 80 Hoping & Praying we'd make it back in time Our Family & Friends were weeping By the time we got to his side We knew then our Daddy had been taking And our hearts they were breaking We never got to say Goodbye We each softly kissed that man We four sisters climbed in his bed We laid down beside him And cried just like babies For our world was Forever Changed
Hi Dad, I guess we all will see our time and all will pass Sometimes I lie awake and cry, longing for another chance So much I never said, so often I said too much Once in a while i'll drive by where Grandma's house was Stop and reminisce awhile Wonder what Mom's childhood was like in that old farm house Remember you saying how you loved the place Talking about how you walked all those miles to see Mom At night the sounds of crickets and the truck traffic miles away on 54 Fourth of July gathering on the back porch and in the yard, beer on tap Burnt fingers holding sparklers at night, Grandma's cooking Old Jack barking and howling, uncles throwing horse shoes Kids playing baseball in the grass between Grandma's and Chick's place Did we lose the Utopia we dreamed about, never recognizing it What I'd give to take you for a ride again, through your old haunts Caught up in the nostalgia of your childhood and mine. Times were tougher, times were better, Paradise lost. You measured riches in family, friends and neighbors Somewhere, somehow the present generation lost that Seems as I got older, you got wiser, couldn't see it as a child Never said I love you, Dad often enough Never said thank you, Dad for the lessons on life and living Got to go now, i'll say a prayer for you and mom Who knows, maybe we'll find that peace within us That we had growing up and you were here.
I have lived, And felt the cost, Paid my dues, But I have lost_ You. Still I pray, As chaos looms, And as my blue turns into grey, I hear__ The angels sing- In tune. Don't be giving in, Don't give up my son, Or fade away, Lift your chin with the sun__ And rise, With this new day!. I have lived, And felt the cost of all my wonderin ways, I've paid my dues, I - Have lost you. I can hear the angels sing, Your in a mistaken land__ Lessons learned in truth, As the grey seeks out the blue, She will__ Your daughter my son--- She will return--- To You. For I have lived, Felt the cost of all my walkin days, I've paid my dues, I- Lost you.... I wont be giving in, Won't give up my girl, Or fade away, I'll lift my chin with the sun--- And RISE-- With this new day...
Hostile Times II By Nate Spears Busted love is my Crystal Ball's fortune My heart hurts in a torturing way Nothing ever works in my favor Standing still I lower my head and pray Confessing to God All I have to give A 16 year old rebellious daughter A 13 year old son that's dead My father is in prison; so is the one of my two kids Is this really a way of living? I didn't have a choice from the days beginning Anything different Would have a given me a chance at living Walls of barriers bearing on us On this earth we stand Refusing to let go of this curse If no bill is signed by Congress My unemployment runs out next Thursday Now I contemplate what's next? Sex dollars or Creflo's Dollars? Be an honest woman; or Be a fool that's starving? When pushed to the limit All governors are discarded. Hostile Times rains upon us Other nations joins the honors The Elite makes me vomit There's plenty of resources among us God have mercy and let it trickle down on us Rather than become degrading In this pew I choose prayer Becoming Sunday Mornings best Washing away my pains that become abreast; with my chest Bringing in a new day, A today, For a better way In these hostile times we live in.
I sometimes sit and wonder, dad are you with me? and are you sad? I think of the time I had with him here on earth He was a this frail, little man who loved the Lord He certainly did all he could, he loved yellow for he stood out in a crowd My dad was a wonderful person and friend You just had to do for him, he was always so happy and never sad To have some help from time to time, he loved you to come see him He was a true man of God He went to church and gave all he had He never had extravagant things He loved the basics of having furniture and clothes When I gave him the rocking chair for Fathers Day in 2008, Little did I know he was getting ready to leave this earth I remember being so very happy to see, the smile on his face When I would come near The thing I am trying to express for all of us is to love your fathers and Give them your trust For you never know that this little man from God in yellow He may still be sitting in the church he loved. I remember always my father he was, the light of my life and now he is with the Lord above Love your fathers and let them know that you truly love them so.....
Who am I? Am I defined by what is near in sight? Am I defined by what I have done, Or am I defined by what I could become? Perhaps I'm of no use. To him, or her, or I, nor you. Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined, And it is something like understanding that comes in time. And if to the world I'm never shown, Yet in my own light I've grown and grown, And so I can know no happiness but my own-- The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown. I do not pray for the world to know my name. For it and verse; the letters are the same. And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads, I pray his pain my words to keep. Should his eyes rain on my page, Better tears than storms of rage. And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads. I pray his pain my words to keep. And if to the world you're never shown, Yet in your own light you've grown and grown, And so you know no happiness but your own. Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.
"A child, more than all other gifts That earth can offer to declining man, Brings hope with it, and forward-looking thoughts." W. Wordsworth I am your grandmother. I spent 24 years making parenting mistakes, so I think I'm pretty well trained now, pretty worn down, open-minded and accepting. I think we'll be good friends. At sixteen, your mother said she was having a baby and held up to me the blue pastic device that tested her urine stream like when she held up the blue ribbon she won in kindergarten for the best easter bunny nest made from marshmallows and dyed yellow coconut. Then she threw the blue device out into the space between us on the bed, like it was the best card in her deck, her ace in the hole. Your father waited in the other room sitting in the thick silence, afraid to breathe and miss my response. You and your mother did all the work, but I was there at your birth, Standing alongside, coaching your mother to good contractions until I was exhausted from gritting my teeth and pushing too. And your dad was there, too, but closer to the business end so he could be the first to know the sex. An unsolicited psychic had told us you would be a girl, and when your dad was told, he sulked all day like it was a conspiracy between the women to produce only other woman. He wanted another guy, someone to give the men the edge, a male child. When your mother's body could keep you from the world no longer, your head appeared, eyes tightly shut and a pout on your lips. Your dad was watching closely, the shoulder, the belly and then his arms flew up in the air like he'd made the touchdown and he cried, "It's a Boy, I told you, I told you," like he and I had placed a bet. But then he saw how much I could love the boy child. I'm a pretty good grandmother, and I think we'll be good friends.
I can act insane But DO NOT Make me feel worthless I belong in God's family He will bless my future generation Don't punish me for Being myself – Don't envy my glee I can act like an Adult, but I'd Prefer to have joy… Not stress… That piles upon us in our Everyday lives Being childlike is A rare beauty – No one prizes it… No one came across it… In this lifetime… I can laugh all day I can make you smile If you'd accept my Childlike dreams of mine Don't treat me like a sick swine Renew my young heart Give me the ability To kill the old man… I have my place in God's family He'll be adored and glorified We'll exchange prayers and hugs By my future generation I beg of you – Don't kill my childlike mentality I'll behave myself… I'm positively sure that I'll make you happy I'll still have pieces of a child in me And pass it on to my future generation…
written 7th May 2013 Time for a nap said the cat Time to play said the puppy, his tail waved Time for class did you hear the bell teacher asked Time for tea, called mum why, your're always last young son! Time for bed, dad called all went quiet down the hall Brush your teeth, yelled mum finally, tucked in tight All dreamed peacefully, till sunlight
Well we are already a couple of months in so i just wanted to say welcome. this will be a new journey for the both of us, so i hope it will be awesome. I will try to write more than usual this year, I promise. :) What would help tho if you readers would send me topics and stuff to help me write about things cuz my mind goes way faster than my fingers and i cant think of just one thing. lol. so thank you readers. plz comment and tell me your thoughts.
The Look On My Child's Face… Just yesterday I noticed a look of love on my child's face. This happened in a most "ordinary place." It was in our home. A place by God's design. I felt God speaking to my heart this particular time. I didn't take any time to stop and realize, The look of love and innocence in my child's eyes. "Am I being the kind of Dad God wants me to be?" "Am I being an example of Christ for my child to see?" Have I been demonstrating my God-given ability, teaching my kids God's love, and responsibility? May a Christ-like life in my kids be clearly seen and understood, As one day they will grow into adulthood. I hope that one day my Children will say: "I want to be like my Dad- every single day!" By Jim Pemberton
I am malleable in God's hands, No one can shape me like He can, He never gives me anything that I can't handle, He always knows what He is doing, No one can compare to Him, He is the father I never had, I can truly trust, love, and honor Him, Because He made me, He loves me, And I love Him, I will never be able to put my heart into someone else's hands with such trust! Because He is love! And I am His. - Inspired by Jeremiah 18:6 Jeremiah 18:6 NIV "O house of Israel, can I not do with you as the potter does? declares the Lord. "Like clay in the hands of potter, so are you in my hand, O house of Israel.
Dad said this about the penny Have one in your pocket to touch You will never, ever be broke Times, I have existed on the penny Have one in your pocket to touch I have many in various vessels Times, I have existed on the penny One day, I paid for my bus fare I have many in various vessels The church seems to like my pennies One day, I paid for my bus fare Pennies remind me of what Dad said The church seems to like my pennies You will never, ever be broke Pennies remind me of what Dad said Dad said that about the penny Written for the Penny Pantoum Contest Sponsored by Rhonda and Cyndi
From the day I was born Your life changed and you were sworn To help me through life's upheavals And protect me from all of life's evils Your big strong hand held mine You made me feel everything was fine I loved being Daddy's little girl Being safe in your arms as we'd wildly twirl But no matter how fast we'd go I always felt safe, you know Safe wrapped in your arms forever As long as we were both together You would call me your "Princess" And tell me not to obsess Over my freckles and big ears As you would gently wipe away my tears You explained that some kids were cruel And told me your number one rule To have faith and believe in your own soul Then the negativity wouldn't take its toll You kept the smile upon my face And taught me to have grace To treat all people with respect And take time out to reflect On mistakes that have been made in the past And to ensure my grudges don't last As life doesn't like to waste time And to waste time is a crime. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ©copyright Juanita Torr ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The wind blew events all over the place. Intense emotions and it gave chase. Lightning lighting to show us the sky. People try to sleep and not cry. Wisping by the wind keeps us awake. The time trying to sleep the storms take. Chills in everyone gives all shiver. The clouds surrounded by moonlight is silver. Heavenly prayers that the rain will stop. The flood stopped a car the person in it was a cop. People have seen such devastation. The road that people made was week in creation. Rivers near by was over flowing. Trees that were there was not showing. By the hour it claimed many. My father woke up and did not see any. Floating by was a boat. Keeping people above water and a float. My father kept a canoe. That some day we would use it, that he knew. Time to paddle up and down the street. The rain water kept getting on our seat. It was so dark after the moon was behind the cloud. Still the noise of thunder still covered the ears loud. The smell of moist water never seem to go away. My brothers seem to still sleep anyway. My head was bobbing up and down. I was so tired that I could not hear a sound. The wind blew back and fourth. It seems that my mom and dad paddle their worth. Till all the people we saw with grace. Help us out with embrace. The time was so late at night. Everyone was so sleepy and losing sight. The fight with the weather was so hectic. The feelings of energy was electric. Losing to such natural disaster is hard to understand. When people working hard to block the river with bags of sand. With hard workers like my mom and dad. They make things happen that is not bad. Rough with weather they experience more than ever. Leaders they are they are very clever. From the night light of street lights to the morning glow. The wind did not stop so. Bringing in more clouds that ill. The people who were still tired still had will. The rush of water and waves blasting push the wall side. Pushing and the force brought water inside. The battle of our hour was getting long. Backup people came to aid us was strong. Rested they were to keep everyone with hope. The people stopped the water with the strength of rope. Heavy rain and loss of homes bring people together. It is kind of sad that this was the only time to gather. Chaos comes happiness how true. This is why we are human that gives us a clue. It is our nature to keep rain falling. To know when it is time for our calling. The winds bring such pain and sorrow. That is why rain sometimes fallow.
Work. Toil. The pain I put in the ground. For such a precious thing. Corn. The family enjoys their meal. They plant their leftover kernels. And wait for me to tend to them. Work. An endless cycle in which happiness is born. ©Demand4poetry 21 February 2013
Now I am left alone with tears ~ with all shared may sadness cease the darkness of loss as fears increase your heart wants to hold on for hope losing the one expected never ready going through acceptance you think until time stands still and life does cease Now I am left alone with tears ~ every thought now to late to speak all you thought you knew you didn't when death comes swift no real preparation How long will this hurt one can only wonder The tears fall hard , the tears fall alone saying goodbye forever your gone .
I have fallen victim so many times To nobody's fault except only mine. I will ask for forgiveness and have faith, Even though I feel like I am not saved.
Let's escape to space & Leave the human race Space-love a new awesomeness Forget the life & the gloominess Kiss me, because I care Even thought the life is unfair I want to be a space-lover Love you now, tomorrow & forever Lest Live in a house made of stars & drive spaceship instead of cars We feel the space-love in moon I'll be yours, you'll be mine so soon Galaxy, universe, stars & limitless Screw the world, we found happiness.
Lord… I'm Thankful For My Dad! Lord, during this special day, I'm so glad… For giving to me such a special dad! He's been very thoughtful and kind! Fathers like him are very hard to find! I remember growing up with my brothers… He was special to us, like "no other!" As a young boy, he taught me God's ways. And I've kept it throughout my days! I've often sought his advice and counsel… Especially when life was looking "awful!" He was there to give support the best he could. Trying to help the best way he understood. I suppose now that I'm growing old… I'm remembering more things that my dad told! "My father is one in a million." Is what I believe.! Many blessing from him I have received! May the blessings of God daily surround him! I'm so thankful that my mother found him! Thank you Lord for giving to me a dad like this! May his days ahead be happy and blessed! By Jim Pemberton
I think that I shall have a drink and toast to you and all you think 'bout love & hate & art & war & what this life is really for. Giving, taking, making, breaking lonely hearts club band; reaching, preaching, teaching, leaching blood sucking beggars with outstretched hands. I think that I shall have a stink and tell the world before I blink that all is well as well can be So kiss my glass and bow to me. Just below my drunken stem Connected to my brain, my friend You know the one that makes you bumble and people laugh each time you stumble. Down upon your royal spot Licking your wounds with all you've got Until you get right back up again With a head that aches & pounds & spins. And I think that I shall pour another in honor of my departed mother and dad as well who passed away Here's to where they are today. Be they high up in the sky Or somewhere quite unfathomed Beyond our wildest hopes and dreams And the completely unimagined. Where now I reek & no longer speak from too much of this brew where the ice is melting rapidly on folks like me and you. So one last toast before we're ghosts and life was a sweet chardonnay... Here's to those who brought us here And all their love along the way.
The Nameless Slipping through the sieve of history, the nameless rest. Not for the nameless are roads renamed, nor monuments built. Not for the nameless are songs sung, nor ink spilled. The nameless rest. Their silent sacrifice, quiet ordeal, muted trauma, remain interred, amongst their remains. The nameless rest. Not for the nameless are doctorates conferred, nor eulogies recited. Not for the nameless are honours bestowed, nor homages directed. The nameless rest. They rest within us, they walk with us, in every step that we tread. They rest within us, they walk with us, for their spirit is not dead. "Your name is unknown, your deed is immortal" - inscription at The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier WWII in Moscow Special thanks to my dearest elder sister Tasneem Nobandla Moolla, whose conversations with me about life as a non-white person growing up in pre and post-Apartheid South Africa prompted me to write this dedication to the countless, nameless South Africans of every colour, whose sacrifices and dedication in the struggle against Apartheid tyranny must never be forgotten. My sister's middle name 'Nobandla' which is an isiXhosa name and means "she who is of the people" was given by her godfather, Nelson Mandela, my father's 'best-man who could not be, as Nelson Mandela was unable to-make it to my parent's wedding as he was in jail at the time in the old Johannesburg Fort. This was the 31st December 1961.
