Until Now
To my only sister
My daughter…
This was written to my 2nd daughter, I have six, at a time when we were separated by a few oceans...
Till the end of time…
Dedicated to all 6 of them, my reason for living...
Reason for My Rhyme
This was written when my son was born, almost 16 years ago!
Mending
Carved utilitarian shape, varnished with age, worn, brown wooden spool once a tree, living, now reduced to only inches - three. Red fibers wrapped tightly ‘round, and, in the wrapping to keep together, both lights and shadows appear, as fiber
The Cage
The cage Is invisible But it really lock me tightly The cage Is made from resposibility and obligation Is made from clear conscience The cage Will be melted by true love will be melted by time The cage Will be thrown into the deep se
From Me to You
Written for my son. I had a friend remind me of what my son is going thru right now. My son lives far from me. And he knows what I say in the poem already.
~Into a new world~
One of natures miracle's most of us have had the pleasure to experience in our lives :)
Temporary Home
A little boy, six years old A little too used to being alone Another new mom and dad Another school, another house that will never be home When people ask him how he likes this place He looks up and says with a smile upon his face This is my
Looking For A Sugar Daddy
Desperate times demand desperate solutions. Money seems to be the answer to problems most of the time. Short term solutions may or may not work out. A big bank account triumphs over a big heart.
I, Protector
Dedicated to my son.
My Girls
about my girls
adapt
here we are new place new people new start i am new yet i am old have i been this house seems different this is not me what is this will i adapt to a new life a new family new road to go down is a dream maby its just tim
No Charge
I know you loved him. I loved him too. He was my daddy before he had you. He left me all alone and I went on. And soon memory of him was gone. At one time I made him up. In my mind to be what I wanted him to be. Just to fill the empty spot,
Baby
A couple that has grown with each other and is now looking towards the future the woman tells her lover how much she'd like to start a family by having a baby.
It Was Not Once
Poem by Nikolai Gumilev
the life i seek
as a husband and a father i will be waiting for that time you see when it is just you and me this is our plan this is our placethis is the life i seek
just me
you see me when the fairies hum drunk on dew and song you hear me when moonbeams play spider's drum night long you feel me when trees can't resist to dance on bare feet - that is, if you still have not forgotten the elvenfolks among
Untitled
I've recently found my father at the begining of my 3rd decade of life. The first thing I asked him for is a picture. He hasn't read the poem yet.
jsk my poem
justmejohn doing the best i can to make dreams fall down like rain like a message sent in a bottle just for me justmejohn doing it all just to make me happy iv made so many happy it is time to make me happy
My Mom
Took this long to get to the point where I could write this.
No Strings Attached
I wrote this in dedication to each of my children- Love each of you always will
life's pram
family or pets / animals?
FAMILY ( All rights reserved) R.B.
This poem is about those who are blessed with a supportive and loving family(unlike me,i will never know).
Simple Little Thing Called Family
I'm looking out the window. Looking at a life that's passing me by. Wanting to escape from myself. A place where I want think anymore. You don't understand why. You would like to feel like you've even the score. I can't even cry. If you w
The Little Things
Went to breakfast with my sister and could not help but to think how different we turned out to be when our childhood was the same. And how different our outlook was on the life we have now and the life we had. Why did everything that happened to the same two people not affect us the same?
Little Dress
I wrote this for my two little girls who are the true loves of my life.
Bury Me
Bury Me by me jimmy v if this is the path i choose, if this is the road i take, if these are the mistakes i make, just let me make them. let me fall, let me cry, let it hurt till i wish to die. then, let me learn... let me see throug
Mane of Moonbeams
Sparkling, long, and flowing soft, and shimmering through a comb, A little hand ,with love,caressed each strand and knew a home. Her eyes alight with awe to see the splendour falling there in the magic that was moonbeams, that was grandma's silver
Grandma and Her Hero
She walked with beauty and elegant grace, but sadness worn on her lovely face. The years had passed that brought her joy. And a glow that burnt so long ago. A memory so dim, of how her heart was won. He was always full of joy, A joke and a
My Birthday
All is good today,I just couldn't finish it
My DAD
I hated my dad and then loved him so much,my kids would have adored him I know as they do Gra Gra[my mum].
"Do What Makes Your Heart Sing"
The first line says it all
Desertion
Despondent, she creaks to and fro, to and fro, upon the porch, her bony hands stroking the tomcat curled in sleep on her lap. Hours it's been since he left. Stealing under the branches, dark with bats, rowing across the river, its c
shadow of darkness
this poem is wriien by myself and my twin sister through the emotional times that we both went through
SPIRIT LEVEL
AH.....Looking back 20 odd years, now with the benefit of hindsight....lol......Andrew......xxx
...you would smile a lot more…
“…if only you knew who you were, if only you knew what was in store for you, you would smile a lot more…” Anonymous guru Part I The shamanic traditions are very clear on a very real paradox, Unless the shaman is wounded in some serious way, h
you would smile a lot more… Part II
“…if only you knew who you were, if only you knew what was in store for you, you would smile a lot more…” Anonymous guru Flash-forward many more years to a suburb of Johannesburg, South Africa… I was walking along a dusty road with one of my six
you would smile a lot more… Part III
“…if only you knew who you were, if only you knew what was in store for you, you would smile a lot more…” Anonymous guru Part III As you may imagine, the litany went on and for how long, we know not…, Finally, when we were totally spent and we
GLIMMER OF LIGHT
One of my own poems, written in darker times. It tells of my heartache at being stopped from seeing my daughter when her mum and me separated. And for no apparent reason but to use our love of each other as a weapon against me. Vindictive and cruel. It was a time of great emotional pain and it affected me quite deeply. I found a true friend who helped me through the bad times and i will be forever grateful for her compassion and humility. She helped me turn my life around. I now see my daughter regularly.
coming out
got teenagers, remember teenagers, been teenagers?
Love at last.
For my children.