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Pictures in a Box
---- IMAGE REMOVED because photobucket.com no longer allows embedded images ----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
His old tractor colored with rust and its tires are flat
I got my first BMX bike the spring after that
I would ride it up and down the clay covered roads
Staring far in the distance awaiting my dad to come home
Heres us standing next to a stream near the home we all made
Running along our old junkyard and the corn fields where we played
Some pictures are faded and yellowing from mold
Stealing the boy who was warm and now shivers cold
A boy who was always amazed with wondering eyes
Even when he awoke his dreams never would say goodbye
So I placed a new picture inside of the box
One I set on the bottom and replaced the old top
And now when I look I will always see us together
In this picture we took as a family last December
It was a beautiful day under a clear winter sky
A picture I hope that my children will find
~ JJF~
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
His old tractor colored with rust and its tires are flat
I got my first BMX bike the spring after that
I would ride it up and down the clay covered roads
Staring far in the distance awaiting my dad to come home
Heres us standing next to a stream near the home we all made
Running along our old junkyard and the corn fields where we played
Some pictures are faded and yellowing from mold
Stealing the boy who was warm and now shivers cold
A boy who was always amazed with wondering eyes
Even when he awoke his dreams never would say goodbye
So I placed a new picture inside of the box
One I set on the bottom and replaced the old top
And now when I look I will always see us together
In this picture we took as a family last December
It was a beautiful day under a clear winter sky
A picture I hope that my children will find
~ JJF~
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Posted: Dec 2012
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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 lonely days,a
wrenching eighteen months without
his hugs and the way he'd twirl her
around the room..
She picked up pen and paper and
drew picture after picture of all those sunny
days and fun walks in the park
The days dragged on which turned
into more months
Not even a letter! 'Did something
happen to him she gasped?'
It's not like him to stay away for
so long..'
Overcome with grief, she just decided
to take a long walk in the rain
She put on her boots and twirled her little
red umbrella kicking through puddles as
she went
Just then the town bus slowed
to a stop and amidst the pouring
rain a man emerged from the bus
with a cane and limp
She stood there in total
disbelief
It was him!
It was daddy home from
the war!
He dropped his cane holding
his arms wide and his little nine
year old girl squealed with joy
'I was hurt and in the hospital
darling and my strength to poor
to write
He pulled a stack of his
little girls letters from his
nap sack and said, 'You
kept me alive my precious..
Let's go home..'
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 lonely days,a
wrenching eighteen months without
his hugs and the way he'd twirl her
around the room..
She picked up pen and paper and
drew picture after picture of all those sunny
days and fun walks in the park
The days dragged on which turned
into more months
Not even a letter! 'Did something
happen to him she gasped?'
It's not like him to stay away for
so long..'
Overcome with grief, she just decided
to take a long walk in the rain
She put on her boots and twirled her little
red umbrella kicking through puddles as
she went
Just then the town bus slowed
to a stop and amidst the pouring
rain a man emerged from the bus
with a cane and limp
She stood there in total
disbelief
It was him!
It was daddy home from
the war!
He dropped his cane holding
his arms wide and his little nine
year old girl squealed with joy
'I was hurt and in the hospital
darling and my strength to poor
to write
He pulled a stack of his
little girls letters from his
nap sack and said, 'You
kept me alive my precious..
Let's go home..'
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Posted: May 2014
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Browning
I walked a long the weary lane,Of Browning trees as Autumn came.Alone with my dog and black thorn stick, In a nearby field where rabbits sit. They danced and played in the Autumn leaves, That fell like snowflakes from the trees. A burst of speed and a violent roar, And rabbits sit and play no more. A tall pine tree the wind brought down , to lay in contrast with the brown. But the brown again will turn to green, Where Autumn leaves so brown have been.