You were always honest unfortunately it didn't extend to yourself Regal persona was never exceeded by your accomplishments If only you were as important as you thought others thought you were Some bring joy when they enter a room no one would ever accuse you of that Leaving was always the best gift you could offer Being you could not have been easy No friends to speak of accept one maybe not even him I think he froze in your shadow He has begun to thaw in your absence Strangely I miss you Not entirely sure why Do I in some weird way owe you for my success? Without you I would not have been born You are gone Certainly not forgotten The scars are my reminder A multitude of memories mark my soul Not your typical father son fare Norman Rockwell wouldn't paint our picture I wish I could remember happier times some wishes don't come true Eventually our nightmare came to an end You gave us the gift of leaving Am I evil for being Thankful? You died alone Should I have flown to be by your side? Perhaps Somehow it seems fitting you parted in this way If I had come I may not have been able to hide my relief Now we both have rest Scars Left Behind Contest By: Richard Lamoureux
I often do things my way some times getting into trouble especially when I was younger the rules were there for breaking A real scourge when at school my teachers often despaired boarding school was not fun except for secret midnight rides Even now I still go my way although staying with in the law my dad says I have my own way of doing things, he is quite right I just refuse to be a sheep blindly following the others if it does not make sense then I always go my own way footnote I used to sneak out on moonlit nights catch up a horse and ride it through the fields with just a halter or bridle great fun
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.
Dedicated to my darling daughter. Lisa Maree, the kindest girl in the world Lisa Maree Lisa Maree, you baffle me You just don't seem to care You throw your money all around And people who won't share Will try to take you for a ride And you can't always see What some folk try to do to you You've too much trust in thee. Lisa Maree, it's plain to see That you're a special girl Though sometimes you go off on one And mind goes in a whirl Your heart is gold, pure solid gold You're as soft as heated honey You have a sense of humor too You even think 'you're' funny. Some might find you hard to take These fickle kinds of folk Will run you down for being you And treat you like a joke But fickle folk don't mean a thing You're far above the rest When you are helping someone out That's when you're at your best. 23 August 2013 @ 1817hrs
I'm not wearing underwear I can't afford to clean my clothes I shower every day and sensitive skin from soap and psoriasis makes me itch But I have bills to pay I know you understand Raising my little half brother and half sister I've only met once who are an ocean away But this isn't my story, it's yours and the memories that remain I know we've talked about it Your pain and mine About dad an alcoholic, and the abuse and how you're still attracted to it But I still remember soo many nights And soo many strange days You dragged by your hair I'll never forget You thrown through the door is embedded in my head You with black eyes you fell out of bed The screaming The fights I remember everything said My name My brother's name Psychological abuse for you soo long ago mom You left and I don't blame you Years of you being cheated on And dad would introduce us to his girlfriends Easter holidays treasure hunt While your husband was out betraying everyone I know you know That he talks poorly about you And acts like the better man But mom I remember and you need to understand What you went through And the nights when I heard the door slam close because you were fighting and he told you to leave That was how I met god in a sense and always prayed for you to come back Then finally I prayed for you sanity safety and for you to leave And I would cry as quietly as I could cry myself to sleep and chances are dad either fell asleep or went out in his drunken stupor to cheat on you again The divorce is over It's been over for years But yet its still messy and I bite my tongue and remember The night you came into my room And told me you had to leave I remember taking beer to kindergarten Hiding it from you and dad To throw it away And my teacher in grade three finally asked No lie mom I had the same teacher in kindergarten and grade three I could write an entire poem about all of the people who shaped my mind But I need you to see When I come visit and am called an incest family man by your boyfriend for giving you a hug You've fallen into the same trap And it's like my own mother I'm not allowed to love
As A Parent, I Want My Kids to Serve God! As a parent, I'm trying the best that I can…. Though there are things that I don't understand! I remember my parents teaching me right and wrong. And taught that God's laws certainly belong! I've tried to share these values with my kids too… The choices they've made, and the things they do! When situations in life, seem to have changed… I know that my heavenly father remains the same! I think about what in life, to my kids, I have given… And pray they'll serve God all the days they're livin'! Even though I've failed and stumbled along the way… I hope I've taught my kids how important it is to pray! This family that God gave to me, has grown over a period of time. I'm thankful for the opportunity to call them "mine." I pray they'll seek God's guidance! Wherever they go! May the word of God strengthen and nourish their soul! And as my kids get older, and they move out on their own… May they seek God's love and protection over their home! I pray that my children will give God their very best! May they serve him daily! And let him take care of the rest! I'm trying my best, as a parent, to trust Jesus and believe! His goodness, in our lives, is what we need to achieve! By Jim Pemberton
His hands badly callused swollen with pain Working hard in hopes of financial gain He keeps our house warm Shoes on our feet Plenty of food on our table to eat He ask for no thanks from any of us For him he does not want a fuss He always puts us first His life a hard labor curse But in the morning he rises Goes off to a job he demises For a better life for us
Our Ancestors fought to the death, Just so we can live a brighter day, So before you light up that blunt of meth, Think about what you're giving away, It was a glad day in history when Obama rose to victory, The first black president was all we knew, Dark skin is in! Haven't you heard? That even in our community, You can get burned, It's a sad day when people would rather stay home and "Crank That Amber Cole", Than get up and run to a poll, In our community, Rockin' Luis V is better than having a college degree, And teen pregnancy is not only a trend, But the single motherhood that follows should end, Young girls learn of a wonderful prince to take them away, Nothing should change thought their mothers prince didn't stay, And as the tears fade away, She grows stronger every day, In our community, Fighting is no longer a word, You argue with someone and shots are heard, Girls showing places the sun don't show, So how do they expect the community to grow? Where love is a figment of imagination, Making a young child question her creation, Young mothers would rather buy the iPhone 5, Then satisfy her baby's cries, While her new man's eye, Wander up another girl's thighs, In our community, Where #team dark skin vs #team light skin, Makes others not love the skin they're in, Love, lust, hate, and trust, Giving a rose on Valentine's Day is no longer a must, Where bad is good and good is bad, Who would think to see their grandmother sad? Her hurt and pain, Shows how our community has lost everything her parents fought to gain.
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!
I shouldn't live in the past but I'm not just expressing myself I'm over myself I promise not to stay there too long but the pain makes everything high definition Never in the back always a leader, I was the first swimmer in the pack that made it to be a human My dad could vouch, "son you're real nut" I own your body but not your mind It's my turn to own your eardrum for my own pleasure to do as I will You will finally listen and take notice because the takeover has begun She tells me "you didn't have to write it down. . . you could have just told me Yeah but you had a listening malfunction It only seemed to work when you were in pain and wanted to be heard. I told you everything you needed to know but it was not important at the time. Pain as a hobby, I do this for fun. Finding common ground with Ciara just to find out is she more interested in girls. It would have been cool but I wasn't on that at the time. Or the dude that follows popular advice and his girl screws his best friend. Isn't it ironic! When mom and dad can't get along and dad is forced to leave his home While growing up son and daughter wondering why Dad wasn't there and therefore They go out and force others to feel the pain that they bear. Now, she is running outside making a scene with a knife in her hand threatening to flat my tires. Granddad, Granddad you died too soon. Granddad, Granddad maybe if you were the way you were back when it would Have mattered, my dad would have been different Even though I don't believe in excuses Unless you are excusing yourself from life lessons It is never too late to turn to Jesus but why wait until death shows its face Now I may be destined to follow in your footsteps Mama Mama you're killing me I'm apart of you and you don't want me. I hear you talking about that guy you met at club Sobe And a one night stand and plan B. Maybe it is better I'm going to meet Jesus I'll see you there I would have told you I love you if I had the chance. O, I aint through with you yet Pain as a hobby I'm painting you a vivid map Leading all the way until they call The center for disease and control What about the baby daddy who thinks it's cool to Come to her job and shoot her dead in front of co-workers once She turns her back and then shoots himself and goes straight to hell. So, at 21 she leaves behind her three children and her life cut off - all Because of jealousy.
There's a family I know, that may seem old fashioned. But they serve others from a heart of compassion! They don't have much in the scope of entertainment. But they have each other, and much contentment. They have a love for God that comes from within! And are thankful to the Lord for being their friend! They don't get too involved with that the world brings. They have each others love. They have everything! This family has been an inspiration to others too! By their giving hearts, in much of what they do! This family has a commitment to serve God above. And have asked Jesus to fill them with his love! This may seem old fashioned, not to have a lot of things… But they know their Lord and the love that he brings! I'm thankful to know them and their Godly inspiration… I extend to them a heart of thanks and appreciation! Please dear Lord, bless and keep them in your arms! Be with them Jesus, and protect them from harm! May the blessings of God keep flowing through them! And may the peace and joy of God continue to be with them! By Jim Pemberton 05/29/13
Mom and Dad divorce; the kids are damaged for life; but some are relieved.
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.
Regret I regret many things in my life. Not been able to spend more time with my wife the love of my life. I regret not been able to stay close to my mom and my dad, they were All I had, my childhood memory, that yellow truck my dad got me. How wonderful life is when you are young, when you try to reach up to the sky. Everything seems so tall that was my challenge to grow old. I regret not been there when my dad died. He loved me the most out of us nine! I took care of him, helped him when he was weak, he used to tell me I don't want to die I can't leave. You are still young; I said: "hey are you serious dad"? "I have three kids!...I'm 53" But I know he was too soft. He hated the thought of dying, he loved been with us just to make sure we're ok. I regret when my mom died. She still bring tears to my eyes, my heart still bleeds At the memory of her smile. When I need a back scratch she had the roughest hands House work and cooking that she didn't mind at all. I loved her all my life and when she got very sick she became like a child. Talking about why she can't see in color any more? It's difficult to explain to a sick person especially your mom, you breakdown before you even start to tell her. I regret when my wife fell sick with the big C, I questioned every little thing, to me I was always right in doing the right thing. How and why kept popping up every time I wondered This thing happened too fast, it took me by surprise. I blamed myself for not listening, when she complained about her agonizing pain, I thought it was just the same. I regret many things in my life. I thought If I can get a second chance, I would change it all again!
I'm Not the Kind of Dad That I Need to Be! I remember reading the Bible to my son. But what a mess, my life has become! My children told me, they were proud of their dad! Now they say they're embarrassed and sad. I once lived a Godly life! I really did! Just look at me now! And how I live! Things in life I once called wrong and sin. Are now causing me to stumble again. God's word I had loved! Jesus was my treasure! I "traded my soul" for what gives me "pleasure." I'm not the kind of father that I need to be! What kind of example will my family find in me? Will I grow stubborn to God as I age? Replacing his peace, for anger and rage? I need Jesus to bring peace to my troubled soul! I ask YOU Lord to make me clean and whole. Restore unto me the joy of my salvation. By your blood, make me a new creation. Words alone cannot truly express… This family God's given to me. I am so blessed! By Jim Pemberton
Oh no!! I forgot – I had a plate of dessert In the cool freezer Oh no!! Dad forgot – He left his blue bowl of fruit On the clean counter!
Hey Yo plaq is whack Tell it to get back fast Infact kick it out With the arm and hammer Then finish with floss For the glits and glamour Now you are the boss Of your own teeth and gums But Ill share my loss So you'll never lose one One day my tooth ached so bad I could weep I recieved my first and last cavity Oh how my mom and dad were mad at me Because I didn't do what they asked of me Now my sis and the whole class laughs at me Cause all can I eat is easy mac n cheese and no more sweets like sour patch kids for me So Listen to your parents, jack and steve Because you do not want to act like me And end up with a toothless tragedy
An earthly existence A universe beyond my minds, comprehension I die I rise Life lessons reviewed Homeward bound I am not lost, after all! I am a willing participant Serving, the Father, of all creation His son combined, 'producing life' as we know it Representing them, in everything I do I am nothing, without Love! My heart full of faith, loyal service I give Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me Worshipping our Divine Creator's existence Choosing to live, moment to moment Being as one with 'Our Universal Father' No physical permanency My physicality, disappearing My mortality existence, I let go of Death temporary My spirit alive! Relief, Peace 'I am only passing through!' A unique, experience of mortality A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!
I can think of a time, when I was young. I was growing up and having fun! I remember how excited I was to have a t.v. There were my brothers, my parents and me! I remember at about the age of ten. My dad thought going to the theater was a "sin." There were many things that as young man… I later began to see, and understand! My parents shared God's love the best they could! And I read the Bible and was trying to be "good." I had my troubles… And problems bear... But I had a family, and much prayer! The truth of God's word helped sustain me! I knew how much he really loved me! My parents, may seem like they were "old fashioned." They loved their kids! With a Godly compassion! I'm thankful to be blessed with a Godly love! My family was a treasure from heaven above! I think about today, and how things go wrong. Many families don't seem to "get along!" I pray for the blessing of God, to bind them together! May we all serve him! Today, and forever! His love must be the cord that binds! His will must be the focus of our minds! May the presence of God bind us as one! Every mother, father, daughter and son! By Jim Pemberton
Well I was born a bouncin' baby boy, On June 23rd in Danville Illinois. ( Ill-i-noy - the s is silent) My mom will never forget that special date, Back in the year of '68. Another birth in September of '70, Ending in heart-wrenching tragedy. My sister would've been my friend and pal, But she didn't make it through the birth canal. I would've been her big brother just two years older, Mom was heart broken - didn't get to hold her. Trying to write this is making me cry, I can't stop thinking "Why God? Why? Why did you take this bundle of love? Did you need another angel above? Well something good happened in August '72, My mom married the only dad I ever knew. I may not be of his own flesh and blood, But he still called me "Son" and "Bud". My dad adopted me and gave me the family name. He treated us all one and the same. - Love you mom ! - - In loving memory of my sister (08/25/1970) also - In loving memory of my dad (07/08/1947 - 01/16/2005) I started this poem with the intentions of making it part of a My Life Story collection of poetry. I'm not sure if I will continue on with this intention or not. Should I decide to continue on with My Life Story, the next stage will be concerning my childhood - and the problems I went through as a young child.
