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THE KNIGHT & THE
LADY
A knight and a lady~ Long, long
ago,
Love for them ~ Never showed,
Stolen moments ~ Shared by
two,
Even their families never knew,
These moments were never
shared,
A lover’s tryst ~ Silence declared,
Conversations were
almost nil,
Silence at night ~ Only bodies feel,
Time was
sparse ~ Truth was known,
The knight would never take his lady
home,
Yet, she held on to all of her dreams,
Knowing her
knight ~ Lived right up stream,
He was always close ~ And always
far,
She believed in her knight and falling stars,
Moments to
minutes ~ Minutes to hours,
Praying her knight ~ Would scale her
tower,
Days to weeks ~ Weeks to years,
Her in and out knight ~
Never saw her tears,
Still she waits ~ Still she
believes,
Still she prays ~ Still she grieves,
The knight and
lady ~ Find their space,
Happiness reigns ~ With God’s
Grace,
The knight and his lady ~ Found time was good,
They
learned to laugh and talk as they should,
Time was for them ~
Became easy and flowed,
Not perfect ~ But together on life’s
road,
The knight and his lady lost looks with age,
Wrinkles
and weight ~ Plagued this stage,
The lady not looking ~ Feeling
secure,
Was truly shocked ~ When her knight left her,
Gone ~
Just gone ~ He never said why,
Yet, he wonders back ~ And asks to
retry,
He wants to wander and rove again,
He wants his lady ~
To take him back in,
Sharing her knight ~ His lady can’t
do,
Because she loves him ~ She bids him
adieu.
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The
Essence Of Stuff
When dreams die ~
Where do they go?
When they are gone ~ Noticing is slow,
Where
is the promise ~ Where is the hope?
Exactly where was the
slippery slope?
With youth came life ~ With life came
dreams,
Each day was exciting ~ For idealistic teens,
First
there was college ~ More parties than not,
The future a plan ~
Education was bought,
Not always learned ~ Until it’s to
late,
College is over ~ And living’s a state,
For those who
studied ~ Made it to class,
Who turned down the beer ~ The lad or
the lass,
Who went on to be ~ Who ever they are,
Did they find
their dream ~ Did they go that far?
Or are they as lost ~ As the
dreamers became?
Who took a wrong road ~ While searching in
vain,
Did they really know ~ Who they wanted to be,
Are they
truly happy ~ With their degree?
How does a teen ~ Whether a lad
or a lass,
Know the roads to take ~ The roads to pass?
Are
they happy with the roads they chose,
Or are they as lost ~ As
the dreamers and prose?
Could one have to much ~ The other not
enough,
Does it really come down ~ To the essence of
stuff?
Dreams were stepping stones ~ Not a path to the
end,
For the student ~ The dreamer ~ Long ago
friends.
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Memorial Poetry vs.
~Me~
Trying to find the
me inside,
Emptiness ~ No tears to cry,
Not much reaches and
grabs hold,
Is my heart made of stone?
~~~
For friends in
pain I can be,
What they seem to need from me,
I know the
words and what to say,
When a friend cries with pain that
stays,
I can hold their hand and not let go,
Walk their road
as silence flows,
I can stay with them day and night,
Or sit
on the phone as they recite,
The horror that has been
bestowed,
The pain they believe ~ That no one knows,
I can
give their pain ~ Unknown words,
Entwined with pictures ~ They
feel heard,
Take these words and pictures too,
Matte and frame
~ Their past in view,
This seems to give some relief,
And yet,
they hold it ~ And cry in grief.
~~~
Where is the me? ~ When I
summon them,
I don’t cry ~ For her or him,
Where is the me? ~
Why don’t I cry?
Am I dead? ~ When did I die?
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A Bow Tie Or A
Gown
History recalls
all types of unjust,
A Declaration written ~ To inspire
trust,
Our forefathers envisioned ~ This land of the free,
To
be pure and honest ~ So, all could believe,
All were invited ~
The homeless and poor,
And a pilgrimage began to the new
world,
The birth of a nation ~ A government formed,
Equality
inferred ~ But, not yet born.
History is happening for all to
see,
In America ~ The land of the free,
Presidential elections
every four years,
Primaries determine whose name will
appear,
The Democrats are split ~ The states are too,
A black
man ~ A woman ~ Made their debut,
One will be nominated
~ One will stand down,
Which will it be ~ A bow tie or a
gown?
History means leaving the past behind,
Implying the
present ~ Is no longer blind,
Remembering the past as the
minorities do,
Understanding ~ If not ~ Believing their
views,
Can a nation come that far,
Understanding a people
marred?
Being blamed for the past and the present too,
Can
America forget and begin anew?
History of women ~ Remembering
when,
“The She’s” ~ As second class citizens,
Men
had all rights ~ Men ruled the day,
Wives and daughters ~ Had no
say,
Women organized ~ Fought for their rights,
Making life
better because of foresight,
Women did win ~ Women could
vote,
America improved ~ A new law was wrote.
History gave
way to progress each day,
As immigrants came and made their own
way,
At first the immigrants made areas their own,
Trying to
mimic their left behind homes,
As each man succeeded ~ Money bred
“Greed”,
Progress met horror ~ As man became steed,
Black men
were striped from family and clothes,
Posed on a block ~
Auctioned and sold.
History isn’t pretty ~ But, it made this
land,
It took years to free the slaves of man,
Women were
chattel ~ Belonging to men,
Never knowing what the future held
for them,
A war ensued freeing the slaves,
And preserving the
states of the day,
A different kind of war set the women
free,
A Reverent Nation was on bended knee.
History has
come full circle this year,
As a black man ~ A woman ~
Discover a new frontier,
The voting is up according to
polls,
And candidates keep stepping on each others toes,
The
rhetoric of what they have to say,
Means little at the end of the
day,
Their race and gender are all that’s new,
And history
will verify ~ This to be true.