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Posted: Feb 2021
About this poem:
Childhood memories, memories of my two brothers Michael and Thomas RIP, Love you always,
online today!A Child's Christmas
Christmas should be a time of joy
For every little girl and boy
They gather 'round the Christmas tree
Little hearts beating eagerly
Their eyes closely scan each present
Wondering what Santa has sent
Some hope they have been good enough
And would get their requested stuff
Mum picks up each present gently
And reads to see whose it might be
A little heart leaps at its name
And then joyfully makes its claim
After presents are given out
Then it's time for another bout
It's time for presents' unwrapping
One can feel excitement growing
Tiny one still in diaper
Tries to peel off wrapping paper
Mum assists the eager beaver
Expectation growing stronger
Squeals of excitement fill the air
From the other kids gathered there
Their delight they cannot contain
Santa has delivered again
Once again thank you Dear Santa
Setting little hearts a-flutter
Making Christmas a time of joy
For every little girl and boy
For every little girl and boy
They gather 'round the Christmas tree
Little hearts beating eagerly
Their eyes closely scan each present
Wondering what Santa has sent
Some hope they have been good enough
And would get their requested stuff
Mum picks up each present gently
And reads to see whose it might be
A little heart leaps at its name
And then joyfully makes its claim
After presents are given out
Then it's time for another bout
It's time for presents' unwrapping
One can feel excitement growing
Tiny one still in diaper
Tries to peel off wrapping paper
Mum assists the eager beaver
Expectation growing stronger
Squeals of excitement fill the air
From the other kids gathered there
Their delight they cannot contain
Santa has delivered again
Once again thank you Dear Santa
Setting little hearts a-flutter
Making Christmas a time of joy
For every little girl and boy
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Posted: Dec 2014
About this poem:
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all CS folks!Please remember the Children!
Little Bird
You wore your new identity
Like you wore my hand me downs
Off the shoulder, off the cuff
But never, no never with a frown
Although you weren't the chosen one
They still loved and worshipped you
While I slipped back into the shade
As former number ones do
You were the life and soul
And the party had just begun
You could have gotten away with almost anything
In the name of fun
Yeah,in those early days
You couldn't do no wrong
All that those people wanted to do
Was to hear you sing that song.
Little bird, little bird
Sing your song for me
Little bird, little bird
High up in the trees
Little bird, little bird
Sing your song now
Sing your song for me
Sing your song for me
In time they led you from the stage
Your party piece was done
The crowd just stood in silence
As they closed your house of fun
They dressed you up in sombre grey
But still that smile peeped through
They weighed you down with books and rules
They tried everything they knew
Yes, they taught you how to praise the Lord
They spoke of love and compassion too
But when they caught you messing round
They beat you black and blue
Yeah,those penguins were a slapping
Skirts a flapping in the breeze
Their sacreds hearts were broken
They were almost on their knees.
Although you never knew it
There were times..
I would have given almost anything
Just to poke two fingers at the world like you
And borrow that elphin grin
But we were two strangers locked together
Desperately searching for the key
We had that one big thing in common
Our hunger to be free
Yes, we had that one big thing in common
Our hunger to be free.
And finally one summer morn
The rusty chains gave in
You struggled up towards the sky
Though favouring that broken wing
You circled once, maybe twice
Your head was in a spin
It was hard to know where you were going
When you didn't know where you had bin.
You know I still wonder,to this day
if you ever found that special place
Or did that broken wing prove too much
Did you opt out of the race
Id like to think, that your still flying
High above the clouds
Id like to think your still flying
High above the crowds.
Little bird,little bird
Sing your song for me
Little bird little bird
High up in the trees
Little bird, little bird
Sing your song now
Sing your song for me
Sing your song for me
Like you wore my hand me downs
Off the shoulder, off the cuff
But never, no never with a frown
Although you weren't the chosen one
They still loved and worshipped you
While I slipped back into the shade
As former number ones do
You were the life and soul
And the party had just begun
You could have gotten away with almost anything
In the name of fun
Yeah,in those early days
You couldn't do no wrong
All that those people wanted to do
Was to hear you sing that song.
Little bird, little bird
Sing your song for me
Little bird, little bird
High up in the trees
Little bird, little bird
Sing your song now
Sing your song for me
Sing your song for me
In time they led you from the stage
Your party piece was done
The crowd just stood in silence
As they closed your house of fun
They dressed you up in sombre grey
But still that smile peeped through
They weighed you down with books and rules
They tried everything they knew
Yes, they taught you how to praise the Lord
They spoke of love and compassion too
But when they caught you messing round
They beat you black and blue
Yeah,those penguins were a slapping
Skirts a flapping in the breeze
Their sacreds hearts were broken
They were almost on their knees.