You belong to me mate ( Intro ) And that be that! Get on board And grab your hat! The ship was aghast at its new passenger ( Verse ) Like disdain for the lives that they now left behind, Newcomers were scarce And they never would last But I held up my chin nice and high. The bloke who took me screamed ( Pre-chorus ) "Mop up the deck we've got things to do!" But I said sir, I'm just a boy and don't know what's to do. And he said ( Chorus ) "Drifting mainly Sailin the shores Taking what's mine And leaving what's yours Cause you know, we ain't dead yet." Taking the seas for more than eight moons We found islands and loot That was bigger than most. The taste of sea air With its wind in my hair Took me away to this new life I lead. After mopping the deck He grabbed my hand and screamed "Steer this ship boy!" But I said sir, I'm just a lad and don't know where to go. So the crew yelled ( Chorus ) "Drifting mainly Sailin the shore Taking what's mine And leaving what's yours Cause you know, we ain't dead yet." Surprising to me Was my unshaven face The captain looked on And smiled with grace, We stopped at a place Where the women were loose and didn't mind If we took a peak. He said "Now you're a man so let's get on that boat, We got places to be and some people to rope, So grab that sword and drop that mop Cause you're no longer a boy in my eyes." I practiced the duel with the men in the crew The captain took eye to my devilish pride, And he took me aside and said "Even in death I'm gonna miss you boy But don't let it strike you Or kill your spirits Cause even time can beat out the Grim." Then in the darkness came fire and screams, Our vessel had stopped after fourteen years, The crew fought hard and beat most of the men But now, my Captain was dead. We took the new ship watching ours sink deep Saying goodbye to our drowning escape, The crew turned towards me and asked "What do we do?" and I smiled, And they did to. And we yelled ( Chorus ) "Drifting mainly Sailin the shores Takin what's mine And leaving what's yours Cause you know, we ain't dead yet."
My daddy is a big hotty With energetic strong body Mashallah! Sometimes bit naughty Even more awesome witty We talked and chat a few In a website I found and choose He said he is tall Yet for me his height bit small He said I'm his baby I don't mind as his my daddy He as sweet as any candy His looks likes a dandy Been a year we share Of anything we talk dare Though, events seems unfair Really, to him I care Twix that's his chocolate I bought and tried to ate With sweet caramel inside With him he sets me a side To when, I can see him real That, I can't know and feel All I know we made a deal That, Insha'Allah we meet heel to heel By: olive_eloi 11:07am 12/04/2013 -----------------»»»» NOTE: INsha'allah - God's willing
We all lined up for the schools big race, Each boy wanting to show his Dad he was the best, I had no Dad to run for, I just followed all the rest. I ran and ran, trying to keep up to stay there with the pack, If I fell and failed again, each one would turn their back, On the kid with spec's who dared to run the race, To show the world he was no disgrace. No Dad at home and no Mum's love, In a house that echoed with emptiness, I needed to run and hope to win, maybe just a place, Forget the loveless life I had, I just hated the disgrace. They had a Dad, They had a Mum, To them that was no big thing, Just to have a hug and maybe a kiss, To me meant everything. To win the race was my big dream, so I tried my very best, I ran and ran, my lungs on fire, burned hotly in my breast, I tripped and fell, I hit the ground, in shame for all to see, When I rose to run, the race was won, by a better boy than me. I walked away, no pat on the back, No well done call for me I tried and failed one more time, It was nothing new to me. Years of struggle were to be my lot, Until I found my wife, She gave me hope to carry on, Through many years of strife. I finally won my race through life and took the trophy home. The race I ran was hard my friend, and now I know just why, I had to fall and rise again, just like my Savior did, He took the scorn and felt the whip in a far worse way than I. Just think, each time you fall,and life seems hard to bear, Remember your Father up above, He is always there. So do your best no matter how hard it may be, Our Lord will always be at your side to beat the enemy. So when the day seems hard to face, To do your best is no disgrace. God will bless you every day, He will give you the victory. Remember this poem when you feel small, Listen to the Fathers call, To win the prize you must get up, Each and every time you fall. © Dave Timperley 2012
*A assignment was due in class. * Every time a gun shoots A tree looses its roots Every time there is bloodshed Along with it millions of tears are shed Every time a heart is stabbed Someone else's life gets barren As violence grows Many more mothers moan The sounds of destruction Overpowers the voice of those Who are innocent Who suffer with no reason Who beg for life Who have heart full of innocence Why do so much violence? That the child's cry cannot be heard When his father is killed Why do so much violence? That a mother moans Over her child's dead remains Why do so much violence For winning any stupid battle Which is taking lives Of people who have wives And mothers and children When you can keep calm Talk things out Do whatever you can To keep violence out Because there is no sin as big as VIOLENCE
Arrest the one who did this to me Who slit a whole in my sanity? Seize the one who left me for dead Who gave up a seed and fled When she bled. Capture the ones who whispered all lies Who cut down the walls between their two thighs? Incarcerate the rats who put on a show Abandoned these angels and never watched them grow. No one will own up to what they have done Pools filled with daughters and ditches with sons No one will fess up to this lost generation They must reach out their hands to the Father of all creation. One day all men will give an account Fathers please read the Sermon on the Mount One day your actions that lead children astray Will cause you dismay "What will you say?" What will you say? What will you say? On judgment day... No one will own up to what they have done Pools filled with daughters and ditches with sons No one will fess up to this lost generation Just Reach out your hands to the Father… of all creation. By. Sabina Nicole
To this day I wonder Why mom? Why did you have to leave your only daughter for all those men? Wasn't our happiness enough? I was still trying to deal with not having a dad at all Though I wanted a dad That did not mean I wanted you to go on a thousands dates, and bring one man home I wanted my real dad I wanted a real family that knew me better than I would ever know myself But I guess what I wanted did not matter to you mom I have suffered major depression A hole in my heart that the doctors are unable to see They see I am going threw a lot of pain Though the one thing they can't see is how much it is hurting my heart Every night as I lay in bed I think that my life will get better I will be wanted someday By a mom and a dad that will actually care about me Well guess what my dad The one you told me wanted nothing to do with me Wanted something to do with me and tried to see me as much as he could But you kept saying no to him Causing my little heart enough pain I was only three years old and eventually got older Why would you do this to me? If you ever want me to forgive you than think this though mom I have suffered all my nights crying in pain because I didn't have a mom nor a dad While other girls were laughing, talking about boys, talking about what girls talk about Since you were always out I never had anyone to talk to about anything so I cried my eyes out like a waterfall that will never stop So to be forgiven you will need to think about how much pain you have caused me You will also need to be a real mom, don't worry about buying all that make up You are pretty on the outside and the inside can change eventually But do this one thing for me Take care of my little sister Rylie she deservers a better life than I've ever gotten
When I am 90 I will look back and vaguely remember the clothes I wore, the car I drove or the house I lived in. I will reminisce about the places I went, the things I did, and the people I met along the way. My greatest fear is growing old. Not for vanity reasons...I am terrified of looking back and not having anything to show for my life. I will be 29 Tuesday and even just looking back now I only have one good thing that has come from my existence. I want to travel, to gain knowledge and wisdom. I want to be submerged in culture and diversity. I wish only to be open minded and well versed. When my father passed away almost 5 years ago, there were people in attendance at his service that I had never met before. Everyone celebrating his life because he had affected them in some way thoughout his time here. He was simple, country, no money...all he had was all he needed...his heart and his hands. That is my one true aspiration... I want to be like him. All I have ever wanted was, when the time came, to die knowing that I too had affected change in the life of atleast one person. Knowing that their life was fuller and brighter and even just a little bit easier because I was a part of it. I don't dream of fame and fortune... I dream of being the type of person my father wanted me to be. Compassionate and kind. I want to understand the world and life. I want to make a difference!
"Leave no man behind" That was my first blood I deserted him and left him on that island Seventeen years later we found each other He held no grudge, one he had rights to But he can't make me loathe myself any less I left her with a Commander who was insane and cunning No one knew the true scope until it was too late Cast aside by the system and my inability... My instability I may never recover that connection Not sure I'm of worth Finally, I found my comrade with one in tow Even being there every day I was unavailable, insufficient And it hurt her in so many ways Ways that will show in the battles and victories to come A trial, no need.... Prison, my own warden I can only hope to witness the coming events passively I can hope to be invited to join their ranks once again To be there, even if too late The world forgets much I cannot.... Will not.... Must not
Ever since a little child, Away from the family he was kept, His protests were ruled out, Searching for the reason,he silently wept. No affection, love or bed time stories for him, Always sad and dejected, his childhood was grim. He longed for his mother's love,yearned for her time, Unfulfilled desire of a little boy,what was his crime? Away from home to Bangalore he was sent, In a hostel to live alone,he had no intent. Though dejected initially, he learnt to live alone, Study ,work and earn, he soon became a gemstone. Career enhanced and to Mumbai he came, Appreciated for work, he rose to fame. He met a girl and friends they became, Cupid Struck and in love he was lame. Happily, they decided to tie the knot, His neglected childhood, he totally forgot. Happy in love and enjoying his fame, Life for him became a successful game. Then one day his mother called, All his happiness was suddenly stalled. She demanded his house and his money, She dictated ... he abandon his honey. He fought, protested and decided to abandon her, She said something that made his eyes blur. "I hate your dad and your handicapped brother, And sent you away,so I could join you later, I made dad pay for your education and so you earn I gave you birth....so now you have to return"
Dad your so insensitive You need to stop and let me live Not controlling me anymore Or I'll sneak right out the door Never returning in your life Soon I will be someone's wife So don't treat me like a child Your attitude needs to be mild Not obtrusive, mean or strong Or it wont be very long Till I can not handle it Something in me he has lit A bond is forming that 's not weak My womanhood is on the peak So let me go with happy tears You've fathered me throughout the years Now I need to fly alone Your baby girl has finally grown Wanting a new life and story Your guidance led me to glory Finding the man of my dreams Impossible as it might seem There's nothing to hold me back Your little girl will never lack Love, I will have lots and lots From my daddy and sweetheart
My memories of my childhood days are few and far between, My lucky number seven and my favourite colour green. Banality of daily life was there for mice and men, But nothing really matters much when at the age of ten. I loved to ride my bicycle, go swimming in the lake. I went to birthday parties, eating jelly, ice cream, cake. Remember loving sausages and hating cold green beans, But food was swapped for dating by the time I hit my teens. By adulthood my life was marred by being mediocre, I'd spend my time in pubs and bars, drink beer, play nine card poker. My parents feared my devilry would not be just a blip, My father came from Ireland so proposed I took a trip. He said the memories that I'd have would stay with me forever. I went. I never thought it, but my dad was very clever. Irish whisky, Guinness, Smithwick's, Bailey's Irish Cream, They tasted so divine I drank myself into a dream. My dad no longer talks to me which isn't very nice, I listened to him after all and heeded his advice. The memories that I'm laying down will always make me smile. The legacy he left for me. The dear old Emerald Isle.
When you broke me I never expected to be fixed Many felt I was beyond repair I was tossed upon a heap of lonely souls Drifting out to sea Discarded Forgotten Silent amidst my hollow dreams Still I was set free Free from you For once able to breath A hand held out lifted me up A new world was revealed Substance Hope Friendship Realization of what life could be Confidence in a new reality Someone could see the value of me No longer lost Heading towards hope Elevated to the stars Dreams no longer out of reach I am not broken any more Your predictions did not come true I thank God he helped me I'm living a life far beyond the restraints of you I listened to those lies spoken in my ear Felt each word pierce my broken heart Still some echos remain But they are drowned by a stronger voice And so I have learned to believe My soul is refreshed and relieved Part of me wishes that you could see Sadly I know You will never see the restored essence of me
As time flies by My eyes hurt from staring at the light. Where can I go? What do I do? I can't escape, I'm trapped in this small little box. No way out. No doors, No holes. Nothing. No one trying to help me out. No one trying to break down these walls. Except for one person. That person being her. She tries to rip down the walls. She tries to pull me out. But the walls reattach themselves. She's the only one trying. No one else. Now for you my hidden crush. You will never try as much as she does. So stop trying to succeed. Cause you will never get me. Now all I hear is the irking noises from my brothers. The bickering from my mother. All these noises. Its driving me crazy. My father, no longer my father. More of a sperm donor. Though I wish I came out with his eyes. I wish I came out with his long, tight, curly hair. When he was supposed to be in my life, he went off and married a wife. But his wife is more of a father. My father and my connection, there is no connection. My stepmother and my connection, is beautiful. So why can't my father be the father he is supposed to be? My tight little box is collapsing on top of me. I can no longer gasp for air. Cause there is no air for me to gasp from. I can't breathe no more. So just going to lay here and die. In my small little box.
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
You're a voyeur at best! Your vampiric heart beats out of your chest Ready to consume the final climax I know who you are - when the lyrics fail to resemble Letting your poison drip straight from your lips Portraying, entertaining the image of sex's delusion You know only rape - manifestation of hate Lack of the fruit of the beauty of a human mind Depths you'll never penetrate! She was only a doll - type of a lost father's adore Impaled into a desperate whore Shamefully out of broken safety's choice She bore embryogenesis of morose May your rusty blades caress as they please So confront the masses with the halt of embryogenesis Let the worship of machines be Leg them construct us cell to cell Nature's just in the way Of our race of perfectly engineered machines! The burden of conception Surrenders to the will of The New God
it was after midnight, and i won't soon forget my dad was leaving, or so they said laying there, his soul it seemed, wanted to be set free it was hard, not something for all to see when my father departed, i looked at stillness i looked around, and i looked above i saw a glimpse of what i thought was he, it was just the reflection in the window of me i looked further out, past my thoughts and prayers only to realize my dad was already just a memory as i looked back at him on that hospital bed i tried hard to engrave his last breath, in my head it looked like him, but it didn't feel like him he was no longer there as much as i wanted him back i knew he was elsewhere ...without a care again, i stood to look out the window and again the only sign of life were the palm trees, they looked like brooms sweeping the midnight air it is then that i saw life again, and i knew that he was there....
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 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.
Everyday when his dad came home he was waiting there This was the special time that his dad always had to share He taught him to throw and to catch how to swing his bat Every game he played front row is where his dad was at Started off with tee ball and even then he was a superstar Not one of the older kids could hit the ball near as far Then he moved up to softball and what was clear to see The boy had a natural gift as natural as a gift could be When he made it to hardball believe these words are true Matt was one of the best pitchers the world ever knew Through school and into Collage there never was any doubt Their best player step up to the plate, Matt would fan them out Sometimes in life just when we start thinking everything is great Whether or not we deserve what happens we meet a divesting fate Matt was out on a Friday night after pitching a picture perfect game With the stands full of pro scouts promising him a career and life of fame His fastball clocked at 98 and his control was pinpoint on the spot After every game he would hug his dad and tell him "Dad thanks a lot" A drunk driver ran a red light and ended Matt's career that night Being left a Paraplegic as it turns out would be Matt's final plight A lesser man would have been angry he would wallow in his hate But that path was not for Matt he just stepped right up to the plate Became one of the worlds greatest sit down skiers, the first to do a flip Matt didn't just come back swinging he was swinging from the hips You see Matt's dad didn't just play with him he taught him the game He taught him how to fully believe in himself, the W by his name What Matt learned from Baseball he taught to you know who Long as you believe in and assert yourself, nothing you can't do Written in honor of Matt Oberholtz who I was fortunate enough to meet because my friend Nick Jenkins was his roommate. Want to talk about a cool guy ice cycles shot out the back of his water ski. Oddly enough I wrote Matt's poem for Matt's contest.
