The Circle
What goes around .......come around
To My Octogenarian Aunt
I wrote this little ditty to celebrate my Aunt Graces' 80th Birthday.
S E A R C H I N G
For i think i have found the family i longed for. For God has lead me to where he wants me to be. For He has shown me how to let my sadness out to just be happy and free. To be who i am a christian with a family. To be praising God's w
Who Are You?
Who am I? You must find the answer. How do I do that? Seek with all of your heart. Where do I look? Inside, everywhere you have been. Why am I so lost? That is your question. How can one lose oneself? By losing focus. But what if there
Sports
my son loves football
My Boy
watching you get ready nervousness has come over you as it is your last game. You are the quarterback for the team. You are anxious to see just how good you can or would be. The team has become your friends acting almost as close as a famil
My Baby Girl.........All Grown
My baby girl is now 15 yrs old.
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Heavens New Star
This is a poem I wrote as a memorial to my mother and read at her funeral. She was a magnificent woman ... extremely loving, thoughtful, caring, never judgemental to anyone she ever met. She would always see the positive in anyone or any situation ... she was a woman who knew who she was and accepted everyone for who they were ... There was always room in her heart for one more soul ... She never placed herself before others ... even as she was dying, she refused to leave us until she made sure in her heart that we were ready and accepted that it was her time to go ... Through her life and through her death she inspired me to be the best person I can ... she raised the bar incredibly high ... I only hope that I can reach the heights in my life that she did in hers ... Thank you Mom ... I Love You and Will Miss You Always ...
We Are Better Friends Now
I wrote in my mid twenties after a number of years of conflict with my father. Although deep down inside we both loved one another very much we couldn't get along. I always believed I was a disappointment to him, I couldn't live up to what I thought he wanted me to be. The harder I tried to do things I thought would be right in his eyes the more bitter his criticism became. We drifted further and further apart. I rebelled. Then the day came I had to look honestly an harshly at myself realized that all he wanted from me and for me was to be my own man. I had to accept that disagreements and disappointments were a part of life, that perfection was an illusion, my illusion, something that cannot and would not ever be achievable.
The Well
I struggled with an identity crisis .............my maternal heritage runs deep .......but my paternal heritage is virtually untraceable......i was born in the poorest country in the world but the people have the richest smiles .......i tend to lean that way ...
We Love You
Life, forever continuing, like an eternal flame, this is already starting to sound tame, with each new day, another entity is being formed, born into a world of turmoil & riddled with despair, we hope you grow old & live fair, we hope you fulfil your
Dearest friend
simple to understand as is with all my poems.
Do You Remember
This poem is about the love from a father to his seeds
Asleep in my bed
A quicky i wrote the other morning waiting for the alarm to go off :-) Tucked up tight, I hope it’s still night Their all in bed and the silence fills my head Dread the alarm going, it starts the toing and froing God there is goes, deafenin
Family
Kayla
I Am # 1
For in your family the man is lower then the women you see. For they take care of all her needs. She is in charge of all that she sees. She is the ruler that is just the way it is to be. This her castle for her family. She is the one th
ah to feel a hold of a love
for nickolie and child lost june 4 1994
For Dad & Mom
Thanks for bringing me into this world...I'm floating but trying to find a perfect space to land my feet.
Come A Summers Day
Gentle touches of the wind Gentle rain like a friend Keep telling me I shall return home again Come a summers day The valley is winding low As I walk along I know Many places have I been And I need the path that returns home again Wa
MUM FOR YOU
my mother is very ill and weak after a stroke in hospital, and now suffers from vacuous dementia,the words help me
Umbilical cord.
Protected in an egg of water, My life line, You, and my umbilical cord. The chord that must be seperated, At birth..... Are we realy seperated, When we leave the womb ?. What about the silver thread in life, That's attached to us all. Th
Riki-Leigh
There’s a place in my mind, where time stands still, able to reflect at will, to think about days gone by, to search where I am now, and where I will be in days to come. I don’t know what the future will bring; I hope its full of love and joy, a feel
My Child
My daughter lost her way with Christ.
Mommy's Little Man
This short poem is about my son. He is my greatest joy.
A View
Thinking of someone who was strong when she was being lied about.
Marbles
Twenty nine year old Susan Vale parked her car on this cold December morn.. She wrapped her fur coat tightly around her neck and commenced the one block walk to the Lee Case office building where she worked as a Para Legal. For twelve years Susa
To my Sis happy birthday
To my sis My first memory consists Of you and I playing in the sun At Stamford St and having fun As kids we had such great times You were helpful, loving and kind Memories of days at the beach As we ran around smiles on us each Collecti
next chapter
a member of family died
a daughter
to let her see whats in my heart
mum
sent to mum on mothers day
Two Molds Of The Same
For my beautiful daughter and young lady.
Momma Where Are You ?....
Dedicated to my friend..... Prayers with you....
Little Ones
Written for my "little" brother for Christmas, 2004.
I'm not leaving
At first it was just a quick poem about no one in paticular Then I thought mabey I really need a vacation Then those glorious maidens ran shouting through the castle halls and saying things we all know to well.. How much the poets here love e
I'm So Glad He Made You Mine!
Just a little something I wrote for my daughter!
You Caught Me
For you have a heart so gentle and true. I knew i could easily fall head over heals for you. I just could not help but wonder if it could love someone like me from now until eternity. Yet i have one dream each and every night that you a
For my little angel
That is dedicated to my 5 years old daughter Anna-Gabriella
work & life
What are the most important things of your life?
Mai Daughter
Where-ever I am What-ever I do Know...........with all your heart That I...........Love YOU
Bits and Pieces
I have portrayed an elderly man in his last hours he is entirely fictional
Prodcast.. to be added to.. chalange from Mr James
Smiles, well not quiet sure if this is what you meant, but lets go for it.. To be added to with writting or voice, lets have fun xx