Island of misfit boys
I love to sleep because i pretend that i'm dead, but i hate waking up, 'cause it's hard to forget that i've lost all control of this life that i've held so dear. I wait for the bus but i'm not on the bench. I'm just spread across the ground making fr
Fast Away
Fast away when time was gold When daybreak a new story to be told When life was pure and my mind was clear And thses words had I not heard anyone say But now say I And almost cry Fast Away Fast away when steps I took When tomorrow came a
The Ocean
My young ears hear the sound in the night It is my first night The rhythmic rush and pound and the quiet churn surrounds me The window, cracked open slightly brings in the cold fume of the salty air Each breath is soothing and I fall asleep
WHEN 2 STARS MEET
TREAT EACH ONE AS IF THEY WERE A STAR!
Reading as a Child
“The greatest tragedy of the family is the unlived lives of the parents.” - C.G. Jung
An Open Letter ...(Elo and Socrates' challenge)
thanks guys!!!
listening to...
In the 40's and 50's. people took in foster children to pay their house note. Little consideration was given to the child as long as the parents met to minimum requirements. Food, clothes, and a place of shelter, much the same as a dog was given. I write this to expel some of the lingering pain, and to share what it use to be like as a ward of the state. That documentary has never been done, but I believe it would be horrific.
Kids I longed to be
Husband and wife standing hand in hand, watching their new edition stand. welcoming his new times with broken words, Planning deeds which will take him a step towards, Winning the hearts of surrounding others. Trying to anticipate what they sa
Organic ABC - just dreaming
Something light...I just received a card from my grand daughter...she loves picking fruits and flowers and the thought made me miss her so much...what a joy it would be to see her go through the few plants Nu and I have managed to plant and keep so far...
I Did It My Way
being in boarding school was often not much fun for a rebel like me lol 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 never got caught either this is for all rebels hugs
Touched - a poem for K. L. E.
The trust that comes from a child, nothing purer or sweeter. My second meeting with the child I'm working with. I have not done much but the school director noticed the changes in the boy already. Just proves how amazing love, faith, compassion, patience, trust, respect and a lot of encouragement given to any child as a whole is able to transform even those labelled by mainstream institutions.
never loved
I wrote this poem because there is a void in me. A void that I have lived with all my life. I use to wonder how it felt to have a mother, father, and belong to a real family. I was a foster child and was told by my foster mother, that I was there only to pay the house note. No one ever mentions the carelessness of the state workers, and the results of that type of care given to children in 1944. It is something that no one ever looks at, but it is something that I live with all my life. The unvalidated feelings, of not belonging, not loved.
Devoted
Domestic violence awareness week
Silent shame.
This poem is about s*xual abuse in childhood years, those who are affected by such an appalling crime are isolated with undying shame, albeit a non willing participant. The adult world passes impotently by thus amplifying the degradation and shame, the victims more often than not, are unable to unravel in simple terms, yet illustrate quite clearly by behavioral traits, which compounds the evil that in general remains for the rest of their days. This poem is the tormented emotion, details if you wish, imagine for yourselves if you dare.
ALONE
up the dark hallways/down the blank stairs /through rotted doorways nobody cares. down forgotten side streets walking in despair. looking for someone but nobodys there. searching in the darkness trying to find a friend but never finding anyone is thi
Obviously
I was about 8 years old and my first thought was this man either had x-ray vision or he was peeking in my window while I ate breakfast.
Wheels of the mind.
Born from frustration about me own upbringing
Children for Presidents *C2 Challenge*
Lets kick out these world leaders and nominate children to rule the world. 2015.
If he would only call
So many days have come and gone, still no word from him.. She wrapped her pink blanket tightly around her and rocked back and forth 'Where is he, she sobbed?'I need him so much.' She had marked X's on her calendar for all those lost and lone
Ohh The Birthday Candles
Ohh... The Birthday Candles You-Better-Make-It-Fast-> You Got To Blow So Many, How Will You Make It Last?
crazy world
crazy world
Pain
I just can't think, I'm losing control, The pain that's inside, Cuts straight to my soul, Deep, dark and empty, Tired of living in sin, My mind starts to wonder. Where should I begin? Should I start as child, When my step-dad used to beat
''FORGOTTEN MEMORIES''
Written minutes after waking up, from hanging with past acquaintances.
my boy
for my boy
Little Bird
This is a song about my early years in Catholic Ireland and how my adapted brother and I longed to escape that claustrophic athosphere.
God loves me
Just read it
Animazed
No means no right? Two of my favorite scenes Or Its just a thought, nothing unusual about the innuendoes in the cartoons. Nor do I really think it reflects anything any more then Archie Bunker. It is what it is just thought it would be fun to write about or maybe I just think too much
Pictures in a Box
Pictures I found in a box at home Frozen images of a boy and a time long gone Im flying a kite over a snow covered field Behind me my grandfathers barn rest on a hill Hi
Memories of the Toilet Rider
This is about all single Mothers in general: My Mother in particular
Her First Love
inspired today by watching a little girl look at her daddy....
Going Home
....going home.
Under wings (children's poem)
Co-oooo-CO soft the song of the morning dove gathering twigs in quiet grove to weave a nest where eggs will rest placing each in way that's best round and round each to wind tell a nicer home you could not find Co-oooo-Co soft the song o
A Childs Adventure children's poem
Racing down the stairs ready for the day's adventures in a hurry to get outside mother making me eat first I bolt my food as fast as possible then flee outside and down the road stopping at Bobby's on the way his mother telling us behave
1970.........elo's challenge
i have very fond memories of my sis and i ............she was the leader only because she was 3 years older and i was the back up ...ha ha
what are heroes
A frosty window pane childrens toys and games diamond smiles on icy xmas lights shine on the faces of a huddled carol group thay sing of peace and silent night A liitle boy that no one knew stud closely by and hung a line or two there voices
Cheerleader poem
My niece is a coal river miner and I wrote this for her. She taught it to all her friends. Goes to the tune I'm a little teapot
My Child
For my daughter.
Yoghurt face
To my beautiful daughter, life is about the small things,and the happiness she gets out of something simple, when I say you want a yoghurt,she run's into the kitchen like a shot.
Feels like yesterday
Years have passed, we may have moved away But the scars you left us are forever there to stay Years have passed, but I still remember it well My only safe place, called home Turned into a living hell Day after day I was scared to enter the home
Not Fair
A child.... separation of parents, the more I thought about it the more it evoked ire in me.... It just sort of jumped out at me... this one for the children and yet, so inadequate...
Sad.
Wrote 20 yrs ago for school.
How we have Forgotten....
Remembering school....