My father and my mother sat me down one day to tell me how wonderful that I was growing O.K. The years passes by as I got to be a teenager with high hopes of becoming the first young manager Life turns out a manager job is not for me so I kept things to a minimum working hard you see My family had taught me with all do respect the life we lead is the image of our age in an aspect Like queens and kings we bow our head to the people who is wiser in age even when dead Life as our guide the time we have aged is what we leave behind that we are gaged In prospective we are the stars and we are the earth because we age and leave behind a new birth To those that seek such blessing of heart remember this age is respect for living from the start Do you remember your father, mother, and teachers they are the ones cheering you on, sitting on those bleachers
Don't judge me until you've walked a mile in my shoes Because these things don't just happen on the news Going hungry and getting hit Soul wearing down bit by bit Angry hands raining down I take it all without a sound He beats me senseless Doesn't even care that I'm defenseless He lets men have me for a price Tells me to smile and act nice Be a dutiful daughter Never let your emotions falter I finally escape Try not to think about the rape I search all around But God's nowhere to be found I look forward to death The moment I draw my final breath I don't care about everlasting peace I just want that final release
A SIX YEAR OLDS PRAYER. Dear God do you know who I am. I am possibly your biggest and youngest fan. I am not that old and I'm only six. I know with you anything can be fixed. This year has been hard so my parents have said. Mom and Dad cry cause there is not enough food to be fed. My Dad stresses and says its just not fair. He's worried so much he is losing his hair. I went to the doctor a lot this year . Mom and Dad said there is no need to fear. The doctor tells them it's the worst they have ever seen. He said it was cancer, God what does that mean. Does that mean I have been bad or done something wrong. Does it hurt god, if so for how long. They give me treatment and lots of people pray. I get lots of hugs from people that don't know what to say. Mom says that you have my lost hair. I know why ,its cause your making me the softest and the best teddy bear. Here it is Christmas time once again. We opened our gifts and everyone cried when they saw my cheesy grin. God I know you are not Santa but can I ask you for a gift from you. Its just a small thing I would like from you. Can you give my parents strength when you call my name. Cause I know their life will be different and never the same. It's the only gift I want and nothing else. Please God remember its for my parents and not for myself. I'm really tired God sorry I have to go. I love you God I am thankful that you already know. So I will say goodnight and I will talk to you again. And most of all thanks for everything God. Love you forever. AMEN.
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
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
I hate the birth mark under my right eye I hate my extremely static hair I hate my big bottom lip I hate my spotty nose I hate that I have really *****y times I hate that people only remember me for my really *****y times I hate that the real *****es hate me I hate being cautious so they don't ***** about me I hate that I cry over everything I hate that people know I cry over everything I hate that I hide from them anyway I hate that they actually don't care I hate the fact that my brother is leaving home next year I hate the fact that I cried when he told me that I hate the fact that I hid my tears from him I hate the fact that he's all I really have left I hate my father for making me feel like he doesn't care about me I hate my mother for making me feel like she picked him over me I hate that my brother had to look after me when they couldn't be bothered I hate that, in my eyes, they don't deserve to be called mum and dad I hate that when I was younger I had to run away from my father I hate that my mother and brother left me by myself that day I hate that they left me closer to my father I hate that they went somewhere I would have felt safer I hate that I feel like my friends are slowly fading away from me I hate that I feel like I'm a third wheel I hate that I feel like my friend's don't trust me I hate that I feel like I can't trust my friends I hate the feeling of loneliness I hate that I read books to escape to a world better than mine I hate that I write to create a better life than my own I hate that people want to invade that one heaven I invented I hate that people ask me why I made Katy Clover Taylor I hate that I had to make a role model for myself I hate that she is the person I desperately want to be I hate that she is the one thing I will never live up to I hate that I feel like my grades would grasp my families attention I hate that feeling of disappointment when I get a bad grade I hate feeling like I have to live up to an expectation to hold their attention I hate that I am relied on because of my grades I hate that I am an older mind trapped in a younger body I hate that I am limited in what I can do because of my age I hate not being trusted upon I hate people treating me as a kid I hate not telling people how I feel I hate hiding behind an invisible barrier I hate not being able to share how I feel with people I hate being scared that they won't care. I hate people judging me I hate judging people I hate that feeling of giving up I hate the feeling of losing when I didn't give up I hate the choices I have made I hate that nobody thinks I can live up to my dream I hate people thinking they are so much better than me I hate the fact that they are right I hate that I will never make a good girlfriend I hate the fact I know nobody would fall for me I hate knowing that no one would help me pick up my life I hate that it has fallen apart I hate hurting the people I love I hate them not loving me anymore I hate knowing that what I would do would hurt people I hate the fact I do it anyway I hate knowing that I do all of this I hate knowing I hate all of this I hate trying to change it I hate that I am not able to change it I hate that I try not to give up hope I hate knowing all hope is lost I hate that I still try and cling to it anyway I hate knowing I failed at that too But most of all I hate not being able to express this until now I hate that this still won't change a thing I hate thinking that it still might I hate knowing that no one cares
What words can I use to ease the pain you carry in your heart, It saddens me to see you suffering in a world gloomy and dark. All your days are filled with thoughts of worries and guilty feelings, From dusk till dawn you go on and on but your life has no meaning. These twisted ideas of your misunderstood emotions driving you insane, Night after night you will toss and turn thinking you are the blame . There was nothing more we could do that would have changed that day, It was his time and we had no choices because that is just Gods way . You must remember he was never alone no matter what you may remember, Please get by this and get on with your life and forget that day in late September. How angry he would be if he was here and saw how you have not moved on, That's something we know he would say by telling you that you are wrong. I can't imagine him ever wanting you to stop living after he had passed away, Don't be a fool wasting your life thinking about me that's what he would say. How do I help make it better for you so there is no more pain , First you must stop feeling it's your fault and stop taking the blame . Get out of this cold dark and lonely place start living your life, Move on to better days where you will sleep through the nights. He has never left you and has been here beside you all along, Here to help you to get on with your life now that he is gone. It's your happiness that has him trapped here in our time , He will move on to where he must be once he is out of your mind. Think only of the good things and the love that was always there, You never have to worry anymore he has always known you cared . Please do this for me so you can see you will alwys be daddy's girl, I need you back the way you were which was a part of my world. Tac
My dad always told me, Your attitude determines your altitude, How high will you go? My answer then was I don't know. My mom always stated, Do your best and the rest will be handled, And don't let people burn you like a candle. Those statements were a hard pill to swallow. Especially when our day to day lives often Cause us to encounter beings whose hearts are hollow. Whether it is positive or negative, Your attitude is a true description of you. Your actions speak louder than words. People are people so what should it be? You and I should get along not terribly, But work together in harmony. My mom and dad were right. Just because someone may deliberately hurt you, You can't always come back with a fight. That person may be doing that in spite, Because they wish they were you, And to himself, he is being untrue. Now I know where I'm going, To altitudes of extreme positive magnitudes, To places I have never seen, And doing things that I never dreamed, That I would do. It's not easy to let go of things of the past. That may have shifted you to a magnitude of negative. You have to add that the situation did not cause death. Let it go, in other words, subtract it, and it will be handled So you will not be burned like a candle. Your attitude is a true description of you. Your actions speak louder than words. People are people so what should it be? You and I should get along not terribly, But work together in harmony.
Run around, fall down a lot, play all day in your sandbox, spill your milk and throw your peas, say you'll only eat ice cream, get a boo-boo, scuff your knees, draw on walls and flush the keys, throw a tantrum, cry and fight, make dad plug in your night light. All the boys and all the girls, in all the countries of the world, you're the future, this is true, just don't grow up too soon. yes, you're the future, this is true, but mom and dad would really thank you, to be a child many years through, so please, don't you grow up too soon. Horse around, get stung by bees, pick up rocks and climb those trees, take a step, than take one more, time to go out and explore, play with friends that don't exist, make noises, speak gibberish, cry if anything goes wrong, when dad says no, go and ask mom. All the boys and all the girls, in all the countries of the world, you're the future, this is true, just don't grow up too soon. yes, you're the future, this is true, but mom and dad would really thank you, to be a child many years through, so please, don't you grow up too soon.
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
" God's Eternity " We now must share our angel, with God up in Heaven above he was calling out your precious name, he wants you there to love our young child on life support, with a faint glimmer of hope we place our faith in you dear God, please won't you help us cope its too early to let our angel go, and it hurts so much inside we pray dear God please help us now, these heartfelt tears we've cried. We place our faith in your great hands, to help us get through each day God was calling your precious name, he wants you there to say " I love you my precious child, you have lived a meaningful life all the loved ones that you leave behind, I'll help to remove their strife I've not called them here with you and me, they still have some things to do one important thing that you need to know, they will be here with you. Your mom and dad have so much love, they shared it through your birth their wonderful faith and heartfelt love, I still need them upon the earth Your mom and dad God bless their soul, they watched their family grow I need them on earth to share my love, this is something you need to know the precious lives that you have touched, through your parent's warm love have all been noted in your families book, by dear God above. I was calling out your precious name, I want you here with me I promise to you my precious child, God's Eternity!!!!!" Penned By MPK Quote: Life Is Poetry In Motion, Great Poets Reflect Emotion… Quote: The Best And Most Beautiful Thing In The World Can't Be Seen Or Touched It Must Be Felt With Your Heart… Note: This poem was composed for a dear friend that may lose a son after a serious auto accident with little or no hope of survival. I presented it to my friend and his family with the hopes of offering some comfort during their stress filled times...
you melt my heart you melt my soul to raise you right is my life goal to give you things i never had i do this for you cos im your dad before you were born i didnt care i hated life which then was fair when i was told you were comming i said "ok fine " you are my centre you are my sunshine i know at time you will drive me mad but ill love you forever cos i am your dad ill give you wisdom from my years ill pick you up when your down, wipe away all your tears for you id live forever, to make you laugh when you are sad because this is my duty, because i am your dad so now that ive written this and so that you do know whenever the world seems heavy you know where to go wether problems with a bully, or your feeling blue ill stand by your side forever, cos im your dad and i love you.
Lord, during this Father's day, I'm so glad… For giving to me such a special dad! He's been very thoughtful and kind! Fathers like him are very hard to find! I remember growing up with my brothers… He was special to us, like "no other!" As a young boy, he taught me God's ways. And I've kept it throughout my days! I've often sought his advice and counsel… Especially when life was looking "awful!" He was there to give support the best he could... Trying to help the best way he understood. I suppose now that I'm growing old… I'm remembering more things that my dad told! "My father is one in a million." Is what I believe.! Many blessing from him I have received! May the blessings of God daily surround him! I'm so thankful that my mother found him! Thank you Lord for giving to me a dad like this! May his days ahead be happy and blessed! By Jim Pemberton
You're supposed to be there for me Someone I can trust But the things you've done, more than once Have filled me with disgust You cheat, you lie, you sleep around You clearly have no guilt What happened to the life we had, And all the walls that we had built? You never showed me affection Not from the very start Now we're a broken family Five lives all torn apart How can you act like things are fine When life has never been so bad The things you've said are hurtful I don't know how you're still so mad You always think you're in the right How can you be so vane? With all the constant drama Our "family" is driving me insane Just because I'm not a baby Doesn't mean I don't still need you around But I guess now you're too busy With the new family you have found You made it very clear to me The day you walked right out that door It's really very simple You just don't love me anymore
It's not a cult: It's a Savior saving my life. It's a Savior saving your life. It's our Savior saving our lives. It's not too late. It's never too late!
A SPECIAL NAME My mom never had much thought about my name. So when it came time for me to be born. Into this world short,fat and hair the color of corn. But my dad said"he wouldn't be the blame". The first name my mom thought of was Teresa. I was named after no aunts or granny's or any other. Not even named after my mother. But my dad really liked the name Lisa. The doctor looked at me and said"oh what a face". I wasn't named after an angel or a saint. I was so big she almost had to faint and all dad could do was pace. I love the name my mama gave me. Middle name is Ann after my granny Ann. Mama says I look like her side of the clan. Her love made me be what I should be. Teresa Skyles Entered in Linda-Marie's"what's in a name"contest
My marriage ended when I learned that my wife is my sister. We were married for twenty years and I sure have missed her. When I learned that we are brother and sister, my heart sank. Soon after I was born, Dad sold his sperm to a sperm bank. Until last year, I had no idea that Dad had another kid. I will never forgive him for what he did. For years I was so happy but now I just want to die. My perfect life was shattered and all I can do is cry. I tried to kill myself in my car with carbon monoxide. But my cousin found me in time and sadly I survived. When our marriage ended, my whole world fell apart. Now I'm doomed to always have this broken heart. The love that my wife and I shared was as pure as a dove. But now my life is over because I had to give up the woman who I love. (THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.)
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.
Living a life without a father You may think no one bother The hurt and pain in his eyes Nothing he had but goodbyes He spent his years of life asking why Did he not come back or swung by No one to look up to No guidance on what to do Closest to a father was a gang banger Didn't do him good but use him as a hanger Made him do the bad deed Wasn't important to him more than a seed But he tried and tried to make him proud But all he did was shout at him out loud Finally giving up on the bad choices He began listening to those voices He found a one of a kind girl Who always made his mind whirl He mad her his And they had a kid That was the day his life turned around His destiny was found He now realizes that he came to a decision He's not going to be the day we see on television But the dad he never had The dad that will never make his child sad.
