The Boy of Fall
The boy of fall He pulls his weight over and over Rushing past, faster than the other Where is it, where is he The determination in front of him to reach Shining star to catch Zig zag back and forth The crunch of pads and helmets met
my childhood
i had a rough childhood by my father
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Saw my sons facebook page status update this morning..... I tried to be a good mom.. I got away from the abuse I thought in time.. I just screwed up both our lives. God I love him.. Im trying to think and come up with solutions.. I have none.
School haiku
I took Hannah to school today and watched the bus drivers release the children to start their day.. some children hopped and skipped in happy to be back.. while most slowly, sadly shuffled in.. 179 more days to go lol Hannah was one of the slow ones ...
THE EVIDENCE OF GHOSTS
The things that children are told stays with them, but it is the adult's actions that can spell out the destiny of one's life.
SHE WROTE THIS (i have dimentia)
BECAUSE SHE'S A CHEAP DATE!
Journey of Soul Part 1
this has to be told....amazing journey!
The Hold Up
Now this is a true story and I refuse to say more on the grounds that I might incriminate myself. Was not a real gun.
Our House (a glimpse)
remembering my grandmother's kitchen when I was a child
Christmas
Dredged up from a memory from the dark and distant past when I was about 7
digress
switched into the voiceless, helpless abyss Is there no one to talk to out here? can anyone here my frustration at this? I know I am "very important to us" but can we talk...like "h.e.l.l.o." "how are things going today?...want come coffee?"
What Comes Up The Stairs
A game we played when my children were very young
My Big Day
My heart with excitement beats The day's arrived, it's finally here Gown of white I wear with pride A veil my face it covers My father tall and proudly stands Our arms are interlocking Music begins, it's time to start The long walk down the
* Illusions *
I used to believe in illusion.. there was a time when I would close my eyes and believe that the stars were shining only for me I would carry my illusions with me, as if they were a child in a womb imagining.. that with their birth I'd know complete
Hannahs Day at the Farm
My daughter Hannah was about 4 at the time and loves the critters on her grandparents farm.. She bounces along to visit them all when we are there.. Shes very strong willed and Independent and this idea popped into my head as I was watching her.
"TELL ME THERE"S A HEAVEN"
These words of "Chris Rea" from the record "Tell me theres a heaven" listen to the record!! and cry with me.
"Knock"
Loved writing this. Soph
Choice
To a child sometimes things look black and white.
just a poem
I'm sorry I hurt you- I know it's my fault I only learned from the past how to hurt and assault Stay with me though-I know I can love The people that hurt me-Are all up above I'm frightened but strong I now know they were wrong. A child- i
Leave me alone
this poem i dont need to explain its meaning however just to say where i wrote where she doesnt tell and her tears are her own, i wrote that only because its reality, so many school kids keep to themselfs to deal with what they think is THEIR problem when its not, its everyones really in knowing how school bullying can be solved.
Hear
those beautiful shells. Soph xx
Wonderful place
I wrote this for my 8 year old daughter, she loves it and has a copy in her room, she called it a wonderful place, hence the title. To bring a smile to her face is what life is all about.
Flower Child and Sparks Fly
Life was so much better as a child growing up in the 1960's than it is today.
"LIFE'S LESSONS"
Sat on her lap till age eight or above, my mother taught me how to love. Sunrise sunset not afraid of the dirt my father taught me how to work. "Dont back down, when your right, your right" my grandma taught me how to fight. "God comes first every da
"LIFE'S LESSONS"
Sat on her lap till age eight or above, my mother taught me how to love. Sunrise sunset not afraid of the dirt my father taught me how to work. "Dont back down, when your right, your right" my grandma taught me how to fight. "God comes first every da
"Don't you wish"
just wishing....
Bad Day
every guy can relate to this boys imagination..lol
A Child’s Song
A poem about childhood, innocence, and how even though the years go by, we don't have to give up who we were just to be who we are now. (I originally posted this at the Starlite Cafe poetry site back in 2010, under the name Grailknight777.)
Starving Child.
This was written after my visits to Africa, viewing the poverty and the street kids begging is something that will always stay with me...
The Ground
Stop child abuse and child trafficking..I think its worse than any other crime there is on earth..it really kills humanity..
A Summer in Reflection
The morning sun hovers coyly behind broad shoulders of the John Crow Mountain before unwrapping petals of fever plant and Venice. Mama’s countenance was far contrast to one so radiant, so when the old Leyland bus went shuddering along gravel r
My Piano Man
A memory distant,yet very close to my heart of my Grandfather playing piano,and me all dressed up,tapping my black patten shoes upon the floor as if thy where tap shoes,dancing away,as I swirled the dress as if I was the Bell of the Ball. And always the mirthful look he wore upon is face,is one that is forever bedded in my mind and in my heart.
8 year old Child's visits (Part 1)
He looks at me, holding tears, And he can't set his eyes off mine. After counting days in fears That this moment will not come. He says violin was last lesson, Though he played very good each time But dad said violin is danger, It gives dust
A POEM BY A MAN CONSUMED W/CONTRITION ~free!~
IT IS A POEM ABOUT WHAT IS AND ISN'T
perhaps AWARE should be the word BEWARE ~freecee!~
BECAUSE JUST I DIDN'T DESERVE WHAT I GOT AND CAN'T GET MY JUST DESSERTS
ARE U PEOPLE PROHIBITING MY POETRY ?
she SHE she SHE she SHE!
SHE- A BOSSY AUSIE
SHE!!!!!!!! AND I ONLY USED "CHILDHOOD" AS BAIT TO GET YOU PEOPLE READING IN MY DARKNESS! BTW: STEPHEN KING CO-Authored A GREAT BOOK ENTITLED "ON WRITING" IT'S A TUTORIAL WRITTEN FOR POETS WHO WANT TO BE REAL.....IN THE TEXT THEY OPINE "NO GOOD AUTHOR ABUSES THE PRIVILAGE OF USING AN EXCLAMATION MARK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HEY, TYHE SAID ANY GOOD WRITER
Home
Reminiscing as of late.
Childhood Memories
Thinking back to long summer days when life was simpler and pleasures more appreciated.
Ode to my hero...
A little story: I was 6 years old, i entered the living room and was clearly in "the huff", my father asked me what was wrong!? I said "ok, dad, imagine you were god" he did , "ok, now, if i came to you and said, ok god, give me all the powers of superman, make me that special and i will help YOU, i will make peace, stop wars, cure hunger and save lives, the deal is, if i missuse my powers you can just take them right back..." my dad pondered for a moment and said "son, your right, i would give you that chance.." with that i stood up, placed my hands in my pockets, and shrugged with another deep sigh.. "Then whats gods problem!!? sheesh!!" back then i really didnt understand why he didnt grant my wish...lol...
Porch Swing
a friend from here on CS asked me to write about where i was from and he did the same! this came from the core of my upbringing. please send some feeedback