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America for
Sale
Lady Liberty beaconed a call,
Come in ~
You’re wanted ~ One and all,
A melting pot ~ It was
said,
America’s Blessed ~ Your futures ahead,
So they came
from all lands,
Working hard was the plan,
The mix was good
for the most part,
America was young and she had
heart,
Neighbors helped neighbors in every way,
And this
worked for many days,
Yet, as America grew and formed,
The
birth of a government ~ Democracy was born,
This too was good
because people had voice,
It empowered a nation by giving them
choice,
Democracy was based on a simple thought,
Majority rule
~ Thus, the voting plot,
This too worked for a century or
two,
Progress vs. Democracy ~ America might loose,
The
neighborly way fell by the wayside,
No one noticed ~ No one
cried,
It happened slowly over time,
American values were on
the decline,
As the government grew identity was lost,
The
people became smaller ~ Less say ~ The cost,
Neighborhoods became
towns and towns became cities,
The people became faceless and
that was a pity,
Searching for a place to belong,
Minorities
formed ~ And became strong,
Minorities now have more than a
say,
There belief’s now rule the day,
Money now is the voice
of the land,
Everyone knows this and understands,
New laws now
say “Majority Rule” isn’t right,
The Tyranny of the Minority
rejects Liberty‘s light,
They came to prosper ~ They came to
live,
Progress demands ~ A changed America instead,
Lobbyist
are bought ~ Officials too,
The “Land of the Free” is no longer
true,
Money begets money and friends are bought,
America for
Sale ~ Plot by plot,
Hollywood now is pushing their views,
The
young listen ~ Not having a clue,
Bands are now doing the
same,
Politicians should be ashamed,
America for sale ~ Could
it be?
America for sale ~ No longer free.
As the flag waves
and the wind plays,
Off in the distance an auctioneer bays,
A
small part of America held up and viewed,
America for sale ~
She’s declined in value,
The Pledge of Allegiance ~ And prayers
to God,
Are no longer allowed on public school sod,
As
foreigners come to America’s shores,
Not as welcomed as they were
before,
They come to America ~ They come to be free,
Yet, they
recreate their homeland’s decree,
Americans also hurt this
land,
By never taking an unwavering stand,
Farmers bring in
aliens to tend their crop,
Buying foreign products has to
stop,
Big business here is owned over there,
And Americans act
as if they don’t care,
Yes, they stomp and they cuss the
news,
But, throwing a fit just won’t do,
Doing without ~
Refusing to buy,
Keep America going ~ Don’t let her die,
The
fore fathers from this beautiful land,
Scream from their graves ~
“Take A Stand,”
They died taking a stand ~ They died in the
belief,
That Liberty was worth death ~ Democracy worth
grief,
Take back the past ~ Take hold of the Now,
Reclaim
America ~ And give Lady Liberty a bow.
"GOD BLESS
AMERICA & KEEP HER SAFE"
Note:
This poem is how
I see our home land changing. One night I was watching Brian
Williams on the
NBC News. He did a news story about: AMERICA FOR
SALE. I could not find his clip. So I did a search and
found the stories in print that Brian was
covering.
1. Foreign
Investors Eyeing American Icons?
2. Abu
Dhabi fund snaps up NY's Chrysler Building
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The White
House
TWO
WEEKS
Two weeks is time enough,
To
clean up what the men messed up,
Time enough to state the
facts,
No wishy-washy ~ This-and-that,
Foreign affairs is such
a mess,
Thank God ~ Our Land Is Blessed,
Helping others is
nice to do,
But it’s not help ~ If they don’t “thank
you”,
Being invited to a war,
Is preferred to blowing down
doors,
With no invite ~ You just don’t go,
Death can wait for
those souls,
Now, on to finding just one man,
Who roams the
mountains in Afghanistan,
It does not take the Army and
Marines,
Hire three good assassins ~ Three unseen,
Pay them
well and trust in truth,
All the while you’re saving our
youth,
Next on the list ~ Is countries that hate,
They make it
well known to the United States,
They burn American Flags for all
to see,
As they rant and rave in effigy,
Not a problem ~ Just
let them be,
Let them hate ~ The Land of the Free,
When their
world is falling apart,
When they cry of pain and broken
hearts,
As death tolls grow and infections set in,
And they
need doctors, nurses and medicine,
As their hunger grows and
their babies die,
Will they miss America during these
times?
You can’t buy friends ~ It’s been said,
Sometimes it
hurts to turn your head,
America has some problems of her
own,
Fixing them would be easier if she stayed home,
There is
hunger right here in the U. S. of A,
There is no reason for this
today,
Lady Liberty also has her sick and hurt,
With no
insurance they just get worse,
This is wrong and it should
cease,
Along with the homeless who live on the streets,
“We
take care of our own” ~ It’s nice to hear,
The simple truth is ~
These words aren’t sincere,
“We feed Americans first” ~ It has to
be,
This should be America’s Decree,
“America the Great” ~ It
was once said,
But that America ~ Is almost dead…
Politicians
who were voted in,
Has torn her apart limb-by-limb,
Spending
here ~ Giving there,
Taking pay raises year after year,
Saying
the Pledge and Prayers too,
Are no longer the things to
do,
The Ten Commandments ~ No longer displayed,
No longer
needed in America today,
The same America where immigrants
flocked,
Where the tired and poor once came and docked,
So,
Lady Liberty has grown with age,
She is no longer the land of
yesterday,
Some have taken issues with the forefather’s
rights,
And now, America has lost her sights.
~~~
Two weeks
with polling booths in place,
This will not be a political
race,
All fifty states will vote the issues,
Majority wins so
don’t be confused,
If the losers can’t live in the land they
chose,
Those are the breaks ~ That’s how it goes,
Hate America
~ She’s gone - Off foreign land,
Remember that when you need a
helping hand,
Bring your war to America’s coast,
And your
homeland ~ Just became toast.
