Browning
Childhood memories, memories of my two brothers Michael and Thomas RIP, Love you always,
My life as a young girl
I'm forever grateful.
Childhood Memories
How easily we forget those days when we are now surrounded by so much technology our kids think a phone is fun.
Every choice you make your destiny frfr
Worst day of my life pretty much my thoughts that day I told my bro I would be there for him always and I have up until few months ago clothed and fed him after I got outta foster care I took him in got custody of him. We just need to think our choices through sometimes something’s there to be there and you miss it I was a kid I just thought my grandma left our house or something and I wanted to smoke.. if I never smoked maybe I would not have saw what I did my bro too it he doesn’t remember luckily. If I get enough likes I may write one about my time as a state ward of Michigan nightmare that truly didn’t end till I was 31 you would think it would have ended at 17 but nope state only gave me 2 pieces of identification I needed 3 and one of ‘em they would not accept so I had no way to prove who I was I contacted state they said they gave me everything they had so I was just stuck no way prove who I was till I got pulled over in my car I bought then they give me one to suspend it ha I then made the choice to drive more and more and gave up trying to prove I am me to sec of state f*ck Michigan man I went through hell because of law changes on terrorism and lazy workers in and outta jail dwls fines repos made me feel like a criminal so I became one for awhile sold dope weed acid pills lied stole I was a bad dude all because the state didn’t give ‘em enough ids joke man luckily I had cash paid for apartment for 6 mo no identification needed Benjamin Franklin vouched for me ??
My Old Friend
A little nostalgia for the girl next door.
Treasures Of The Mind
This scenario shows two sides of a child’s vision of the future world of tomorrow.
Treasures Of The Mind
This scenario shows two sides of a child’s vision of the future world of tomorrow.
Nobby
This is a true account of my brother's homicide in 1990 I have performed this poem for performance poetry In Donegal, Tyrone and Fermanagh and it has touched many peoples hearts.
The Child
It was the first time i had seen through the eyes of a child.
When I left home
1965-6 or thereabouts - Jack Kerouac era
Little Black Sambo
Childhood memories of Little Black Sambo and the tigers, anyone else read that stuff before it was deemed inappropriate? I liked it, never really clicked it was about an Indian child..
My eyes are brown not blue
I think I was in 7th grade when I wrote this poem. I always wanted to have blue eyes I always thought they were so pretty. But I knew I was beautiful inside even with my brown eyes.
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Christmas
christmas
Paperboys day
Memories of Youth
Geraldine
I remember, when I was about five, being bullied, I remember, Geraldine, like a saviour, came to save me, I was about five, she was only about eight,, but she was like a super hero to me, that was my sister, I love her,, I know I dont tell her, but ,
June 2018
Not so good at punctuation just saying how if we are open in our hearts like a flower opens to the sun it's like our mind can enter that portal back in time and be there again in memory .then here in the present nature continues on regardless.. we are just observers in the greater scheme of things if we allow ourselves eyes and heart open to receive vision of times past and ever present in the natural world around us.
Embryo
Into this void Off liquid one so small From tiny dot One thus grow Two limbs Four limbs now grow One choirs emotion Motions the head one floats one drwells in the void of liquid life ones tail does follow as one swims about sound from outsi
The house
1940-1962 and life then; none of the categories are suitable really
Birds that never flew
simple elegy for the ones we left behind
Blue sky blue water
Just a story from the past. Significant in one one sense and nothing in another.
Why do you read my poems
Are you a vouyer to my past To read my words From my lifes journey On my journey of life's toil To find my hidden sole my life You read with such glee To find that hint of me My past my present My future not told I create these wor
The Covid Child.
It must be very difficult for children to make sense of Covid.
In Search of Jack Frost
As a child I looked for Jack Frost with my parents so this is in Christmas remembrance.
Resented
it is as it says; I recall the reluctant reading, and JFK was to die shortly thereafter - no connection!
Hundred year old horse
start of a novel if I had the energy
Intimations of Immortality.
Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, Of glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find, Strenght in what remain behind.
Sun Days
A splash of rain on the window pane I'm lying here thinking of you again Sunday drives in our old Renault 5 Driving aimlessly around the countryside Stopping for a walk, me lagging behind The scent of honeysuckle in the air We'd pick fuschia
To A Child Dancing In The Wind
I was thumbing through an anthology of W B Yeats' poems and I warmed to this one which I thought I would share. I follow the innocence of youth theme but cant interpret the piece about the labourer, perhaps you can unlock it for me. Anyway timely poem..
Rivers of Life.
On Face Book I saw a photo of a huge ship travelling along the Thames.....everything changes...or does it.
NOBBY
This is a true account of my brother's homicide in 1990 I have performed this poem for performance poetry In Donegal, Tyrone and Fermanagh and it has touched many peoples hearts
The Tree
Keeps happening This thing called change
Bittersweet
A few thoughts....Happy Thanksgiving.
Mom didn't die today
This was a day in my life when I was about 10 years old.
Wishing and Hoping
When we are born, we don't have a choice. Our parents will love us, we listen to the voice. As we grow older, we then start to wish, toys,nice food,nice home and love. We go to school, at first,it's not nice. If the building is old, we mi
90's Songs
I do karaoke every Thursday night unless there is a Packers game, Thanksgiving, or bad weather. The DJ said he was having a 90's costume party with 100 dollars for best dressed of a famous person from that decade. I picked out my favorite song from each year. Needless to say it has been thin pickings since the 2000's have come about.
CHILDREN.....
my week helping in a school holiday project.... a puppet show taught with a Kiwi theme.....
DEAR DIARY
I remembered my first diary and how I felt keeping this precious book.
From Parent to Child
Based on an extract from Author: Medard Laz (from the book "Love Adds a Little Chocolate"). * My Mom typed out the above poem for me when I was a teenager. If you like, you may want to consider passing it along to your son / daughter. I know it gave me food for thought. Lol
Springtime In The Mountains
Trying to create a little springtime mood in this one……..
Eyes of a Country Girl
There is much to be said about life growing up and living on a small farm in a small town.
A Child's Christmas
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all CS folks! Please remember the Children!
RE: Wake Up Each Day
Thank you Shelluv...
RE: sky dipped ocean
I enjoyed a lovely day out...
RE: Moon dance
BEAUTIFUL! I'M GOING OUT, RIGHT NOW, TO SOAK IN, SOME, INSPIRATION!dancing:TRAVIS...
RE: What am I..? (SOLVED)
Hi JG....long time no see, I hope you are really well....and yep you are right on this one...how about the other?....Well done....Andrew...xxx...
RE: Healing of the Heart & Soul
Thanks 4 sharing...
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