Although you never knew it
There were times..
I would have given almost anything
Just to poke two fingers at the world like you
And borrow that elphin grin
But we were two strangers locked together
Desperately searching for the key
We had that one big thing in common
Our hunger to be free
Yes, we had that one big thing in common
Our hunger to be free.
And finally one summer morn
The rusty chains gave in
You struggled up towards the sky
Though favouring that broken wing
You circled once, maybe twice
Your head was in a spin
It was hard to know where you were going
When you didn't know where you had bin.
You know I still wonder,to this day
if you ever found that special place
Or did that broken wing prove too much
Did you opt out of the race
Id like to think, that your still flying
High above the clouds
Id like to think your still flying
High above the crowds.
Little bird,little bird
Sing your song for me
Little bird little bird
High up in the trees
Little bird, little bird
Sing your song now
Sing your song for me
Sing your song for me
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Posted: Feb 2014
About this poem:
This is a song about my early years in Catholic Ireland and how my adapted brother and I longed to escape that claustrophic athosphere.
In Search of Jack Frost
Jack Frost decorates the woodlands each year,
For traditional festive history,
In shades of silver and twinkling white,
His reasons steeped in mystery,
Shiny spider webs like garlands of lace,
Adorn the churchyard fence,
A place fit to welcome our baby King,
Or for souls seeking recompense,
I tracked his footprints in the white crunchy field,
Until strangely further on there were none,
He must have vanished with the onset of dawn,
And the unbearable warmth of the sun,
He showed his anger in the hungry birds,
In the leaves that darkened the skies,
Yet they defied him dancing in the wind,
While falling to a watery demise,
His breath I felt ...that icy breeze,
In this snowy Winter dream,
As I stumbled and slipped on the frozen pond,
I heard his giggles in the gurgling stream,
Tip toeing home now to light the fire,
I'm sure Jack gloats with glee,
I did'nt find him in person today,
But I'm frozen...he surely found me.
For traditional festive history,
In shades of silver and twinkling white,
His reasons steeped in mystery,
Shiny spider webs like garlands of lace,
Adorn the churchyard fence,
A place fit to welcome our baby King,
Or for souls seeking recompense,
I tracked his footprints in the white crunchy field,
Until strangely further on there were none,
He must have vanished with the onset of dawn,
And the unbearable warmth of the sun,
He showed his anger in the hungry birds,
In the leaves that darkened the skies,
Yet they defied him dancing in the wind,
While falling to a watery demise,
His breath I felt ...that icy breeze,
In this snowy Winter dream,
As I stumbled and slipped on the frozen pond,
I heard his giggles in the gurgling stream,
Tip toeing home now to light the fire,
I'm sure Jack gloats with glee,
I did'nt find him in person today,
But I'm frozen...he surely found me.