GOD BLESS
AMERICA
Note:
Write me in
November 2008. I figure TWO WEEKS is all it would take
before some
one assassinates me… Oh well, that’s life!
Note:
Write me in November 2008. I
figure TWO WEEKS is all it would take before some one assassinates
me… Oh well, that’s life!
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Network Television ~ The Small
Screen
The big three are
taking hits,
Loosen viewers bit by bit,
Cable is here and here
to stay,
For the big three “sweeps” decay,
TV is changing by
leaps and bounds,
Taboo’s no longer can be found,
Anything
goes ~ Everything’s game,
There are no rules ~ Nothings the
same,
Sex and violence is where it’s at,
The nastier and
meaner is really phat,
Foul language is no longer
bleeped,
What a society sows ~ It will reap,
Bad is good and
good is bad,
Idols and heroes are self serving cads,
Cancer
has reached the world of TV,
Infecting society as progress
proceeds,
Values and morals are on the decline,
As the world
feasts on violence and crime,
Ratings are a networks
blood,
Cable produces a higher octave of sludge,
To stay on
top ~ To make the grade,
Is to hold to lost values that were
made,
Hold on big three ~ Hold on tight,
Don’t go down
without a fight!!!
Note:
Write me in November 2008. I figure TWO
WEEKS is all it would take before some one assassinates me… Oh well,
that’s life!
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Martha’s
Country Roads
“Country Roads
take me home,
To the place where I belong...”
The radio plays
the song,
Martha silently hummed along.
~~~
Camp Cup Cake
did they say?
Martha’s new home is quite ok,
Set in the
mountains a beautiful site,
Her eyes watered at this
invite,
Her days will change from to and fro,
She’ll learn
things she didn’t know,
Martha will meet more common
folk,
She’ll learn to be the butt of jokes,
She’ll no longer
be the boss,
Heavier will be her weighted cross,
Work will
take on a different meaning,
So will the way she does her
cleaning,
Profits won’t come in the form of stocks,
Bonds will
bind her and doors will lock,
Her “good works” are now on
hold,
As her days and nights are both controlled,
By uniformed
guards who patrol this lot,
Women criminals who just got
caught...
~~~
Silently humming those words again,
Missing
her life ~ Remembering when,
“Country Roads take me home,
To
the place where I belong...”
Note: * Inspired by John Denver's Country Roads
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President Ronald Reagan
The
Elite
As a
man and as a President too,
You lived and loved now your life is
through,
Moved on ~ Not finished ~ You’re among peers,
Your
life’s not diminished ~ But you’ve a job here,
You’re one of the
few ~ Among The Elite,
There waiting for you ~ Go take your
seat,
Halls lined with portraits ~ Will now come to
life,
Presidents and patriots ~ All live in the night,
These
men are assembled ~ To guide living hands,
When the world
trembled ~ The Elite took command,
So now, The Elite will live
with you,
You’ll meet George, Abe & John Quincy
too,
J.F.K. and Richard N.
Remember them ~ Your old friends,
Decades will pass ~ Time will fade ~
But time means nothing
in the shade,
You’re needed now in this time and place,
To
join brilliant minds that time can’t erase,
Like your
predecessors when they came,
Doing a job that they once
framed,
There job isn’t over and neither is yours,
The
Presidency is an unending tour,
As part of The Elite their intent
is sincere,
Protecting their country is why you are here,
So
you live in the shadows unknown to mankind,
Serving your Nation
from one step behind,
Keeping her safe by day and by
night,
Securing her from evil’s own plight,
So please remember
as you work in the dark,
Don’t just guide the hands but touch the
hearts.
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"My
Baby Girl" ~ Did I Say
“I’m all grown up” ~ I hear you say,
But I’m taken back to
yesterday,
You were my first ~ “My Baby Girl,”
Believe me ~
You were my world,
Bright blue eyes that twinkled so,
I was
never going to let you go,
I tucked you in every night,
I
kissed and hugged oh so tight,
Time did slowly slip away,
“My
Baby Girl” ~ Did I Say?
School days came ~ It was time,
You
were proud ~ But I cried,
You made friends and learn to
play,
“My Baby Girl” ~ Did I Say?
Junior High was next in
line,
No need to worry ~ You did fine,
Barely a teen and you
were a beauty,
Boy Patrol became my new duty,
But even here
you did okay,
“My Baby Girl” ~ Did I Say?
High School days
came at last,
You grew up much to fast,
Boys with cars ~ My
biggest dread,
Murderous thoughts ran through my
head,
Graduation was now at hand,
The day for which you had
planned,
With pride and tears I did pray,
“My Baby Girl” ~ Did
I Say?
Now, you’ve met your Mr. Right,
You want him to kiss
you goodnight,
You love him and he loves you too,
Your next
step is saying, “I Do,”
This adventure will be for life,
You
my dear will be a wife,
So, if you see your mom cry,
I think
you might know why,
My little girl is slipping away,
“My Baby
Girl” ~ Did I Say?
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Horace Greeley
"Go West Young
Man"
"Go west
young man" someone said,
So folks everywhere began to
tread,
Explorers saw and passed on the news,
Then the pilgrims
went searching too,
Land everywhere so it
seemed,
Beautiful land and air so clean,
Rivers,
lakes and mountains high,
Valleys, plains and beautiful
skies.
"Go
west young man" read the lad,
It was the best idea he ever
had,
A wagon train was going that way,
He was
going west, leaving today,
The lad grew from a boy to a
man,
He became a cowboy in this land,
He rode
horses and wrangled cows,
He slept outside on the
ground.
"Go west
young man" was the quote,
Men flocked just carrying their
tote,
They were running to their dreams,
Finding a
fortune in gold it seems,
Back breaking work all for
gold,
Many men died mining their hold,
Men, men
and more men came,
Few found fortune ~ Few found
fame.