I remember many years ago, when I was just a lad, My biggest hero in my life, happened to be my dad. I grew up with no siblings, in a happy home, And daily as a child, I'd write a story and a poem. I'd discuss how my day went and the things that I had done, And put words to my feelings, be it happy, sad or fun. I'd keep them in a binder, tucked underneath my bed, Well hidden from intruders, near where I'd rest my head. Many years later, as a teen, my parents separate. They tell me dads moving to another state. He decided to leave his family and work on his career, Things hadn't been so good at home for well over a year. I hold in the tears, run upstairs and begin to write. About the terrible news I got, that late school night. I rip out my binders, and sit quickly in my chair. I write "why do I do this, no one seems to care". I grab all my diaries, from my hidden stash, throw them in a garbage bag and take them out for trash. For many years I never took out a paper and pen, I promised myself this day I would never write again. I visit my dad often, til life gets in the way, And visits turn to phone calls as we run outta things to say. He would say that he loved me, I'd say I loved him too. But our conversations remained small, we were never really true. I get the dreaded phone call in february '11, God had come to take my dad and bring him up to heaven. I go through my dads stuff, and what defined his life, Pictures of dead relatives, my family, his ex wife. I miss the times we had, even our silent talks, Hidden in his closet, I pull out a big box. When I move the box, I can't believe my eyes, My family runs in the room, when they hear my sobbing cries. The writings I had thrown out so many years before. Were neatly piled behind the box, on the closet floor. I read through the pages, memories flood my mind, My life as a child so neatly defined. I make it to the last page, I find written in blue, under "No one seems to care" My Daddy wrote "I do"
Are We Being Driven to God's Elimination? In the names of diversity and anti-discrimination. It's like we're being driven to God's elimination! God is being "forced" from many institutions! All in the name of this country's constitution! We're told that God and this country must be "separated." Anything less is what many would call; "discriminated." Any forms of Godly virtues or values are "torn down." Any symbol of a cross, is often "removed from the town." It's no wonder that this country's in such a big mess! And yet this country wants to be strong and blessed? "What shall the righteous do if the foundations are destroyed?" Meanwhile, the tide of ungodliness, is often "enjoyed." Those who are trying to remove God! You must beware! His judgment is soon coming! And will catch you unaware! There's will come a day! When God's wrath you will endure! The wages of sin is death! This is very true and sure! People may think that removing God is the "thing to do." Anyone who attempts to do will wind up as "a fool." Only God can fill the void in life and true love within! Only he has the power to free your soul from sin! The words; "in God we trust," in our lives must be applied! Everything we'll ever need… God has supplied! God is this country's hope! It's only true foundation! We need HIM right now! To come and heal our nation! By Jim Pemberton
you melt my heart you melt my soul to raise you right is my life goal to give you things i never had i do this for you cos im your dad before you were born i didnt care i hated life which then was fair when i was told you were comming i said "ok fine " you are my centre you are my sunshine i know at time you will drive me mad but ill love you forever cos i am your dad ill give you wisdom from my years ill pick you up when your down, wipe away all your tears for you id live forever, to make you laugh when you are sad because this is my duty, because i am your dad so now that ive written this and so that you do know whenever the world seems heavy you know where to go wether problems with a bully, or your feeling blue ill stand by your side forever, cos im your dad and i love you
If I had one wish what would it be? Well what would make me happy? There is just so much to choose from. Maybe its a king I'll become. No, I wouldn't look right on the throne. Perhaps I should think of someone other than my own. What is something I wish someone had? Then I instantly thought of my dad. Now I know this saying is a cliché, but he really is the best dad in every way. The life that was chosen for him is very hard. When life was being dealt, he didn't even get a card. He worked tirelessly for so many years for us all, and never asks for anything, not even something small. So if I had one wish what would it be? For my dad to be happy, and I pray to be half the father to my kids that he was to me. Yes I wish to be just half the man he was, I would be great, just like everything he is and does. ~Chris Matt for my father Michael Matt
A small dinosaur named Dean'o O'Daniel was a special one, who grew up near the Florida panhandle and the only son To his single mother Sam O'Daniel See Dean'o had a love to where he could escape and drift away to another place and play a simple game of basketball Schoolmates would just laugh As he walked with a ball under his arm to his every class Saying "Dean'o's not a real dinosaur" Especially when They found out he was not a carnivore So he did not hunt and for all this little Dean'o was shunned Dean'o had enough He went out to a quiet place alone and said to himself "Why am I the only one who is small, not eat any meat, And always love to play some basketball?" "I just want my dad and feel normal and just fit in with all" As he shed a tear A deep soft voice appeared to him and said " Dean'o dont you know, That so many good times lie right ahead? I know you feel low and right now nothing really makes much sense But I promise you That all this hurt and confusion will end." "And please tell me why, You want to be normal or like the rest?" Shocked, Dean'o replied, " Because I simply have no confidence." The deep voice then said " You're short height gives you a feisty toughness, no meat keeps you pure and the love for basketball only means you are passionate."
Whenever my daughter had a boyfriend Come over to our house I always made her wear her long pants And a non-revealing blouse I would let them watch TV With a little privacy But I would be sitting in the next room Where they were always aware of me Whenever it got to be too quiet And what was going on I couldn't tell "Clap and whistle, clap and whistle" Were the instructions I would yell "Clap, to keep your hands to yourself Whistle, to keep your lips apart" I am sure every time I yelled this out I gave them both a start I know I embarrassed my daughter But what is a Dad to do I once was a teenage boy myself And his thoughts I already knew
When I asked dad for twenty bucks, he said, "Lets make a deal. I'll give you money only if you eat a healthy meal." I found him sitting on the couch before I went to bed. I looked into his tired eyes and this is what I said: "I finished all my vegetables. The carrots tasted great! I ate the piece of celery that mom put on my plate. The eggplant was delicious and the string beans were divine. The peppers were fantastic and the broccoli was fine. The giant baked potato was the highlight of my night. The juicy red tomato filled my belly with delight." My dad said he was proud of me and handed me the cash. I hope he doesn't find out all this food is in the trash!
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
My son said;; "Dad... when I move out, I'll be able to smoke, drink or chew." I said; I know son... there'll be many things you'll be able to do. Just remember this one thing.... before you were my son. I gave up things in life... that appeared to be "fun." I did this, so I could be the best dad I could be. I sacrificed a lot for you... and also for me. I didn't want to be a dad that was "hooked on an addiction." I wanted to be a good example and give spiritual nutrition. I wanted to have a son and be proud he was my own. And desired to have you as part of my family and home. I wanted for God's best in everything you do. And to let you know how much I love and appreciate you. Very soon... you'll be leaving your parents behind. But you're always in our prayers and on our mind. The word of God we taught you long ago. Will be with you ... no matter where you may go. As you go on life's journey.... seeking a "new start." We'll always love you and keep you close to our heart! Love, Dad By Jim Pemberton 2009
It All Started May 2, 1975 The Day This Man Took This Woman To Be His Lawfully Wedded Wife They Saw Their Share Of Struggles,Grief, Hardships,and Strife But Hand In Hand They Faced The World Together This Man And His Wife The Cards Were Stacked Against Them An Uphill Battle It Often Seemed They Did Not Have A Fairytale But In The End Love Would Prevail Between This Woman And This Man Thirty Years They Shared Together For Richer Or For Poorer In Sickness And In Health In Good Times And In Bad Before This Man Would Pass Away Right In Front Of His Wife How Would This Woman Go On Not Knowing What To Do How To Make A Single Cup Of Coffee Or Just One Plate Of Food How Could She Bare Waking Up To An Empty Room She Grieved Tirelessly She Often Questioned Why Why She Had Been Left Behind This Woman Who For Thirty Years Had Been This Man's Wife She Had To Find Her Strength Within And Her Will To Go On She Had To Comfort Her Children And Learn To Lean On God Although She Never Stopped Loving This Man Eventually She Would Find Peace Though It Was Not Easy She Learned To Live Life Without Him Though It Was Never Part Of The Plan On That Day In Early May of 1975 When These Two Were Wed This Man And His Wife Sometimes Things Will Happen Even Though We Did Not Plan Things We Can Not Fathom Things We Will Never Understand The Time Came Two Short Years Later When The Doctors Came And Told This Woman We Are Sorry It Is CANCER Now The Children Of This Man And His Wife Would Have To Find Their Own Answers With No Parents Their To Guide Them Give Them Comfort Or Advice They Would Be Left With Their Own Questions Of How... And WHY... In Loving Memory of My Mom and Dad- Tiffany Abbott
'Quit! Give Up! You Are Beaten' They Shout At Me And Plead 'There's Just Too Much Against You Now' This Time You Cant Succeed' And As I Start To Hang My Head In Front Of Failure's Face My Downward Fall Is Broken By The Memory Of That Skating Race! And Hope Refills My Weekend Will, As I Recall That Scene, For Just The Thought Of That Short Race, Re-Energied My Being They All Line Up So Full Of Hope, Each Thought To Win That Race, Or Tie For First, Or If Not That Atleast Take Second Place And Fathers Watched From Off Side Each Cheering For His Son, And Each Boy Helped To Show His Dad, That He Would Be The One The Whistle Blew And Off They Went, Young Hearts And Hope Afire. To Win And Be The Hero There, Was Each Boy's Desire. And One Boy In Particular, Whose Dad Was In Crowd, Was Running Near The Lead And Thought 'My Dad Will Be So Proud! ' But As He Speeded Down The Field, Across A Shallow Dip, The Little Boy Who Thought To Win, Lost His Step And Slipped. So Down He Fell And With Him His Hope, He Couldn't Win It Now, Embrassed, Sad, He Only Wished, To Disappear Some How. But As He Fell His Dad Stood Up, And Showed His Anxious Face, Which To The Boy So Clearly Said, 'Get Up And Win The Race! ' He Quickly Rose No Damage Done, Behind A Bit, That's All- And Ran With All His Mind And Might, To Make Up For His Fall. So Anxious To Restore Himself, To Catch Up And To Win, His Mind Went Faster Than His Legs, He Slipped And Fell Again. He Wished Then He Had Quit Before, With Only One Disgrace. I'm Hopeless As A Runner Now, I Shouldn't Try To Race. But In The Laughing Crowd He Searched, And Found His Father's Face, That Steady Look, He Said Again, 'Get Up And Win The Race! ' Exerting Everything He Had, He Gained Yards Eight To Ten, But Trying So Hard To Catch The Lead, He Slipped And Fell Again. 'Get Up.', An Echo Sounded Low. 'Get Up And Take Your Place' You Were Not Meant For Failure Here. 'Get Up And Win The Race! ' They Cheered The Winning Runner, As He Crossed Line First Place, Head High And Proud And Happy No Falling No Disgrace. But When The Fallen Youngster, Crossed The Line Last Place, The Crowd Gave Him The Greater Cheer For Finishing The Race. And To His Dad He Sadly Say, 'I Did Not Do Too Well' 'To Me You Won', His Father Said 'You Rose Each Time You Fell'. For All Of Life Is Like That Race, With Ups And Downs And All, And All Of You Have To Do To Win, Is Rise Each Time, You Fall.
Everyone in the world thinks babies and kids have no struggles we are wrong. We forget the hardest times of our lives is when we were infant our hearts beat a song. When we were hungry we would cry, little hands could not grab anything that lye. We had help to hold our bottles and we felt so helpless in our everyday struggles. Our eyes did not open till the time that we were able we saw everything huge in size. It made our heart throb fast and nothing made sense for all the words were gurgles. The little ears we had we did stress with sound so loud and so unknown made us cry. The fathers and mothers with kind word almost calmed us while they whispered. They held us with fear, we had fear just knowing that we could not handle stress alone. We grabbed things and we just wanted to hear the heart beat of our mom and dad. That was the only thing in our minds that made us calm and glad. The first touch of rough skin and strong hands were most comforting, yet scary at once. Trust gradually grew when whipped our mess and hind ends, which were still scary. To the large people out there the mind of a child is so simple but they still struggle. They still need food, love and security that is all they need to grow. To their lives is what they cling and no one is there to protect them from sorrow. There are less fortunate kids that never get to hear their mothers and fathers hearts. They soon empathize with everything around them with an emotion that struggles. When sleeping on our own we cannot defend ourselves so we have fears. That's why we cry nightly to sigh relief, we get exhausted and we run out of tears. Remember the times you seen a child fall down their first step or bump into things. It is scary when knowledge is lacking and get into things, which are a signs of struggles. Children is future, it is nice to just watch them study, play and learn who they are. Babies and Kids smiling, playing loud, and just sitting, they are still people they struggle.
This is a poem by my 9 year old son Dylan. I am a smart kid and a techno geek I wonder how far space goes on I hear a dinosaur roar I see my dog that passed away I want to see my grandpa I am a smart kid and a techno geek I pretend to have one million dollars I feel my dad hugging me I touch my mom's brownies I worry about my parents I cry when summer's over I am a smart kid and a techno geek I understand that my dad has to be deployed I say aliens exist I dream that I'm being attacked by a sea serpent I try to make my life the best I hope my brother has a good education I am a smart kid and a techno geek.
hungers of each other's respect; bruising feeling with no intent, so much left to consider other than this. I don't want to be laughed at like a train dog, mistakes that never shine to be shown. underrated compliance with no deeper meaning; looking forward to not being worthy, day by day, does it make a difference? toughing out the storm of the normal, both rugged with teh rigidness edges of our patience. still claiming to be happy, suited only to the hidden faces of the masks of tears. lies within lying: buried deep inside, a closet full of bones and regrets, a problem yet to be faced and fulfilled...............!!!
Nobody's child but mine, He wasn't wanted, Except by me He was born so strong, Should have been two, Oh what a joy This child of mine, Ten tiny fingers , Ten tiny toes too, That child of Mine. He warmed my heart from that moment on, That child of mine . I lost his dad, He didn't want to know, That child of mine . He was sick , Born that way, That child of mine . Smiles and laughter that lit up a room, That child of mine . Many a worry, That sick child of mine, Yet so eager to please. A loving child.. Full of smiles, Laughter too, He was left with his tiny new brother . That child of mine, New dad and all, He was so pleased . So proud of his new baby brother. That child of mine. I just never knew, Thought he was safe that child of mine . How he snapped , His new dad At that child of mine . My joyful night, Became a mothers worst fear.. That poor child of mine, He couldn't breathe, New dad didn't cope. Love was blind, This I knew, Now I'm ashamed, I should have knew. He was only three, Battered and bruised, That poor child of mine . From top to toe, Look what he'd done to that child of mine . I know I should have let go, Be seen and heard for that child of mine.. I was so young with two kids in tow, How would I cope, I did not know. To young and afraid of being alone, I should have known . That child of mine, In sorry now, Was so naïve, It should have been done. I should have let him go, For that child of mine I loved so . Never again will I be afraid, Scared and unsure for any child of mine . Their just no excuse, He was only three, That poor child of mine . I was his mum, Should have known, What had to be done . I should have spoke out, And not been afraid . For that child of mine, I was his mum .
Who loves me enough to keep track of me by the color of the sky? Who is the one who still loves me if I win, loose or die? My Dad He stands among a chosen few There are a lot things for him to do Obligations, situations countries all a mess He puts his best foot forward and does his best My dad loves me and I love him to When we are together theres nothing us two Couldn't do, because we are the same, nothing new My dad and I the same and God knows why Ruth Courtney
A Dad's Hurting Heart… I know of a dad, who's heart was broken and hurting. His son was living a way of life not very "re-assuring." This dad tried his best to teach his son God's ways. But his son refused the truth of what God's word says. This dad thought about the kind of life his son lived. And wondered what more he could possibly give… I could tell by his voice, that sounded very "shaken." His son was at a place in life feeling "alone and forsaken." Whatever happened… This father made up his mind.: "I am going to serve God! NOW is the time!" He would pray for his son no matter the cost. And keep his focus on Christ' work on the cross! He chose to give God all of his attention. Things in his life took on a whole "new direction." Jesus gave him his words of a blessed assurance. The love of Christ isn't a "one time" occurrence! He kept on praying and "holding firm and fast." Trusting Jesus with a love that always last! The love for his son was unyielding and powerful. He spent time in prayer! Ever so resourceful! As the years went by, he never gave up praying. No matter the hurtful words his son was saying. His son returned to the Lord he once knew. His life is changed! And is now brand new! The prayers of Godly parents are the best gift to give! They can totally transform how their kids will live! By Jim Pemberton
No one is a match similar to her She stands in the wind like a motionless stone She stands the pain no one can stand She cries to God, prays & reads She is so good so unlike me though I can never live the life she had & stay alive She is like a white dot in this black world She tries to forget, she tries to start again But some people just can't understand her torture I try to support her as much as I can But at the end, I have no effect With all of this darkness, can I make it all go away? I wish she had a peaceful life like other had I'll blame myself for being alive If only just dad could understand her pain He'd know after all is too late that this is the best wife Anyone could ever imagine! I love her so much, I wish anyone would listen To the love & sadness she had been through I blame my dad for every tear that had fallen Oh I'm sure some magic spell had changed him Why is this life so a cursed pain I hate everything that happens here! If only I had an arrow, I'd throw it right into that man's face So he'd know he's the worst creature ever made!!!