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Posted: Dec 2013
About this poem:
As a child I looked for Jack Frost with my parents so this is in Christmas remembrance.Over the hills and through the woods
Nowadays the kids don't ever really play
They sit around watching t.v wasting away the day
With a controller in their hand playing some violent video game
The idiot box and internet has taken them in as a slave
Or with some kind of new smart phone ,an iPod, or an iPad
Until their fingers get so tired that they actually take a nap
What ever happened to cowboys and indians or playing cops and robbers
Or baseball in a dirt field, we'll be the Yankees and you can be the dodgers
I would to pretend to be "The Bambino" also known as Babe Ruth
Well before my time, but baseball was a big part of my youth
Yes video games were a great way for us to pass the time
But nothing like riding a skateboard on a ramp that we designed
Or going on a journey over the hills and through the woods
Searching for adventures like the big kids use to do
They would always come back telling us some kind of scary tale
And we being the scared and brave had to go and see for ourself
First we'd stop at the store and buy twenty fireballs for just ten cents
And a dollar of our allowance would get us a hundred bottle rockets
Along the way our conversations would be endless with a bunch of big what if's
Like what if Spiderman and Batman really did exist
And what if the Incredible Hulk was defeated by the Mighty Thor
I couldn't wait to get my first edition from the comic store
With great imaginations not limited by the sky
As we camped out in our backyards staring deep into the night
What if cats were really dogs the silly things we'd contemplate
While roasting hotdogs and marshmallows after a long day
Then eventually one fell a sleep and we'd draw a mustache on his face
Enough motivation for us to wake up early the next day
We always rode our skateboards sometimes we'd ride a bike
Someone on the handle bars or sometimes we'd just hike
Another adventure awaits over the hills and through the woods
Something today I would like to see more our children do
*JJF*
4/24/2013
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Posted: Apr 2013
About this poem:
Is it just me or have kids stopped playing outside. I still play my video games, Im just saying autonomy is a forgotten language and I think children are missing an important part of their life. I digressthe bottom picture is a scene from the movie Stand By Me, the best example i could think of that reminded me of our adventures
The first comment says maybe parents are to blame and yes I agree with that too, I believe any responsible parent would set restrictions , limits, play times, study times, and so forth
life
my life began in poverty
new clothes and things were not for me
not for us the things of wealth
you wanna bike build it yourself
life was hard but we went on
we played outside sports and so on
we made good friends and stuck together
no matter what we found some pleasure
I had two parents one good one bad
and thinking back this still makes me sad
but these things moulded me you see
helped make me be the man you see
looking back I came through ok
some friends didn't I`m sorry to say
but life goes on and now I`m freer
and my aches and pains mean I`m still here
new clothes and things were not for me
not for us the things of wealth
you wanna bike build it yourself
life was hard but we went on
we played outside sports and so on
we made good friends and stuck together
no matter what we found some pleasure
I had two parents one good one bad
and thinking back this still makes me sad
but these things moulded me you see
helped make me be the man you see
looking back I came through ok
some friends didn't I`m sorry to say
but life goes on and now I`m freer
and my aches and pains mean I`m still here
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Posted: Mar 2015
About this poem:
sorry not great but my first ever effortlot of truth in there
Childhood Memories
Lilacs in hand,running blindly.
"Thank you son. I'll put them in a jar
Now go play. Be back for lunch."
Mud puddles,rubber boots
Big mud castles surrounded by great big moats
Pulled teeth and majic fairies, teeth for money.
What a deal." Mom....any more loose?"
"Mom can I have a nickle for licorice??
Please I've been good....mostly!"
Under a tent protected from the ghosts
Moving tent with poles like legs.
Running wildly,trilliums in hand
"Thank you son.I'll put them in a jar
Now go play. Be back for supper."
Picking blueberries in a little can,
Eating wild blackberries til I was sick.
Big juicy blackberries oh so very thick.
Pictures in the stars and skies.Cricket songs.
Fresh cut hay. Sweaty heads and haywagon rides.
Chase the bull and... spend the day eating apples.
Fireflys,night skies,campfires and hugs goodbye.
Apple blossoms in my hand,
Running wildly to my Mother's arms.
"Thank you son, I'll put them in a jar.
Now go play and come back for a snack".
"When the milkman comes could we get some chocolate milk,
huh mom,huh..please"." Of course son, but just one.
Pellet guns and playing war, pop pellet out..boy is that sore.
No need for eye shields just duck in time. Oh boy.
"We gotta quit before dad comes or he'll think were stupid"
"Yah! just use the bows,arrows and put the pellet guns away."
Home made kites and tattered tail,
strong north winds, a hearty gale.
"Wow! Dan look at how high I am. i'm hunerd feet above yours!"
Can I really help split the wood Dad?.
"Stand back and don't hit my toes."
"Wow..where'd that wood go?
Did I do good dad, did I ...I still have my toes!!"
Chocolate cake and lick the spoon..
Boy is that good.Lick it till it shines.
Bikes and bags and glass pop bottles,
find the most and your friends a goof!
Turn them in at the garage and get 50 cents..
Wow! Holy cow..how good is this.
Pine cones,walnuts,fresh melted snow, sparkling icicles
"Son go knock the icicles off the eaves,
use a broom and don't stand under..ok!"