"Go
west young man" is in the past,
This land filled up
relatively fast,
Explorers, pilgrims and cowboys too,
In
history books with stories to view,
If they could see this
land of their's,
If they could once more breath the air,
Would
they wonder what went wrong,
To their land and beautiful
homes?
"Go west
young man," someone's words,
Who ever said them ~ He
was heard,
The pilgrims have long since past,
And the gold
rush didn't last,
The cowboys ~ There's still a
few,
That era is almost through,
Slaves were freed and women
vote,
"Go west young man" a biased quote.
"Go west
young man", century's fade,
Progress ensued ~ To this land's
dismay
Land no where so it seems,
No more beautiful lakes and
streams,
Mountains high have been invaded too,
No where is
sacred ~ No place immune,
The forests depleted ~ The
sky is polluted,
The wildlife has been pillaged and
looted.
"Go west
young man" is heard again,
But the west is burning will it
end?
Fires ~ Fires ~ Human mistakes,
The west is burning
in their wake,
Earth quakes also plague the west,
Destroying
all in it's quest,
Yet, this journey is as it began,
Calling
out, "Go West Young Man."
"Go West
Young Man" A quote coined by Horace
Greeley
Horace
Greeley
1811 -
1872
Note:
Picture was found
on http://www.spartacus.schoolnet.co.uk/USAgreeley.htm
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Columbine
"DAY-IN~HELL"
NEWS
FLASH!!! NEWS BREAK!!!
The picture cuts to a school
forsaked,
Shots were fired the sounds rang out,
Horriffic acts
and death about,
Terror scrambled through the air,
The scent
of blood everywhere,
Running, pushing, falling too,
Where to
run ~ What to do?
The police arrive and then the
news,
Terrorized parents descends in broods,
The gathering
crowd silently pray,
That their loved ones didn't die
today,
As families find and grab hold so hard,
Other families
are being cut by shards,
As the smoke settles so does the
fray,
Two more children died today,
Children killing children
is new of late,
A ticking bomb ignited by hate,
Usually
brought on by ill words and deeds,
Worse when others pretend they
don't see,
Snobs and bullies play their games,
Believing
they're funny ~ Never ashamed,
Words and deeds do take a
toll,
Little by little it destroys a soul,
Hate begets hate
which takes a life,
Leaving others behind learning to cry,
All
lives touched and changed for good,
Depression seeking it's own
box wood,
Darkness has fell all through this town,
As earth
covers two more burial mounds,
A journey now starts although
not seen,
Each step a nightmare of sleepless
scenes.
Not asleep,
not awake, just barely alive,
How are these families supposed to
survive?
Moms and dads who can't even speak,
Brothers and
sisters who cry in their sleep,
Friends who relive those minutes
of horror,
Stripped of their pals ~ Robbed of
tomorrow,
Living and laughing now play in their
minds,
Rewinding and playing it one more time,
Hearing voices
that are no longer,
Makes their loss so much stronger,
The
walking wounded hide their pain,
A few are close to meeting
"insane",
The mind is fragile and the young are frail,
Will
they survive their "Day-in-Hell"?
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LITTLE
JACK
A long time
ago away, way back,
There was a little boy named Jack,
He had
bare feet and a freckled face,
He loved his dog and his fishin
place,
Jack loved his summer care free times,
And he
dreaded those school bell chimes,
School was held in a single
room,
All grades taught from eight till noon,
Then time for
lunch ~ Each had a sack,
And finally recess for little
Jack,
Playtime comes but once a day,
In a one room school to
Jack's dismay,
Reading, Writing and Arithmetic,
The teacher is
tough and very strict,
Each child has a writing slate,
To do
their lessons ~ Then sit and wait,
For the teacher
to work with their grade,
They had better be done or
they would pay,
For if they acted up in class,
They
would get their knuckles wrapped,
But days in a one room
school,
Were often hot or very cool,
There were no fans or
central heat,
No easy way to retreat,
Like Jack most had a
long walk home,
To finish lessons and chores alone,
Little
Jack missed his summer days,
But as he grew so did his
ways,
So Thanks to the teacher and one room school,
Jack grew
up to be no fool,
He learned to listen ~ He learned to
be,
The Best Little Jack ~ That Jack could
be.
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A
Stuffed World
A white
gorilla named Naykimsue,
A red and white kangaroo,
Raggedy Ann
has her rocking chair,
And Raggedy Andy sits with her
there.
The white poodle guards the TV,
Brown baby
gorilla longs for a tree,
Pink elephant - Mrs. Clark thinks
and plots,
Blue mouse on her trunk is never
caught.
Shaggy cream dog is nick-named Creature,
Cookie
Monster too is a main feature,
All colored dog his name is
Ted,
Then there's the animals on the bed...
There's
Duffels and baby their attached,
Also, the chipmunks are
quite a match,
Then there's Gloria the baby seal,
Not to
forget, the teddy-bear, Buddy Bill.
That only leaves one
more to explain,
He's everything but normal or sane,
His
colors are brilliant ~ He is not dull,
And his friends just
call him Purple Bull.
There are eighteen here you've
been told about,
Oh there's one missing ~ But
don't pout,
He'll make it, He's coming, He's slow you see,
Of
course, it's the slow moving turtle,
fiddle-le-de...
Note:
Picture of stuffed gorilla came from the site: This Place is a
Zoo
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An
Invisible Voice
A solitary
voice in the back of his mind,
Searching and longing for
something to find,
A yearning so great, so deep and so
wide,
It was hard to acknowledge but harder to hide,
Sitting
alone in his living room place,
Wishing this voice at least
had a face,
He went to the kitchen for wine and a
glass,
Turned on the music and hoped it would pass,
Switched
out the lights and sat on his couch,
He was now ready to
drown the voice out,
But the voice got louder with each passing
note,
To the sink with the wine and away it did
float,
Switched off the music and turned on the light,
To the
staircase he went in a downward flight,
He threw the
door open and slammed the door loud,
And now the world was there
crowd,
He sat on the porch as calm as could be,
If the
voice were there he could not see,
Had he beaten the
voice at its game?
