This be the verse...
an old favourite from college days
START AND STOP...
we will start anything easly ,but fails to stop if does not like to continue.
a Twin wind
written, yes it's to a special friend's loss.
A Family Prayer
Lord build me a house that we can call home and strong enough to weather the storms of life Lord build me a home where my children and neighbors can feel safe, healthy and strong Let love abound with out stretched arms to embrace and give lots
My Last Will and Testament
ALWAYS TELL THE ONES THAT YOU LOVE HOW YOU FEEL WORDS NEVER SPOKEN CAN NEVER BE TOLD
Listen To your Child
Over the years I have found that so many parents dont seem to have the time that they should have, talking to their children is important dont put it off untill its to late
GRANDDAUGHTER
I have written this for my beautfull granddaughter she has always brought joy into my life she has the most beautfull green eyes I love you Mikasha
"I Promise You "
Dad's promise to his daughter.
CHILDREN'S..
To refresh our mind & heart..
SEPARATION OF MARRIED.
lover's separation???
For the best dad a boy could ever have
About 9 or 10 years ago, when my son was 8 or 9, he left this hand written poem under my duvet. His mum had left a couple of years earlier and he and I were getting on with life, but it wasn't always easy. Today is his 18th birthday. I still have his hand writtem poem kept safe and sound. He is the best son a dad could ever have.
The Bright Red Train
The Bright Red Train With unbelieving eyes, though it was a glorious day, I saw a bright red train quickly pass along my way. At the very first sight of it, t
Loving Unconditionally
This peom is about a mother who chooses to keep her baby and fight against all odds to do so though she could have given the child to its paternal grandparents only the wanted the child not the mother or her presence.
MOMMY WHAT KIND AM I
This a poem about my grandson and what a lady said to him her words your kind cant play with my son
To my little sister
I love you like a mother loves a child; a bond unknown to the one who brought you here. I miss you like the day misses the night, the time where it can find it’s rest and find the strength to shine again. I fear you’ll leave me here alone
BOUT BE VALUABLE
October 1st
The animal
Sitting,waiting Just contemplating Listening to my son playing video games "I will train the animal!" That's what the video game said I didn't mean my son was an animal
Nice Dream
I look at him in disbelief For it is my brother I see Our eyes now fix upon each other His wicked smile fills me with glee. Some may say dreams have false meaning While others observe them with no harm For this dream for sure I will covet As
My Life
For all you piece of shit fathers out there, this poem is dedicated to you. A child never has the option to be brought into this world and it's yours, mine, anyone's responsibility to show your child how much they mean to you. You never know what tomorrow holds...
A Most Special Gift
I wrote this poem in Feb of 1971, it's dedicated to my daughter. Does she truly know how special, she will always be to me ?
On the eve of judgement
This was written while going through a bitter custody battle for my 5 beautiful children.
MY LITTLE CHILD.
MY LOVELY CHILD. MY LOVELY CHILD I AM UR MOTHER YOU ARE MY BREATH, HAPPINESS, HELPING HAND. EVERY DAY I SEE U HOW DO PLAY WITH TOYS, WITHOUT KNOWING HOW'S LIFE CHALLENGING. JUST U K
Teddy Bears in Paradise
This is a deeply personal piece. It is whimsical, and at times silly in it's words, but purposeful. Hidden within its words are moments, places, and dreams once shared with someone special. Even the dedication has a special code. If the person for whom it was written should find it here she would surely recognize it. I have often thought of producing a line of teddy bears based upon the poem and including a bound copy with each bear.
Twins
I wrote this for my twin sister Samantha
My mum
I wrote this in remembrance of my mum. god rest her soul
LIFE WITH RONN.
HOW MUCH I LOVE MY KID!!!
Daddy Come Home...Please Dont Fight
I saw a story about soldiers with family and thought of doing a poem for them, how hard it must be.........kind of makes me feel both luck and proud. Feel sorry for the children wanting there family back.. Please comment and tell me what you think of it Thanks
~one of the hardest parts~
Written today for my sweet sister who realized her wrong and contacted me today. Sometimes one has to step back an give space:)
My Dear Old Ma.....
Hi All, This one is for my dear mother..... Thanks for comments and reading Tiger
Faithfulness
Have you considered, perhaps, not only whom you place your faith in, but who might place their faith in you?
North America Thanksgivings
Chatter of knives an forks on the plates turkey n ham harvests in now. Family's in chairs soft is the air gathering of thanks the only exchange. Purest of holidays all's to share's food an space. Pass the food back an forth's the only give an take, s
My Daughter.....Faith
Hi all, had a super meeting with my ex about my 3yr old daughter faith. after months of getting no reply and ignored its all been worth it as she has agreed to let me see her again!!! probably not my best poem but its the thoughts for the day Please tell me what you think Thanks Tiger
Thank you
Thank you... for giving me life and making it worth living for offering friendship that unfeigned and everlasting Thank you... for bearing with me throught thick and thin for staying right beside me throught every pain Thank
~Cause an Effect~
The cause. An the effect (the stay) is really not right or warranted, I support the troops an their families an friends around them!
Run
Working here in my nine millionth job I come closer to understanding it all Walking through town today, I see men I used to know They belong here I don’t I have no mortgage, no kids They have Maybe I have balls, maybe I don’t This ti
~Splat~
Teen, suburb, winter's night boredom:)
Never Judge A Book By Its Cover!
Self Explanatory really!
Sleep deprieved
I wish I could sleep my eyes open starring in the dark listening to the noises and voices now the telephone is ringing shrill laughter is torturing my ears someone turns the volume on the TV up great, all I need is a headache I close my eyes t
Road to Recovery
This is for all the people who are fighting addictions
Baby Girl
to my daughter
Grandaughter Levanna
I'm so proud of my grandaught.
Role Model
life