"Ok dad. I'll be careful..not like last time.
Mom still hasn't mended my shirt!!"
"Mom, mom..look a dollar on the floor A whole dollar..
someone lost it and I can keep it? Gee thanks Mom.
Wow! Just in time for Xmas..how 'bout that!"
Bells and laughter on the roof and then presents
under the tree" He is real. He was just here!!."
As Dad came in I told him he missed Santa.
Toy trains, toy guns,wooden cars and story books
Running wildly to my mom,icicles in hand.
"No flowers mom..All I could find were
icicles to tell you I love you".
"I know you do son. I'll melt them down and
we'll have hot chocolate and marshmallows..
Now go play and come back for Xmas Dinner."
Home made sled and ropes and dogs and ...mr.. tree..oops!!
Ski by moonlight, cold by daylight, sore hands
Will I loose my toes?
Hockey ponds and moonlit poles, frozen feet and argued goals.
Yells and screams...........but today a smiling dream.
"Thank you son. I'll put them in a jar
Now go play. Be back for lunch."
Mud puddles,rubber boots
Big mud castles surrounded by great big moats
Pulled teeth and majic fairies, teeth for money.
What a deal." Mom....any more loose?"
"Mom can I have a nickle for licorice??
Please I've been good....mostly!"
Under a tent protected from the ghosts
Moving tent with poles like legs.
Running wildly,trilliums in hand
"Thank you son.I'll put them in a jar
Now go play. Be back for supper."
Picking blueberries in a little can,
Eating wild blackberries til I was sick.
Big juicy blackberries oh so very thick.
Pictures in the stars and skies.Cricket songs.
Fresh cut hay. Sweaty heads and haywagon rides.
Chase the bull and... spend the day eating apples.
Fireflys,night skies,campfires and hugs goodbye.
Apple blossoms in my hand,
Running wildly to my Mother's arms.
"Thank you son, I'll put them in a jar.
Now go play and come back for a snack".
"When the milkman comes could we get some chocolate milk,
huh mom,huh..please"." Of course son, but just one.
Pellet guns and playing war, pop pellet out..boy is that sore.
No need for eye shields just duck in time. Oh boy.
"We gotta quit before dad comes or he'll think were stupid"
"Yah! just use the bows,arrows and put the pellet guns away."
Home made kites and tattered tail,
strong north winds, a hearty gale.
"Wow! Dan look at how high I am. i'm hunerd feet above yours!"
Can I really help split the wood Dad?.
"Stand back and don't hit my toes."
"Wow..where'd that wood go?
Did I do good dad, did I ...I still have my toes!!"
Chocolate cake and lick the spoon..
Boy is that good.Lick it till it shines.
Bikes and bags and glass pop bottles,
find the most and your friends a goof!
Turn them in at the garage and get 50 cents..
Wow! Holy cow..how good is this.
Pine cones,walnuts,fresh melted snow, sparkling icicles
"Son go knock the icicles off the eaves,
use a broom and don't stand under..ok!"
"Ok dad. I'll be careful..not like last time.
Mom still hasn't mended my shirt!!"
"Mom, mom..look a dollar on the floor A whole dollar..
someone lost it and I can keep it? Gee thanks Mom.
Wow! Just in time for Xmas..how 'bout that!"
Bells and laughter on the roof and then presents
under the tree" He is real. He was just here!!."
As Dad came in I told him he missed Santa.
Toy trains, toy guns,wooden cars and story books
Running wildly to my mom,icicles in hand.
"No flowers mom..All I could find were
icicles to tell you I love you".
"I know you do son. I'll melt them down and
we'll have hot chocolate and marshmallows..
Now go play and come back for Xmas Dinner."
Home made sled and ropes and dogs and ...mr.. tree..oops!!
Ski by moonlight, cold by daylight, sore hands
Will I loose my toes?
Hockey ponds and moonlit poles, frozen feet and argued goals.
Yells and screams...........but today a smiling dream.
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Posted: Oct 2009
About this poem:
Some childhood memories.Don't try any of this at home.
An Open Letter ...(Elo and Socrates' challenge)
thanks guys!!!
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Posted: Dec 2013
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