Or was It a plot ~ Was It a
frame?
Could it be sitting here by his side,
Waiting
so calmly for it's time to bide?
Ready to strike
when he'd least expect,
Enjoyment In knowing it
did not reflect.
Was this a plan or did he win,
Or,
are they going to play again?
How do you fight an invisible
voice,
What weapons to use ~ Is there a
choice?
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K.P.
Big brown eyes and a little round
face,
A beautiful smile that radiates
grace,
Long dark hair down her
back,
She lives in a world under
attack,
No bombs or guns are in her
world,
Only words are being
hurled.
Her mom and dad argue and
fight,
So she cries on these
nights,
She don't understand what she
hears,
But the fighting instills
fear,
Then she gets a belly
ache,
How much more can a little girl
take?
God bless
this baby with the big brown eyes,
Hold
her close when she cries,
Protect her from the hurt
she knows,
Give her strength and wisdom as she
grows,
Hold her hand all through her
days,
Let her keep her childhood
ways,
Give her peace in her family
ties,
Take away her questions
"why",
Please stay with her and hold her
hand,
Because her world is a scary
land,
Help her family to find
away,
To save their family from
decay,
~ A mom ~ A dad
~ A little girl ~
Let happiness rein in their
world.
Amen
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My
Dearest Tiffany,
I wish I
knew exactly when,
So, I could change the past again,
Change
you back to my little girl,
And live again in our sacred
world,
This time I'd cherish everyday,
Everything that has
slipped away,
I'd hold your hand and cuddle you close,
I'd
tickle your belly and get your nose,
We'd play SORRY forever and
never sleep,
Because this time you'd be mine for keeps,
We'd
play basketball just like before,
But this time we'd play
more,
Forget gymnastics and pre-school too,
To much structure
for my little you,
I wish that I had understood,
How I'd miss
this world ~ That I would,
But everyday you grew some
more,
Now you're the young lady that I adore,
Here it is your
senior year,
And I'm the one shedding tears,
You're all happy
and smiles as it should be,
But Gorgeous it hard to set you
free,
It's breaking my heart to let you go,
So please Sweet
Heart, walk real slow.
I Love
you,
Mom
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Dear Jesus,
{Again}
I
My daughter is raised and moving on,
Towards
I hope a brighter dawn,
My main concern is for her life,
Only
You can walk by her side,
Only You can hold her hand,
Only You
can understand,
I worry so much about her still,
My little
girl is grown but free willed,
She doesn’t think before she
speaks,
She prefers riotous to being meek,
She will follow a
friendly foe,
Never knowing when to let go,
Her heart is
broken more than not,
Searching for friends in the wrong
spots,
She doesn’t realize they’re not friends,
Until troubles
found in the end,
I’m asking You to hold her tight,
Wrap her
in love and show her light,
Only You can see her soul,
I’m her
mom ~ Please don’t let go,
She needs You to lead the way,
To
hold her hand everyday,
You gave her to me a short time ago,
I
made mistakes as You know,
Since she’s no longer a little
girl,
Only You can guide her world.
II
Now, You have
blessed her with a son,
Life’s full circle has begun,
Teach
her to hold with gentle hands,
To play and love all that she
can,
Guide her heart ~ Set her feet,
Remind her ~ That someday
You’ll meet,
Help her to know her baby’s soul,
And to realize
that babies don’t know,
They know nothing until they are
taught,
It sounds simple but it’s not,
A single mother
sometimes forgets,
Anger flairs ~ Then regrets,
Let her see
and understand,
That her words and deeds ~ Will make him a
man.
III
Finally, You have sent my
boy,
He is my heart and my joy,
Being a grandma ~ I never
wanted to be,
So, I’ve settled for being a G,
Let me say ~ My
life is great,
This little boy was worth the wait,
Love
sparkles in his little eyes,
Giggles radiate for no reasons
why,
Hugs and kisses are always free,
The way love is meant to
be.
Thank You Jesus ~ For this special soul,
My little
feller ~ Is a blessing ~ I
know.
Amen
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From The
Inside Looking Back
From the
inside looking back,
Hearing news of more attacks,
Seeing
pictures of children dead,
Seeing blood that's so deep
red,
News reels catch the ending scenes,
Chaos flowing into
the streets,
Children running from fear inside,
Seeking refuge
as tears slide.
From the
inside looking back,
Understanding some attacks,
Memories flit
before my eyes,
My ears hear my distant cries,
The hurt still
lingers as I hear,
Taunts from my friendless peers,
"X's"
marked their hands and arms,
"Shields" from me ~ Was their
charm,
Everyday they marked their skin,
Everyday I hated
them,
Called nick-names with a laugh,
I hated school for all
of that,
After years of this abuse,
Fighting back I wouldn't
loose.
From the
inside looking back,
I dreamed and planed my attacks,
My mind
could picture vivid scenes,
Sometimes murder was the scheme,
I
just wanted to fit in,
So, I dreamed of killing him,
Just one
boy ~ I would kill,
So, the taunts would finally
still,
He was a bully in every way,
He started everything
everyday,
If I could make him disappear,
Maybe my world could
find cheer,
If he no longer came to school,
The other kids
wouldn't be so cruel.
From
the inside looking back,
I never enacted my planed
attacks,
Violence wasn't accepted back then,
As it
is now, in this world we live in,
Mayhem and murder went
left undone,
So, these parents still have a son,
I
understand the pain of a child,
Hurt turns to desperation
after a while,
The boy is lucky and so am I,
He
because, he didn't die,
I because, he made me
strong,
Heaven knows ~ He was wrong.
From
the inside looking back,
Know there are children under
attack,
Know there are children that will wind up
dead,
Laying in their own blood that's sticky and
red,
School cameras now will catch these
scenes,
But chaos will still enter their
dreams,
This is what happens when evil resides,
When
Good meets Evil ~ And Worlds Collide.