To my first born we are so proud of you you were a good boy but a bit ornery too a shy little lad and as cute as could be your eyes they were as blue as the sea you and your brother and sisters would play had a good time while your dad was away when your dad got home we'd all wait to see was he going to be sober or drunk as could be he always picked on you and made you so sad you said when I grow up I won't be like my dad we made a decision we had to find a new home life would be better if you kids and I lived alone but when you were eighteen your vow didn't last you followed you dad down that old alcohol path and for many long years on that road you did stay and for all of those years on my knees I did pray I would say son one day you're going to be free and what a great witness to others you going to be three years ago you walked through the door and said mom I'm not going to drink any more and now you go to AA and meet with your friends and now we don't worry where you have been just a short time later you met the love of your life and in just a few weeks you made her your wife February 21 2007 you two had a beautiful baby girl Melissa Dawn came in and brightened our world we all see a miracle when we look into your face we thank our heavenly Father for keeping you safe God is so faithful when we trust him with our heart and Billy Ray thank you so much for doing your part words can't say just how much we love you To Billy Ray
I remember dad tucking me into bed each night. I somehow knew "everything was going to be allright." The Bible stories he had read. Each night before I went to bed. I remember the smile dad had on his face. It was like "love all over the place." Then one night. he left. I didn't know why. The many nights I'd lay awake and would cry. How could this happen? I was so sad. I became very upset, angry and mad. How could God let this happen to our family? I thought dad loved us and was happy. He never returned. Never did explain. I began to curse even the mention of his name. Then one day I read the Bible and began to see. How much Jesus really does love me! I asked him to be the father of my life today. I'll never forget the words he had to say; "I'll be with you each step that is taken." I love you so much... You're never forsaken!" Jesus... my heavenly father, has given me love so precious. I have a relationship with him... that's so nutritious! My dad left me. My (heavenly) father found me. And now each day... His love surrounds me! By JIm Pemberton 03/28/09
I really don't know where to start So I guess I'll just say what's in my heart I want to tell you a story About my dad that I never got to see He was kind and good and a brave man There were many like him who left to fight in another land Like others who went before Everyone prayed that they would be back at the end of the war That men would come and leave no more He never came back again He never saw my life begin Never saw my first birthday Or take me to school on my first day I grew up wondering why Why didn't God pass my daddy by To let him come back home safe to be Home to his loving family I'll never feel his loving touch Or hear his words telling me he loves me so much The dad I long to see is in a picture in front of me And yet I know he will always be here in my heart to comfort and guide me
My dad promised me a better life then all of this? I stand at a cash register yet long for a job of bliss? Why did he continue on with auntie and cause me such pain? Now my back and feet hurt from this job with barely any gain? My brother stocks shelves at the local market down the road, Carrying 50 pounds or more every time he carries a load, My mother can barely make ends meet with the three of us still at home, But my dad carried on responding to the auntie and her poem? He knew God had sent great messages and prophecy. To give us a better life then what I have in front of me, My feet are blistered and I stand all day long in this store, I wanted so much from life, to travel and to see so much more. **dedicated to those not hearing the messages of God, it will carry on to see what you are reading if it does not change. consider that prophecy like the JOB
SOMEWHERE TO CALL HOME There are a lot of firsts in a child's life that we all might forget The first time they say Mom or Dad, Feeling all the ooh's and aah's. The first time that they hold your hand, The feeling goes right to your heart. You know that this child is blood right from the start. The hardest time in a Child's life, is when they think all is lost. Feeling left behind and all alone and abandoned, and looking for somewhere to call home. To know the feeling of being someone special, then have it ripped away, all they will feel is being alone. Every time they look behind there is an empty spot. When the people they know as Mom and Dad are there, they are never alone. But, when a child comes around and is not of your blood, the love they need is just the seed. Just the feeling of the two figures called Mom and Dad to look up to means a lot to them. For a child to call out Mom and Dad, and hear no sound is very sad. Who ever said that these kids are nothing, there is something very wrong in their minds. They have been looking for somewhere to call home for such a very long time. They don't ask for much just a place to belong, no matter how long it takes. After so long your kids get old, and go away without looking back, no hugs or kisses in sight. Your life void of the words Mom and Dad, that they will never say tonight. To adopt a child and give them life and hope, To put the laughter back in their voice, and the twinkle back in their eyes, to finally hear the words Mom and Dad is the ultimate surprise. Harold F. Therault Jr. June, 2, 2007 (Dedicated with love to: Liliana Alicia-Marie Therault)
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
Tired, exhausted working 2, 3 sometimes 4 jobs Is what mama had to do to keep a roof over our heads Raised by brothers and sisters never seen mothers face Was what i had to go throught on a daily base To think mama had to do it on her own Why because you were behind bars with a foggie mirrow and a bed Given everything you needed clouths, food and more Never had to work to survive behind those silver doors You though we lived in paradise but in truth we were on the road to the after life In my eyes the world was nothing but endless darkness And my escape was my emotions being spilled on a page that was ment for you To believe the girt i recieved from you was a knife plunged into my back At that moment in time my wolrd came tumbling down Shattered into a million peices that will never be found Can't believe i let my self be fouled into thinking your a fantastic dad But in thruth your only a clown A joke that's what you are a child stuck in a 50 year old man The mask you've worn for so many years has finally sunck so deep it made you blind You can't see your choices and mistakes are what make your binds You went so low to take mama's life Why because she wanted out of the marriage and you out of her life I remeber the day as though it were yesterday images replaying itself just by your name You banging on the door to let you in Saying if we dont today will be are end That was the first time i seen big sister so scared Crying and screaming with all her might for help That was torture to bear Looking into mama's eyes there was nothing but fear Not for herself but her children who were there Crying there eyes out and screaming for there mothers help To think the man i once called father the one who gave me life Who told me multiple times he'd always be there is my greatest fear Everyday before i walk out the door of my house I close my eyes lift my hands and pray to the lord Hoping he'd bring back the gently kind man that i held so dear But iknow in my Mind and in my Heart it's only and Open Fantasy
Men sweat for sweet lose not the heat Keep your head in the beat Life is not milk from a tit That you suck with smiles Engage your brain to go long miles. In world we wander Be not a mediocre Aim beyond the sky For you die Time is short Waste it not. When of age Tame your rage Keep in check your ego Know people Sober might mean madness Be harmless. To greatness when you get this note I might be here not Read between the lines will lead you to mines when you find love Open your eyes all you have Trust IF its worth it Son this note heed it. when it's your turn to live.
I try to imagine what life was like for my mother, being beaten by the man she loved, I'm not talking about a slap here or there, I'm talking beaten within an inch of her life. I always remember smelling blood, and the mess that was left behind, every time my Dad would get in that groove, where he'd just loose his mind. I don't remember a lot, a lot happened before I was five, but my Mother had no troubling tell me though, I was the reason she went back most the time. We lived in a house of fear, silently we would sit, trying not to make a noise, otherwise Dad would have another fit. Even I suffered from his wrath, apparently he would punch me across the room, my Mother would try to protect me, but she'd get a hiding too. 8 years of hell, she finally left, the courage she found to run inside, tired of being a gang members Missus, she ran so she could have a life. M.Mahauariki © 2012
Are We Being Driven to God's Elimination? In the names of diversity and anti-discrimination. It's like we're being driven to God's elimination! God is being "forced" from many institutions! All in the name of this country's constitution! We're told that God and this country must be "separated." Anything less is what many would call; "discriminated." Any forms of Godly virtues or values are "torn down." Any symbol of a cross is often "removed from the town." It's no wonder that this country's in such a big mess! And yet this country wants to be strong and blessed? "What shall the righteous do if the foundations are destroyed?" Meanwhile, the tide of ungodliness, is often "enjoyed." Those who are trying to remove God! You must beware! His judgment is soon coming! And will catch you unaware! There's will come a day! When God's wrath you will endure! The wages of sin is death! This is very true and sure! People may think that removing God is the "thing to do." Anyone who attempts to do will wind up as "a fool." Only God can fill the void in life and true love within! Only God has the power to free your soul from sin! The words; "in God we trust," in our lives must be applied! Everything we'll ever need… God has supplied! God is this country's hope! It's only true foundation! We need HIM right now! To come and heal our nation! By Jim Pemberton
My son said;; "Dad... when I move out, I'll be able to smoke, drink or chew." I said; I know son... there'll be many things you'll be able to do. Just remember this one thing.... before you were my son. I gave up things in life... that appeared to be "fun." I did this, so I could be the best dad I could be. I sacrificed a lot for you... and also for me. I didn't want to be a dad that was "hooked on an addiction." I wanted to be a good example and give spiritual nutrition. I wanted to have a son and be proud he was my own. And desired to have you as part of my family and home. I wanted for God's best in everything you do. And to let you know how much I love and appreciate you. Very soon... you'll be leaving your parents behind. But you're always in our prayers and on our mind. The word of God we taught you long ago. Will be with you ... no matter where you may go. As you go on life's journey.... seeking a "new start." We'll always love you and keep you close to our heart! Love, Dad By Jim Pemberton 09/15/09
I was born a child of The Lord of The Jungle I was loved, the apple of His eye, His joy in a bundle He had a great plan for me as His child in His circle of life But, there a lesser power lurked, one of evil and strife One day he came and took the life of my dad the King Then turned on me, his plan from the beginning The kingship, he wanted, so he began to deceive me He said I was responsible, no good and I was guilty Feeling more like a rat than one destined and called I slunk away, head low and on my belly I crawled Then I ran so far away, that I couldn't look back On my calling or son ship, seeing only my lack I took the identity of my new friends in Accunamatada I soon forgot where I came from and who was my Father I forgot who I was, my calling and my true destination I forgot my enemy and my responsibility to my nation But my Dad was always with me, without and within Sent His Helper to me, His comforter and friend To remind me of who I really was from the beginning To leave Accunamatada, go home and stop sinning I'm too far from that life now, that's too far in the past I desire no worries now and my new friends are a blast So He picked up a board and hit my head with a whack! Said, "No worries my boy, now that whacks in the past!" See, Scar is a hard taskmaster to your true people today And the top of the food chain are cowering and afraid While he has you happy here in Accunamatada Land Your people are enslaved there by your enemies hand Turn from your feasting, playing and procrastination Remember your calling and your true destination Stop living in complacency here without an scars While your family is hungry and weary at war Get up from that couch now and turn off that TV Your Father is waiting, get down on your knees Intercede and cry out and show that you care For your brothers and sisters who suffer out there Then I remembered, I was the son of the King And my brothers and sisters were suffering I turned around and ran back as fast as i could I had family to save and save them I would
I wake up in the night. I hear the door slam. I rush out of my room oh it's the same again my dad usually goes out for fresh air. My dad say's he can't sleep at night but everyday that seems strange. It's twelve o clock as I suddenly wake up by the noise so loud it frightens me. The noise doesn't stop it get's louder. So I go downstairs and I peep through the window. It's my dad holding an axe and hitting the wall. He is sweating all over but continues to hit the wall. The wall then cracks like tears falling from a child's eye. The wall slowly crumbles and falls down. My dad laughs so loud you can hear it. He drops the axe as I quickly rush upstairs. I wake up the next morning oh what a wonderful morning I can breath know.
Three vehicles parked in a circle. A modern wagon train. Inside the sanctuary of the circle, instead of children playing as they did in the days of the covered wagons - empty bottles, a gas stove, bags of dog food, wrinkled clothes, wet towels, folding chairs and food wrappers. Everything is varnished with a blue, wet cold. Mom, Dad and teenage boys spend a lot of time inside the vehicles with their dogs. They read, listen to the radio, play with damp cards, tell stories, and dream of the time when they can have hot water tumbling over them in their new home. They are up at four to start the cars to warm up a bit. Then, a few hours of sleep before the little car pulls out in the dark, on it's first mission of the day to take the boys to school, a few miles away. Four dogs. Two brown ones, one black and white one, and a new, brown one rescued when a far-away, family member died during their stay in the church field. The black and white dog runs out to the end of his rope until it is stopped quick with the choke chain. They all would like to get away, off their chains... The boys, wash their long hair from water warmed a bit in the sun on the hood of dad's car. Sometimes I catch mom or dad drying their hair with big, orange towels. Some mornings, I see them walk over the dirt hills of the bicycle park to the public bathrooms. They walk slowly, carrying their towels and the weight of their plight.
I used to think that life was a joke. When I was 9 I started to smoke. When I was 11 I began to drink. But as I got older I began to think I started thinking about what I wanted to do and what I had to give. But then I realized I had a long life to live. At age 13 I started to fight for no good reason. Thanks to my dad and my anger, I got kicked out of school for the rest of the season. Not long after, my mom and my dad were separated, By this time, my anger had very well escalated. I was baker-acted for making threats in 1999. Threatening take everyone's life, including mine. I hated it! I hated my life in every way. I always stayed in the house. I never wanted to play. After being home schooled for two years, It was time to go to High School my dear. My mother appraised me, she said I would to fine. Oops! My Bad. I got suspended 22 times. I got baker acted again and I caught a charge. A charge that landed me straight behind bars. I was on probation and violated constantly. For once the only thing I wanted was to be free. At age 15 I was in a program locked in a cell. Oh boy! How fun! I had my 16th Birthday in jail. It took 11 months and 11 days to get my act straight and learn better ways. January 16,2004 I was free once again, To be locked up no more. 3 days after I was 17 and free from being locked down, My mother tells me I'm off probation now. Now that I've told you what I've been through, Its time for me to tell you about what I plan to do. This is what I plan to do with my life. To make good decisions and to do what's right. I plan to continue to go to school. No more days of trying to play cool. I am who I am not to pretend. The way I think of it, in my life I need no fake friends. People think I'm crazy for my plan to succeed. Its my choice if I want to be a part of the city police. I want to major in Criminal Justice to become a lawyer or be apart of the law. I have came a very long way and have left so many people in awe. People think of me as a misbehaved, disturbed little child. But look at how far I made it. Even though it took a while. When I was younger, I was wild. But to all who doubted me, I hope I made you proud. See the effort that I chose to give. And all this was to earn a better life to live.
One night my mom and dad created me, then my dad told my mom i was not meant to be. My mommy cried day and night, trying to decide what is wrong and what is right. Inside of your womb I could hear the two of you yell and scream Daddy wanting to abort me, mommy wanting me to fulfill me dreams. Each time you went to the abortion clinic, inside I was screaming NO!!!!! Mommy please don't kill me, please give me a chance to grow. You must have heard my screams, cause each time you let me live. Thank you for not killing me mommy, I have so much love to give. The day that I was born I saw a tear drop in my mommy's eye The expression on her face, how could he want our child to die. Look at me dad in my mommy arms, so precious as can be Now look at my mommy and answer her question....... HOW COULD YOU NOT WANT ME?