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DAILY
LIVING POEMS
“GGP”
As a man he
stands with pride,
His values held deep inside,
He always
walks his own path,
His mind is free of mental wrath,
He loves
his wife with all his heart,
He has this down to an art,
A
family man ~ Is his pleasure,
He thinks of them ~ As his
treasure,
As a father he tries to guide,
With his moral
compass deep inside,
He’s always there to lend a hand,
To help
his children learn to stand,
As a grandfather he likes to
play,
He tells stories in his own way,
Stories that teach and
end with a sigh,
Stories with wisdom that money can’t
buy,
With his grandkids ~ The world he gives,
So, they can
learn ~ And really live,
Now, a great grandpa ~ A “GGP”,
And
silly faces ~ For the baby to see,
This great grandchild is a
lucky boy,
Because his “GGP” is a wonderful toy,
He leads by
faith ~ He just believes,
In a God that no one sees,
Trust and
faith go hand in hand,
Thus, his world is unplanned,
Wisdom
is held by very few,
It is his gift ~ Thankfully
true.
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My Cole
Boy
My
Darling Cole
My Little Feller ~ My Cole
Boy,
You are a blessing and a joy,
You are a wonder and heaven
sent,
God gave you with much intent,
He entrusted you ~ To all
of us,
To help you grow and to trust,
To show you paths and
crossroads,
To give you strength for heavy loads,
He laid you
in your Mothers hands,
So she can help you become a man,
You
are her love ~ You are her heart,
This my dear is how it
starts,
But He also gave you to me,
A gift of Love ~ For this
“G”,
As I hold you and watch you sleep,
I can hardly believe
you’re ours to keep,
Each day you grow ~ Each day you
change,
Life will lead you down many lanes,
As you wonder ~
And darkness falls,
You will hear your “GG” call,
From her
you’ll learn inner trust,
She’ll walk with you from dark to
dusk,
She’ll hold your hand and make you smile,
As she speaks
of family all the while,
She’ll give you your past by the stories
she tells,
Listen my Dear ~ Learn them well,
You have your
Great Grandpa’s name,
He’s a man of Honor ~ A man with no
shame,
He’ll teach you things that you must know,
Helping to
shape you as you grow,
He’ll teach you to walk strait and
tall,
He’ll give you Pride through it all,
You’ll have to
learn to walk with Faith,
For God has blessed you with His
Grace,
God gave you life ~ God gave you Soul,
Keep love in
your heart ~ My Darling Cole.
I love
you,
“G”
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Abandoned...
Abandoned...
Where did You go?
I
need direction,
Your answers are slow.
Floating in a
haze,
Inside my mind,
My thoughts don’t gel
My words are
blind...
Abandoned...
Where might You be?
I’m waiting
for You,
To help find me.
Lost inside,
My own
being,
Searching for You,
Hear my
pleading???
Abandoned...
Shut out...
And in,
What
did I do?
What was my sin?
Lost...
Unto myself,
Caught
in this haze,
Please show
Thyself...
Abandoned...
Restore my soul,
Give back my
heart,
Erase the haze,
Lift the dark.
Let me
speak...
With pad and pen,
Give back my words,
Erase my
sin.
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I
Want You To Cry
I want you
to cry,
Shed real tears,
When the world is awry,
And
steeped in fear.
I want you to cry,
As you hear a sad
story,
Don’t stifle a sigh,
Don’t give in to the
gory.
I want you to cry,
For an animals pain,
Feel the
hurt inside,
Have no words to explain.
I want you to
cry,
For the hungry and poor,
Don’t turn aside,
For the
exiting door.
I want you to cry,
As you watch the
news,
As a young man dies,
Shed a tear or two.
I want
you to cry,
For the child that is taken,
For the unsung
lulla-bye,
For a world that’s forsaken.
I want you to
cry,
For innocence lost,
For yesterday’s lies,
For
tomorrow’s cost.
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*President Ronald Reagan suffered & died with
Alzheimiers.
Alzheimer’s
Vital
people once living rich lives,
Wake up one day locked
inside,
From babes to teens to adulthood,
To older and slower
~ Regressing childhood,
The body is fragile as is the
mind,
Making the elderly even more confined,
Gradually, losing
parts of themselves,
Stored up memories laid on
shelves,
Tension and fear invades their thoughts,
As they try
to remember ~ All for naught,
Family members try to ease their
fears,
As memories fade ~ All shedding tears,
They sense the
darkness that goes unseen,
Pulling them deeper into a murky
tureen,
Condemned and imprisoned is the soul,
Where
Alzheimer’s lives ~ No ones consoled.
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Fear
Fear runs
through all veins,
Turning the
normal to insane,
It debuts
in different forms,
Nothing now
resembles norm,
Abusiveness
rears it’s head,
Suicidals
seeking death,
Arguments
now insue,
Fear reins
in all venues,
Crying eyes
swollen and red,
Quietness
also is to dread,
Lost in
fear in plain sight
Searching
for that ray of light,
Searching -
searching - searching still,
Trying to
find and know God’s Will,
Looking
around and watching all,
Wondering
if it’s worth it all,
Lost to all
~ Even ones self ~
Has this
soul been laid to shelf?
Has this
life been lived for naught,
Has this
soul been eternally caught?
Injured
just by watching the days,
Wounded
mentally ~ Felling decayed ~
Life is
lived by others it seems,
While this
soul is caught in a world of dreams.
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Hello ~
Goodnight
Hello Time,
Hello
Age,
Hello Death,
Hello Rage.
Time was Then,
Age is
now,
Death is always,
Rage Renowned.
Time is
now,
Age was then,
Death is always,
Rage is
sin.
Time way back,
Age was young,
Death is
always,
Rage cursed by tongues.
Time is old,
Age is
wise,
Death is always,
Rage subsides.