My Dad was a pretty hard man I guess, well that's what I remember of him, I know more of him through stories I've been told, very few memories do I have left of my own. I know he wasn't a man to be messed with, little patients did he have, I'm pretty sure he loved me the best he could, with the tools that he had. My Dad was a gang Member, for the Black Power, I guess it became the family he wished he had, why he choose to live that way. My Dad didn't drink that much, H'is thing was getting high, always blowing someone out, to the point of nearly losing there minds. He spent a lot of time in jail, I remember bits and pieces of visits, what I didn't know then I sure do now, I was how things got smuggled in. Even though my Dad was a woman basher, and intimidated people with fear, I think his younger life must have been really harsh, so bad he didn't know how to care. Quite often when I was young, we didn't have much food, Dad would take all the money, spend on things he use to do. but we got by with what we had, sort of glad I don't remember any of that. It sort of saddens me to talk of my Dad, the way that I do, but the reality of it all is, this is what he use to do. The last time I saw my Dad was my 12th birthday, he came for a surprise visit, it really made my day, I really didn't know much about my Dad, Or what his life was about, that's what upset the most when he died , he was my only way out. M.Mahauariki © 2012
It took ten years or more To know It took 70 thousand miles To know It took repeating history (in my own way) To grow It takes a lifetime It took the loss of my Father To know It took and it's still taking Sometimes. It takes a lifetime and that's the rub Whether spent in the Chapel or the local Pub Reap what you sow Yes, it really has a meaning The things that shall grow Take the colour of your actions Will you be proud of the fruit Or bury what is born of your evolution? How much longer, God? Until my soul is clean. How long must I live Before I'm ripe, no longer green? (God's voice) That, my child, is unseen For it takes a life time to give (and forgive) And so it will take ten years or more To know It might take most or all of my life To know That I cannot repeat what I did before But I might screw it up again. You know? Reap what you sow Yes, it really has a meaning The things that shall grow Take the colour of your actions Will you be proud of the fruit Or bury what is born of your evolution? HOW SHOULD I KNOW? I want to go out into the garden. And be like Eve and Adam How long did it take the Dinosaurs…?... Did they ever know? Where did they go?
Mom, sisters,brothers is all we had. We all grew up without our dad. He left us all when I was just three. There was no dad for us to see. Life was hard but we learned to share. Because our dad was never there. Our life was filled with heartache and pain. But I will say one thing he left us his name. Everyone say's it's time to forgive and let it go. What a life with a dad would be like I'll never know. Somethings were good somethings were bad. It might have been great if we've had our dad. Teresa Skyles
"We were all born part animal" With A Deer Face And A Bear Ass This is what my dad told us kids all the frigging time lol thanks dad and happy father's day july 5th 1925 - april 11 th 1981
I'd like to imagine, a time before I was born, life for my parents was breezy, going out with each other, exploring the world, living a care free, just living it easy. My Dad being a romantic, all the things he would do, to entice my Mothers affections, all the things you do when you woo. So happy they would have been, passionately living there life, but this is only a dream, I know what happened in real life. My Dad was a beaten severely as a child, giving away in his teens, again he suffered by the hands of someone else, who could never control themselves. When he was right he was wrong, when he was wrong he was wronger, there nothing he could do to avoid it all, in the end he too had a violent hand. My Mother came form a broken home, her brothers and sisters she had to help raise, all because her mother found someone else, and decided to run away. Before her Mother left, she was really strict, in which she'd beat her badly, with a washing stick, then being sexually abused, which added to her fuse, an angry women she turned into too. Maybe they were destined by fate, to meet each other on that day, that instant attraction, lead to one night of passion, and at 15 she gave birth to me. M.Mahauariki © 2012
Im just a person that is full of lots dreams,and likes to make the world a better place.I alway think of others be for myself. I have one sister and one brother, and parents that care. But i believe in me, that i have a talent that i can't find, that's why im having a hard time fiding a carrer, but i will keep trying. me and my family has been reting sice i was 7 years old. But when i was born i had a long peace of hair grown from my spine and my dad caught it from birth.so when i was 7 i have to have four back surgys and i was in a weel chear for one mounth.So i had to get a steel rod up my back. So i miss out in sports and all the other things that people can do that i can't.I thank my dad every day for what he did what will i do with out my parents i will be lost. But me i feel sore everyday but i am so happy that im not in a weel chear.Im in tears every day that i might have to go for another surgy,if i do im not, because that was the most pain i when"t thro. But life goes on and i keep living my life as the days go on and on. Lots of people feel sorry for me and i say do't im still walking and i say it's a gift from GOD..
My Love He is the one who threw me up in the air. He is the one who holds my hand tightly in midst of cruel people, He is the one who I believe the most, He is the one who I respect from my soul And he is always my breath of love.. Love you Dad
Afraid just to go home afraid that if anyone finds out she will be in trouble afraid of coming home to her mother already drunk an ready to lock her in the closet or beat her till she couldn't breath how did she live with her dad raping her when he got a chance afraid to go to school don't want any one to see the scares she sits in her room thin kin oh no my mothers home she hides under the bed while she is scared under the bed her mother calls he name I had a bad day at work where are you she hits her she falls while the blood falls from her face she cries she makes her stop crying an locks her in the room while she bleed crawling on the floor she hopes her dad doesn't come home tonight her dad comes in late she already feel asleep her dad wakes her with the feeling of he's hand going down her body how did she live like this why didn't any one know I ask myself how I survive in that live an why I didn't tell Afraid just to come home
Oh mum, don't compare my dad with someone else. Downfall is a part of life don't blame if he fills. > >Who knows what will happened next in a moment? >Who cares not to choose if someone has a bad print? >You are in love when someone was your need, >Who is expensive cannot afford seeks divorce in a minute, >You never thought who cares me why has innocent kills? > >Why do you mind if someone treats to you as you treat me? >Why is dad only mine not to you what is all repeat to me? >Are you sure your choice was wrong you are right now? >If you failed again what will happened next don't beat me? >People prefers to live on surface greenery looks nice on Hills.. > >I know you don't like answering you prefer to live in peace, >What is peace if you burnt someone's heart and blamed not to tease? >Can I say something dad is only a dad cannot become a mother? >I also like happiness time isn't always same don't family freeze? >If place has different taste don't think flour grinds not mills. > >If you are right different place is better to live must choose, >If you think present job is hard to handle don't a family loose, >Ask for help we shall co-operate you build up your confidence, >Sadness and happiness is a life, enjoy them not to cruise, >Prefer to share don't hide matters take rest don't use pills. >Who likes to walk in darkness all loves darkness enjoy to sleep? >Although People loose respect when native dies prefers to weep, >Ok, I am agree dad is bad, when he shall die how do you feel? >If memories are shadow of life don't apart them nothing is cheap? >It is hard if partner is unemployed a job cannot afford bills? >Time goes backward and forward sunshine brings a deep darkness, >A cloud comes and brings rain seems hard but a nice freshness, >Don't mind I love your pace what is peace if you delete me, >Mum you can resolve a matter after dispute if having a nice kiss. >Opportunity is a healthy process all loves if has a tasty grills. > >Don't mind I love your pace peace is what if you delete me, >Strong feelings has relationship understanding is what repeat me? >Active mind has thoughts and development soul is what indeed? >Love and hate has feelings you can move don't chargesheet me, >Developing nature is process of mind avoid obstacle thrills.
One day there was a Carousel A "Special One" of course! That taught "this" pretty little girl A lesson! Of a sort! The Carousel was so Beautiful! Unique in everyway! With horses going round and round All while the music played! But there was something different About this Carousel It had a "challenge with it! Of which, I now will tell! You see it had a wooden arm that extended to its riders To let them reach out gingerly, A "SILVER RING" to acquire!! For many years, I was too small to even reach the "RING"! But, Dad just kept telling me- The "Silver Ring" you must "Desire"! Everytime I rode it, I tried a little harder. To reach the "RING" out of my reach.... Thank Goodness for my Father! Then! One day! "I DID IT!" I HAD A "SILVER RING"! It trully was so wonderful And to it I did CLING! My Dad he looked so Proud of me! And I was Proud of him! He was the one who helped me get- THAT "PRECIOUS" SILVER RING! Now, he's gone! But, I know now... The lesson this has taught! As I sat up upon that horse And for "THAT RING" I fought! You see, in life there are some things That are JUST OUT OF YOUR REACH! If you, with strength, just "HOLD ON TIGHT" YOU'LL GET THAT "SILVER RING"!! THE "RING" IS ALL OUR HOPES AND DREAMS. THE THINGS WE MOST "DESIRE"! SO HOLD ON TIGHT! AND DON'T LET GO! AND "YOUR RING" YOU WILL ACQUIRE! DEDICATED TO MY FATHER: FOR ALL THE LOVE AND SUPPORT HE GIVE ME IN LIFE!!!
Once upon a happening there was a family of four all had different ideas on spending vacation and more. Dad thought it best if they camped in the woods to go hiking in the mountains on a trail where they could. Mom wanted relaxation and to stay at a resort go golfing on the green and play tennis on the courts. Big brother didn't agree and wanted fast fun the amusement park was his thing where the roller coasters run. Sister's nose turned up at all of their wants back to the beach and ocean were her playful haunts. Dad pulled the paper straight out of the hat to the beach they were to go so they hurried and packed. With the car all loaded they were ready to go so off they all went with swim tubes in tow. A few hours later the car started in it clunked and clunked and lurched and spinned. Dad checked under the hood then put the hood down called the tow truck to bring it into town. The cabin near the woods was were they had to stay so they all took a hike down the trail that day. The very next morning they were on their way heading to the beach on a nice sunny day. Three hours driving and the car started to churn and do some loud jerking as Dad soon would learn. Dad checked under the hood then put the hood down called the tow truck to bring it into town. The hotel room near the courts was were they had to stay so they all played some tennis at the resort that day. The very next morning they were on their way heading to the beach on a nice sunny day. Five hours driving and the car started again the banging and clanging was doing Dad in. Dad checked under the hood then put the hood down called the tow truck to bring it into town. The lodge by the rides was were they had to stay so they all had some fun at the amusement park that day. The very next morning they were on their way heading to the beach on a nice sunny day. After all their trouble they finaaly arrived at Sis' favorite spot bungalow number 5. The crystal beige sand lead straight to their door the water beyond that made you want more. Things may not have gone as they would have liked but this family of four still had fun in spite.
On those endless rides of childhood Down trails of dark and light, There are those that you remember And those that haunt your night. The green fresh days of farm and ranch When you raised your first sow— The flowing sea of bluestem grass, The calf that was your cow. You helped give life to Brownie's calf Or least so you did hope, By helping tug its leg around— Holding that bloody rope. Then Dad said you could have that calf To feed just like your own, Then Brownie's calf became your pet— A friend when you're alone. Yet, you were big enough to know The fate of each old cow, Yet you knew this was different— But you weren't sure just how. And so one day Brownie came home And her calf was not there, Then did the same, time and again— But that calf was no where. Now Brownie's calf had gone away, But you weren't sure just where— So Dad and you searched the far fields In hopes you'd find her there. Then to some woods and creek you came Where birds flew overhead And then the smell of that calves flesh Told you that she was dead. You turned and ran back to the ranch— Sought out old Brownie's face— And knew that life is just a chance But for our good Lord's grace.
I am thinking of putting all of my poems in a book. I have around 80-90 of them. This is what I have come up with so far for an intro. Your comments will be greatly appreciated. This may take two entries so be sure to check. Thank you. My life has always been a little different. My parents divorced when I was 4 years old so that meant every other weekend and for a month in the summer I was with my dad, other than that I was living with my mom. The atmospheres at each house were quite different. Now, not o say that both parents didn't love me because I know they did, but they were two completely different environments. My dad liked to drink and there was usually quite a shindig at his house, my mom's was always a little more relaxed and "family oriented" so to speak. We went to church with my mom every Sunday and it wasn't always so with my dad. My dad remarried for the first time when I was about 6 or 7. He and this woman had a baby and shortly after divorced. After the divorce my half-sister and her mom moved to Michigan, we didn't get to se a lot of her and eventually my dad let her step-dad adopt her and that changed a lot of things. My dad remarried again when I was about 8 or 9. He and this woman, Sheila, had two children. She was the love of his life and she is an amazing woman. My mom remarried for the first time when I was 11. The marriage lasted for about 7 years. He was very controlling and they divorced, it was probably the best thing for all of us. My mom remarried again when I was 19. He is a wonderful man; I have never seen my mom as happy as she is now. His name is Don. I now have a total of 9 siblings, I don't get to see all of them very often, but it's always interesting. When I was 15 is when my world was turned completely upside down.
stood still," has never been more real to me than in that moment. I tried to tell myself it wasn't real, but those words that my mom spoke as we walked in the house, "he's gone,' kept ringing through my head louder than anything. It was silent, other than the sobs. I have never heard silence be so loud. I kept thinking, "how can my dad be gone, this can't be real, maybe this is a mistake, not my daddy." I am writing this book because I want others to know that they aren't alone. I want others to know that it's okay to have questions and that it's okay to feel the way you do as long as you don't come to rest on those feelings. I was very angry for a long, long time. I didn't understand how a loving God would let my dad do something like this. Now I understand, we have free will. We make our own decisions and those decisions have consequences, and when you have a family, and you love people and are loved by people those consequences don't only affect you, they affect everyone around you. In this book you will find poems from a few months after my dad passed away until just recently and it's been six year. I hope this brings some comfort to you an gives you hope. It may seem like your world is falling apart, but don't give up. In these poems you may find that you have the same feelings or the same questions. I can't promise you that you'll find an answer, but I can promise you that even though it may not seem like it now, that it will get easier. You will be able to begin to live your life if you choose to. Sometimes the past will hinder us, but we have to learn to let go and let God. I would not have made it to the point I am in my life now had I not learned to lean on God. I tried for a long time to hide the pain, hide the feelings, and hide from God when all along all I needed to do was run to God because He was waiting for me, just like He's waiting for you. I can't sit here and say there aren't times when I still wonder why or what I could have done, but I do know that it has gotten easier. There are still days where I question what I could have done and I think about my dad everyday, but I am trying to learn more and more everyday to give every piece of it to God.
The day dad went HOME to be with JESUS, was a very difficult one for you. You were happy to know he was no longer suffering, on the other hand, your heart was broken too. You were together for many years. You both had your ups and your downs. Now that he was gone, you felt lost inside. You didn't know what you would do without dad around. The years went by. JESUS was there to comfort you. THE LORD filled the emptiness you had in your heart. You knew that one day, you would be reunited with dad again, and then you would never be apart. You said, never again. Never again will I love another man like I love your dad. We told you, don't ever say that, you never know. GOD might have another plan. HE DID! THE LORD gave you a blessing. HE gave you another companion and a friend. HE knew what would be best for you. HE wanted you to love again!