Goodnight
Time.
Goodnight Age.
Goodnight Death.
Be gone
Rage.
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WELCOMELESS
WELCOME
Nightless
nights,
Dayless days,
Nothingness sights,
Grayless
grays,
Living are dead,
Dead don’t die,
Hell is a
head,
Anguish cries,
Fog rolls in,
Covers the
earth,
Satan grins,
Malicious mirth,
Breathless
breaths,
Heat does rise,
Smell of death,
Bodies
fry,
Agony unending,
Shadowed laughter,
Death
descending,
Hell ever after.
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A
VERDICT FOR DREAMERS
A dreamer
of dreams,
Which can never be,
Being lost in a world,
That
can't be believed,
Hopelessly wondering,
Through the paths of
a mind,
Searching and groping,
For dreams that are
blind,
Daring to live,
Where life was exiled,
A sentence
delivered
Passed on and then filed.
Rejected and
forgotten,
Are the punished few,
They search for the
words,
That paint the world anew.
An artist of dreams,
With
glorified words,
Give notice to all,
Yes, even the
birds.
Whether prose or poet,
Or colors of a brush,
A
dreamer of dreams,
Composers all of us.
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HOLIDAY
POEMS
Josiah David
Cole ~ 2007
Christmas
Eve
As the world sleeps ~ A slow wind
blows,
Time is always and never slows,
Stars do twinkle and
clouds roll by,
Sight is endless ~ Just like the sky,
Sound is
muffled ~ As if it knows,
That life at night slumber flows,
A
slower pace for life exists,
As darkness covers with its
mist,
As the world sleeps on this night,
A jolly old man
begins his flight,
His sleigh is silent ~ As it must be,
For
him to work from ocean to sea,
No engine is made for his
sleigh,
Time is of essence ~ No time for delays,
As the story
goes ~ And it is true,
Eight reindeers are still his
crew,
They pull his sleigh ~ To fast to see,
No time for
mistakes ~ Children believe,
So, on this night he still comes
out,
For the children who have no doubt,
The sleigh is full ~
As is his bag,
Toys to deliver under all nations
flags,
Children are children all over the world,
This night
belongs to all boys and girls,
So, the jolly old man, reindeer
and sleigh,
Will be back home by the break of day,
As children
awake and begin to squeal,
It’s hard to deny ~ That Santa is
real.
MERRY
CHRISTMAS
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A Christmas
Life
God was alone when He
made the earth,
So, He made Him a Son by virtue of birth,
A
Godly Father ~ A virgin mom,
The world witnessed a dawning
dawn,
A child is born ~ The earth becomes,
A better place
because of His Son,
His life is praised with His birth,
He was
sent to live and die on earth,
Born to grow and live as
man,
To walk with purpose across the land,
To talk with all of
His Fathers news,
Explain all of the don’ts and do’s,
He is
the Son of all the world,
The Big Brother to all boys and
girls,
He was sent to be with man,
To help him learn and
understand,
He is the world’s pride and joy,
He is His
Father’s only boy,
He is the light ~ He is the way,
He is the
reason the world still prays,
Known as Jehovah, The Messiah and
King,
Immanuel and Lord ~ All titles that ring,
Decades have
turned into centuries past,
Yet, His life and times have not been
surpassed,
So, the world still worships His Holy Day,
By
giving to others ~ As His life portrayed,
He was Born ~ He Lived
~ And He Died,
God Blessed the world till the end of
time...
~~~
Christmas is a gift to all mankind,
It can’t be
purchased ~ It can’t be mined,
It’s in the soul of all who
seek,
Listen lightly ~ It does speak,
It is He and He is
It,
From Christmas Birth to Christmas Spirit.
Merry
Christmas
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Happy Mothers Day ~
Again
Here I sit with you in mind,
Memories
surface and most are kind,
I can picture the old red
brick,
The hog and puppy incident,
Painting the hallway in pin
stripes.
And J. F. K. the day he died.
I remember bats in
our tree,
And the way you played with me,
Remember when I fell
on that can,
Out running that bus with me in hand?
We lived on
Main Street for a while,
You worked two jobs but always
smiled,
You gave us quarters for the five and dime,
We bought
turtles everytime...
Their aquarium was our commode,
It was
the perfect abode.
I still hear you singing like you were a
star,
In my eyes you were and you still are,
Doris Day's song
was my favorite you see,
"Que Sera, Sera (Whatever will be will
be.)"
Halloween was a scream because of you,
T & T was
great when Phyllis Diller came too,
The white kitten that was
kidnapped,
But you went and fetched him back,
Our trips to
Lexington were all about me,
Only thing better was the `talking
tree,'
On times I stayed I knew you were sad,
But even there
fun times were had,
You came to visit every weekend,
You've
always been my very best friend,
I grew stronger when becoming a
teen,
With your backbone seeping into me,
Those times were fun
and they were not few,
Remember `The Exorcist' and your new
brood?
Africa was an adventure worth taking,
Thank you for
giving and never regretting,
Soul could be found in this
beautiful place,
Along with the animals came a quiet
grace,
Now I'm grown and with a daughter too,
And I realize
how much I owe you,
For without you I would not be,
Thank you
mom for having me.
Thank you for being my mother,
And thank
you for my two brothers.
So mom, I guess what t'mtryingto
say,
Is I hope you feel loved this Mother's Day.
You gave me
strength and you gave me laughter,
You also gave me "Happy Ever
After."
You gave me love and you gave me hope,
You taught me
`How to learn to Cope.'
You gave me pride and you gave me
truth,
And you never asked for an "I. 0. U."
Thank you mom for
all that you've given me,
All that you are, all that I am and for
all the Memories.
I
Love You & Happy Mother's Day
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Fathers
Day
Dear David &
Granddad,
Today is Fathers Day,
There are things ~ We
should say,
Thank You for being there,
Quietly showing that
you care,
Always lending us a hand,
Trying your best to
understand,
Paying the bills when we were broke,
Saying
nothing and almost choked,
For family trips with
grandkids,
They loved everything that you did,
For taking the
time to explain,
The “whys and whens” with no disdain,
You’ve
left your mark on our hearts,
You’ve enhanced our lives from the
start,
Even when we were wrong,
You always tried to get
along,
I am sorry for my ways,
Especially in my younger
days,
Thank you for forgetting all,
For picking us up when we
fall,
Thank you seems to little to say,
But know that you’re
loved this Fathers Day!
***HAPPY FATHERS
DAY***
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VALENTINE'S
DAY
Candy, flowers and balloons filled with
love,
Smiles and kisses for more than just some,
Hearts that
are lite and minds that are high,
An air of excitement that
fills the sky,
Arm in arm and hand in hand,
Long walks
are walked and plans are planed,
Dreams become sketches
~ Sketches become art,
And visions are born from with in the
heart.
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THE
AMERICAN WAY
Over two
hundreds years have passed us by,
This nation has stood under
pressures high,
She holds her head high and stands with a
smile,
America has proved that she has
style.
She has fed
many a land that had nothing to eat,
Housed many a refugee who
slept in streets,
She is the home of many and houses many
cultures,
Her friend is the eagle ~ Her enemies the
vultures.
America has
give us our God, our Flag, and our Bird,
A Democratic System for
which our voices are heard,
The choice is ours - whether or not
to agree and believe,
All of this is ours - because America is
free.
Stand
Up...
For the Red, White, and Blue,
For the free and the true.
Stand Up...
For the
Red, White, and Blue,
A home for me and for
you.
HAPPY 4th OF JULY
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*THANKSGIVING*
Thanksgiving comes but once a
year,
Families unite from far and near,
Everyone gathers like
years before,
All are welcome ~ All and more,
The turkey
is baking as did the pies,
The aroma brings in little
spies,
Wanting handouts and sneaking bites,
Thanksgiving gives
us wonderful sights,
The house is loud with stories
retold,
Laughing and joking a sight to behold,
Pushing,
shoving and playing around,
This is how Thanksgiving
sounds,
The kids set the table and find their seat,
It's
almost time for the Thanksgiving feast,
First and fore most
~ It's time to give Thanks,
To He the Almighty ~ To He
who outranks,
From Indians and Pilgrims ~ Thanksgivings
bestowed,
A holiday passed down ~ That feeds the
soul.
*HAPPY THANKSGIVING*
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SAY A PRAYER FOR
PEACE
From shore to shore and isle to
isle,
Like those before who've walked 10,000 miles,
From
prehistoric to tomorrow's moon,
From windless days to violent
monsoons,
From here to there to in between,
Generations past
have foreseen,
They tell of famine and of death,
They've seen
wars and what was left,
They talk of terror to mankind,
They
say they've seen "The End of Time,"
Not just one, two or three
have seen,
Each generation has had its dreams,
As time does
pass and events unfold,
Age is old and wisdom unbestowed,
So,
our world grows older and wiser not,
Where seeking Peace
~ Is a Christmas plot,
Loving one's neighbors as one's
self,
Has for now been laid to shelf,
So, this Christmas when
your family is near,
When your world is right and all is
clear,
As church bells ring and beckon to all,
As hearts
overflow while answering His call,
As you sit next to someone you
don't know,
Just take hold of his hand and tell him
"hello",
Most of our seerers have seen clear,
With this in
mind ~ We should know fear,
So, go to your Church, Synagogue
or Temple,
Say a Prayer for Peace ~ It's really that
simple.
MERRY CHRISTMAS
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Josiah David
Cole ~ 2006
CHRISTMAS TIME
Christmas is a time of Faith,
A time
for Love, Joy and Grace,
A time of Hope ~ A time of
Prayer,
Christmas is a time to Care.
"Tis the season to be
jolly,"
To kiss beneath the Christmas holly,
A time for girls
and for boys,
To play with new Christmas toys.
A season full
of words ands song,
Carolers stroll and sing along,
Preachers
preach words of past,
The Christmas Story and its cast.
If you
listen you will find,
That your life has been defined,
By the
birth of that child who lay,
In a manger on that day.
If
you're still you will hear,
The importance of that year,
Of
how this child grew into man,
And how He still holds your
hand.
So, Christmas is not just a season,
It's a lifestyle
with rhyme and reason,
It's the way you touch a friend,
It's
the way you smile and grin,
It's the stories that you tell,
So
find your character and play him well,
But, play each day as if
your last,
Give you Heart to your cast.
Even after Christmas
Day,
Be generous in all your ways,
Maybe someday you will
find,
That you lived in "Christmas
Time".
***MERRY CHRISTMAS***
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Josiah David Cole ~ 2005
THE SPIRIT OF
CHRISTMAS
Christmas is loving, giving and
being,
Tis the white snow flakes meant for skiing,
Tis the
spirit of happiness and life to enjoy,
The season of Santa Claus
and all of his toys.
Where the reason for giving is
certainly in style,
Where questions aren't posed and "Thank yous"
are smiles,
It is the time of the year when emotions are
free,
You can say what you feel and what you hear
believe.
A season without questions, without
answers, without words,
A time to remember the Bible Stories that
you heard,
Remember Joseph, Mary and the Baby in the
Manger,
Even the He was known ~ He was never a
stranger.
The sky was lit up and how the stars did
shine,
And the Three Wise Men were in search of some
sign,
With help from the Heavens ~ They found this
place,
They found the baby Jesus ~ And the world found
Grace.
*****MERRY
CHRISTMAS*****
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Prayer
Here our
prayer of Thanks Dear Lord,
For this
food to make us strong,
For thy
care to make us good,
For thy
love to bring us joy,
In thy
name we pray.
Amen
Author - Dr. Isaac K.
Beckes
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He said, let there be words... And behold,
Poetry was born.
  
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