As I sit and write I find it hard to tell-a story of a man a story hard to sell as a child fatherless was his greatest gift -you see his mother was both, as if through good times and bad-the woman alway made him fill he had a dad stand strong,stand tall- loving words she gave as she never would crawl, she knew her fillings she could never show-you see tears were never part as you know, she worked hard and did her best-but time after time life brought her a test, he left when the forth was three months old-days were hot as the nights were cold another man leaves another child-yet she was positive always with a smile, seven kids she gave life-seven kids yet left lonely and cold ...the forgotten wife, poverty and cancer were her biggest fights-I think it was loneliness in the night, as her kids grew and left her alone-most cried about there dad never being home, with there life's lost in regret-one moved forward giving her the up most respect, time went on as her eyes faded like night-he could see she no longer wanted to fight, she dried her tears and put on that smile-you know son I felt this way for awhile, listening to her he seen life took it's toll-his mom his light grew old, as tears fell from all eyes- lying her to rest he remembered being by her side, he found happiness as the birds carried her away-moms gone to a better place today no more tears no more lonely nights-looking around he seen this was now there fight, they all raged and cried-not this one he had opened up his eyes, to this day there still looking-for him his life was her smile and up he was looking, years have past and came the news-the eldest father was ill and dew, as they asked with remorse-he never bated an eye he never lost changed course, it may sound mean even a bit cold-but you see his dad passed as the story told, only one made him who he is-she rest above with a smile just like his, he has no regret or anger-he didn't know the man who was his father, nothing bad to say nothing good-she was my dad and this I understood.
I met her in 5th grade. After school we played. We were inseparable back then. When we played tag she's always when. She was so much shorter than me. I filled out before she. She was my best friend. She was always my best friend. My dad always hit me. Hers tried to save me. My dad was as drunk as he could be. So to her house I would flee. Then my world came apart. Secrets came out barried in my heart. Then there was the night I tried to take my life. She rushed to my side. She was my best friend. She was always my best friend. Then thru the trial. My body was so easy to defile. I starved and purge Almost until there was no return. I went to a treatment center. She always went to visit there. She was my best friend. She was always my best friend. My sister died. Once again she came to my side. I lost faith and consumed rage. She tried to tell me it was only a stage. I yelled and told her to get away. Later I regret what I had to say. She understood me. She forgave me. She was my best friend. She was always my best friend. Now she has come out of the closet. Her parents see it the way they call it. She says she has always known it. She was tired of hiding it. She was gay. For once I did not know what to say. She has AIDS. Eventually her life will fade. Her parents turned there back. I lived up to our 5th grade pack. She was my best friend. She was always my best friend. She lives her life a different way But I love her anyway. Thru this fight I stay We fight it together day to day. Because She was my best friend. She was always my best friend. Jeanette Hedglin Age 25
I never had a dad I don't know what one is I can only imagine Of what it really means. My mum she cared for me Showed me right from wrong But daddy didn't do that Cos daddy was long gone I used to watch my friends Look at their dads in awe But I never understood Why they did that for. As time went on and I grew up I longed to know the meaning Of a man who's strong and proud The meaning of a dad But that just wasn't meant to be Because daddy doesn't know There's a little girl in the world One he can call his own Though would I really want to Pursue a man so mean A man who deprived his children Of a life they can only dream I can't decide if I should meet This man who is my father I guess only time will tell If things were meant to be But for now I will live With this dream inside my head A dream of a mum and dad Both who are my own. I will not forget That daddy did leave A girl who now only wears Her heart upon her sleeve So thank you mum, for being there even if daddy's away I'm always here to be with you because I know you're here to stay I love you, mum, with all my heart, so please don't leave my side don't turn into daddy, because we all know daddy lied.
Miss Mae, my Dad is a courageous and exciting man, Who finds life a magnificent adventure. But he is also a quiet and humble man Of wholesome and simple pleasures. You'll nod your head thoughtfully when Dad shares his beliefs 'Cause he responded when Jesus said, "Take up my yoke." And occasionally you'll shake your head in disbelief When he forgets the punch line of every single joke. When he's happy, you'll know it by the warmth of his smile And when he's tired, he won't hide it or try to pretend. In a room full of guests, he'll just turn off all the lights And says good night and head off to bed. If you're not one who likes to share chores, I suggest… Run from Dad if he asks you to bring him his bucket. But Mae, if you're ever in need of a proven hero, Run to my Dad arms…I promise, you won't regret it. Here's a perfect example that should speak volumes About the character of the man by your side: He spent 34 years in a profession where he willingly Would risk everything to save another's life. You see he's a man who puts others before himself And will love and protect you through good times and bad. He's my Daddy, my mentor, Papa Tom to my children And he's the best friend that I've ever had. My heart broke for you Dad, into a thousand pieces When we lost Mom on that fateful day. But today my heart sings for you with infinite joy For fate leading you to someone so lovely as Mae. I salute you Dad, for being my hero, A man I have so poorly tried to imitate. And I honor you Mae, for being the woman So richly blessing my Dad's life as his mate. So, now that you're married and starting your journey And have shared your vows and committed your hearts, A Toast: Dad and…Mom, may your worst days together Be better than your best days apart.
You've had this dream from the time you could talk. You wanted to be like your dad and chose the path he walked. I thought you had forgotten and changed your mind.. Oh, but no you only were waiting for the right time. I watched you grow up and I hoped and prayed, I'd never have to say good bye to you one day. How I wish your dad were here. To see you go is too much to bear And now you're going off too... Dear Lord please don't let me lose you too. Please watch over my boy and keep him safe while he's away And bring him back home again one day. He smiles and turns and waves his hand And for that moment ,he's my little boy again. I sit and read his letters over and over again And he ends each one with don't worry mom I'll be home soon, But he doesn't say when. I hold his picture close to me. His father would be so proud of the man he came to be. And so I wait patiently, For that little boy to come home to me.
I was told yesterday That someone else will come and forever stay At first, I was a little confused Because I didn't understand the news A few months later, I looked at my mother And thought to myself, 'what's happening to her?' They tell me I can't do this or that with her We don't have fun together anymore, I wish she'd get better Two more months went by Then she was rushed to the hospital with pain and I wasn't told why My dad put me in the car and drove so fast Finally, we reached the hospital at last My dad ran and he ran and he ran He went to the back while I sat with family members and waited patiently not knowing what's at hand After two days of me and dad being alone She was back home This time with someone else And I realize that it will no longer be me by myself In the house they come with a little baby They bypass me and I thought to myself, 'what about me?' Days have gone by And so many people have come, but passed me by I no longer have fun with my mom and dad So I go in my room to be alone and sad The next day, grandma and grandpa came to see the baby Again, I was bypassed But this time I came out and asked "What about me?" Everyone was taken by surprise I repeated myself and sat there and cried They all came running to comfort me And explained to me about the baby And most of all that they didn't forget about me
come here son iv'e something to say, to keep you right along the way, its about the way that we make love, kind of like, putting on a new glove, come on dad i know what you mean, got the t-shirt been in the scene, what do you mean youve gone all the way, of course i have and i didnt have to pay, when i was young, as young as you, i just about knew how too tie my shoe, we only dreamt of going all the way, the way i looked then i would have had to pay. how old is she and where did you do it, you mucky sod you could have blew it, come on dad iv'e done it before, i did it on your bedroom floor. i dont believe it was in this house, i could hear a bloody mouse, but after all is said and done,thats my boy dont tell your mum,
These are the things i remember the most, My dad kept moving from coast to coast. For a minute i thought he was running from me, in the end i knew it was his destiny. The woman he married, oh how brutal it was, the fear and the damage and oh god the drugs. They say he was the toughest man in this town, did they mean every time he knocked his wife down? I remember the time he shoved a gun in her mouth, shaved off her hair off, told her not to pout. He had a maniacial laugh and possessed fists of rage, his moods swung so far, he was difficult to gauge. Though i 've never seen him get knocked down, he was quick with his anger to throw her on the ground. I recall him saying he'd not want to grow old, well he sure got his wish on that night oh so cold. On that night he did die, when his wish did come true, her empty gun by her side, spilled his blood through and through. She had a need to make my dad bleed, now that he's gone there'll be no promises to keep. She told of the hurt and the pain and of sorrow, what she neglected to tell was of the gun she had borrowed. We'll never truely know what really happened that night, but i can attest to you, it was the fight of all fights. He in a pickup, and she on a horse, it came to an end when he crashed into a house. The authorities took a long look at my dad, and determined by looks alone he was bad . Shaved head and muscles were not their first clue, they were afraid of his canvas, his many tattoo's. What they did'nt know is she was given the gun, by a man she'd soon marry, now their both on the run. If they had all the facts they'd have looked at her twice, and seen her agenda was clearly not nice. This is murder i tell you, though how do i prove it? She put those bullets in him like there was nothing to it. The man who provided the gun on that night? Well he walked away with the prize from that fight. And the one thing that dad sacrificed was his life, from the gun and the bullets that came from his wife. I've grieved his loss every day thirty years now, if i was going to feel better, well would'nt i somehow? (In no way do i condone the abuse my father inflicted upon my step mother nor do condone cheating or murder. I was young (18) and unfortunately looked up to my dad through rose colored glasses. Another of my crosses to bear in life.)
Pretty smiles and big brown eyes And a very special dad of mine Big shoulders for you to lean and cry on Always talking and laughing And lending a helping hand What a precious and loving dad he was Had a heart of gold Enough love for everyone. The soft evening breeze The warm air clusters around you To smell the scent of honeysuckle See the rainbows in the sky Hear the birds sing And smile with joy as he sat around Wondering where was at.
When I were a child, I never imagined who pays for my feed. My fellows sometimes whispered, God feeds to everyone. But always, When my dad comes late night home, He feels tiredness, Mum boils water for him, He takes bath, And changes his clean dress, Before to enjoy a family delicious meal, Mum home cooked that. After Dinner, He prepares his notes, I was strange sometimes, When he changes his glasses, And fill the line columns. I found it later, Why he prepares his note work. He adds all expenditures, And counts figures, When he adds wrongfully, He asked Mum, Bring me a new calculator, 'Tomorrow'. Remember, You bought very light colour and small Numeric, Don't repeat your mistake this time. Also he adds,' we have little shortage this time, And he warns to Mum, About her frugal spending thrift. It will not be sufficient to book holiday, If you didn't control extra pennies, Pennies, why is he always after them? I think. I found many times from the ground, When we walk to shopping in the market. I was always annoyed, 'When he refused to buy my choice'. Sometimes, I complaint, Mum, My friend's dad is very gentle. He always buys new toys and clothes for them, But my dad ! 'We always afraid to go with him for shopping'. I remember,' Mum bought a new dress for him, When we were celebrating his birthday, He also refused not to celebrate him, Why does he do that? I think, He always was a good saver. He spends every penny for me my sister, He was skilled to cut the worry web. Times never remain same, One day came when I was also Dad, It was little hard to run a family on delivery dates, When wages seems always short. Who doesn't like to celebrate happiness? My son got his birthday, Sometimes, hiddenly, I got money from my Mum, I observed,' Dad never speaks a word, Every person is a good manager. I cannot say, A degree of management cannot change domestic nature, Few people are not literate, but they are good responsible, But literates are not always cooperative. Time is a brilliant master, A man learns through when he acrossed himself, I never imagined, how is hard to run a family? Not only family, also our life, In the olden days, I always go to see my dad and Mum, They were near and far, I send a bouquet of flowers to them on their days. They wrote me a lovely card, I still remember their advises, They always care for their children. I failed to distinct, Who was the saviour of my Life?
She runs! The pain has just begun. A little girl trapped in something already done. Why must dad get so mad? She never meant to be bad. He's beaten her to a point of being mute. She's a bottomless root. She's been placed upon a cross as her dad picks and tosses. She's counting her loses. She's only ten a young age for where she's been. She can't win. The hurt is too much when it comes to someone's touch. Can she keep running? She can't stay, But maybe he won't hurt her today. Now she hits her knees to pray.
Some are lucky to never experience the HURTS that I had to endure I never got to be a child I grew older and older after each argument after each tear I grew up nervous I don't know if god did this one purpose But I always felt like I was going to lose something So I held on tight You could cut the tension with a knife It was basic instincts I hoped my mom and dad would stick it out for better or worse Worse I guess took over because before you knew it my dad wasn't living with us anymore Even as a young girl I knew what that was about I had tried so hard to get them to stay To work on their love I was a true daddy's girl so of course I missed him The day my mom forgave him and let him come home I held him even tighter than you'll ever know I think I could feel him slipping away Losing touch changing wave links Even though I tried to cuff him to my hands I will never understand The tighter I held him The quicker god formulated a plan Than I lost him
The television was going but my mind was not in tune. Did you ever have that feeling something was going to happen and you felt it would be soon? Although I didn't know what would happen, somehow I knew it would be today. Something in the back of my mind told me I really needed to pray. Well Lord I started praying, I prayed with all my might. I prayed so hard my shirt was wet, I must have been a sight. But still the feeling just wouldn't turn loose so I prayed a little more. And then I heard the noise of someone at my door. In walked my son and his little man, oh what a sight to see. He looked so pale a standing there, then he grabbed hold of me. He said daddy I just saw something that made my blood run cold. This 18 wheeler and this couple who looked to be quite old. He said dad this old couple cut me off an ran me in the ditch. Dad he said it would have been me had this old couple hadn't made the switch. This 18 wheeler out of nowhere completely wiped them out. Dad that would have been us, there is just not any doubt. It's like they sacrificed themselves for us, I don't know what else to say. They said the driver of the truck, he would probably be okay. They said the old couple was coming from chemo, and their life was nearly spent. But to me they were angels from heaven, that our Savior sent. Thank You Father! This is just a poem but our Lord and Savior does intervene on our behalves many times throughout our life times and we need to thank Him for all those unseen times!
today i got something i never had.i spent this day with my brother and dad .this might not sound odd to all of you.but my dad is someone we never knew.the beer stold him away when we where kids.we always thought it was something we did.he drank more and more everyday.and along with the alcahol came the rage.he seemed to hate us more with time .we where to young to know he was out of his mind.and with this sickness he did not see that he was hurting his family.so we lost something we will never know a fathers love and as most of you know a pat on the back a good job son.praise you for a job well done. i love you son is what we long to here.but we lost all that to a bottle of beer.now you know why this day was so great just the three of us together.and i had a blast this memory i will cherish because finally at last.i know what it fells like having a dad...
He was A man like no other he gave me something I never had a father I fought and screamed I didn't want him I wanted the one who gave me life not the one who wanted my mother as his wife I made his life hard I made him misreble but in the long run he was with us he held on tight threw all the trouble stuck by us even though I was contrite long into the relationship he stayed and Dad he became unconditional love and happiness came from the man that was like no other and on the day of December 12 I held his had as he took his last breath and I said I will love you always DAD !
Whoever thought that a poem could be Composed about the odor of dirty feet Be here goes one so hold your nose Be sure to keep on your pantyhose Invited to a party celebration Many came but all from one nation Gathered in and gathered round One little boy close by my crown Pulled off his shoes But his socks we're blue He began to sniff his feet Like they were very neat Then he began to sniff his shoes Seemed they smelled as good as stew He sniffed and smelled With his face fully meld Seemingly to enjoy the scent And having his parents consent Deeply inhaling both his feet It seemed he would sit a week Finally his dad felt discipline was needed And spoke softly words that pleaded Son put back on your shoes And not only of your choosing But dad I love the way they smell Everyone around quelled Feeling the tension around me rising Needed some saying a tiding I'll bet his mother used Febreze To keep the odor from his feet Now don't you think that's neat To keep the odor from his feet