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Ohh The Birthday Candles
Ohh... The Birthday Candles
You-Better-Make-It-Fast->
You Got To Blow So Many,
How Will You Make It Last?
You-Better-Make-It-Fast->
You Got To Blow So Many,
How Will You Make It Last?
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Posted: Apr 2014
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never loved
I guess this is a poem, but it was part of my life.
A young 2yrs old, taken from her mother, put in a foster home
not given hugs or kisses, for the eighteen years there, thrust
out into the world at 18. Not sure what love is, falls for the first
touch, which for her was much to much. It must be love, the way it
made her feel. To be touched, held, kisses was her first experience.
She falls quickly for his advances, never asking questions but savoring his caresses. Then when he advances even more, she knew he had to love her. She abandons all caution and falls deeply in love with him. Soon she finds out she is pregnant. She tells him and he then tells her he is married. She is in unbelief, because no one ever told her that a man would do such a thing. She is scared for herself, and what she does not know about the world, about men, about love, trust, sex. Mistake after mistake she made trying to find that one person who would not take advantage of her. Now years later she again searches for truth. A man who is true. A man who is real and sensitive and understanding. It's late in her life but she will not accept that that type of man has been brain-washed by media and no longer exist. or maybe this type of woman, a woman that believes in true love, honesty, loyalty and will accept her place as God created woman for a help mate. Maybe that woman no longer exist. That type of man, that type of woman has been phased out of existence.
A young 2yrs old, taken from her mother, put in a foster home
not given hugs or kisses, for the eighteen years there, thrust
out into the world at 18. Not sure what love is, falls for the first
touch, which for her was much to much. It must be love, the way it
made her feel. To be touched, held, kisses was her first experience.
She falls quickly for his advances, never asking questions but savoring his caresses. Then when he advances even more, she knew he had to love her. She abandons all caution and falls deeply in love with him. Soon she finds out she is pregnant. She tells him and he then tells her he is married. She is in unbelief, because no one ever told her that a man would do such a thing. She is scared for herself, and what she does not know about the world, about men, about love, trust, sex. Mistake after mistake she made trying to find that one person who would not take advantage of her. Now years later she again searches for truth. A man who is true. A man who is real and sensitive and understanding. It's late in her life but she will not accept that that type of man has been brain-washed by media and no longer exist. or maybe this type of woman, a woman that believes in true love, honesty, loyalty and will accept her place as God created woman for a help mate. Maybe that woman no longer exist. That type of man, that type of woman has been phased out of existence.
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Posted: Jun 2014
About this poem:
I wrote this poem because there is a void in me. A void that I have lived with all my life. I use to wonder how it felt to have a mother, father, and belong to a real family. I was a foster child and was told by my foster mother, that I was there only to pay the house note. No one ever mentions the carelessness of the state workers, and the results of that type of care given to children in 1944. It is something that no one ever looks at, but it is something that I live with all my life. The unvalidated feelings, of not belonging, not loved.
what are heroes
A frosty window pane
childrens toys and games
diamond smiles on icy xmas lights
shine on the faces of a huddled carol group
thay sing of peace and silent night
A liitle boy that no one knew stud closely by and hung
a line or two there voices echoed through a thousand
years his joy was shattered by the soldiers telling him to
move along and he turned and asked the woman
throgh his tears
Mama what is xmas without war
mama what is xmas without feara
and mama must we live with this distruction all the years
childrens toys and games
diamond smiles on icy xmas lights
shine on the faces of a huddled carol group
thay sing of peace and silent night
A liitle boy that no one knew stud closely by and hung
a line or two there voices echoed through a thousand
years his joy was shattered by the soldiers telling him to
move along and he turned and asked the woman
throgh his tears
Mama what is xmas without war
mama what is xmas without feara
and mama must we live with this distruction all the years
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Posted: Nov 2013
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Going Home
The coastal plain meets the sandy shore,
like a Monet painting...lines of demarcation,
elusive and confused.
Sea spray burst through the rocks,
metered by the grainy boulders that line these shores,
and this town.
It is here that I was born,
and now I have returned to take my leave...
from all of this,
from all whom I have loved,
from all that I have loved.
Straw snaps under my feet as I make way
to the other side of the Grove...
there I will sit and remember who it is I claim to be...
and who is it that I am.
The elderly lady from across the fork wrestles with her linens...
one will subdue the other so it seems.
She smiles and waves, as the bedsheets appear to get the best of her.
I wisk on by wondering aloud "could she possibly recognise me,
or is every stranger a friend?"
The Wisteria trees are in bloom now,
as are the wildflowers that align every street,
children play with everyday items as toys,
while dogs chase them wondering why.
This was my home...yet where is there one that knows my face?
True, I left long ago,
to find the promise of salvation,
a salvation vanquished by my dreams...
without a trace.
If I have a home...it is here.
Still I am a stranger in a strange land...
come home to rest and be reborn -
to relive a thousand memories...
soon I will wake from this dream,
only to wonder again,
from whence it all came...
and to where it has gone.
by Gregory Sexton
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like a Monet painting...lines of demarcation,
elusive and confused.
Sea spray burst through the rocks,
metered by the grainy boulders that line these shores,
and this town.
It is here that I was born,
and now I have returned to take my leave...
from all of this,
from all whom I have loved,
from all that I have loved.
Straw snaps under my feet as I make way
to the other side of the Grove...
there I will sit and remember who it is I claim to be...
and who is it that I am.
The elderly lady from across the fork wrestles with her linens...
one will subdue the other so it seems.
She smiles and waves, as the bedsheets appear to get the best of her.
I wisk on by wondering aloud "could she possibly recognise me,
or is every stranger a friend?"
The Wisteria trees are in bloom now,
as are the wildflowers that align every street,
children play with everyday items as toys,
while dogs chase them wondering why.
This was my home...yet where is there one that knows my face?
True, I left long ago,
to find the promise of salvation,
a salvation vanquished by my dreams...
without a trace.
If I have a home...it is here.
Still I am a stranger in a strange land...
come home to rest and be reborn -
to relive a thousand memories...
soon I will wake from this dream,
only to wonder again,
from whence it all came...
and to where it has gone.
by Gregory Sexton
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Posted: Jun 2013
About this poem:
....going home.
My World
Beautiful girls from heaven above,
the girls I adore, the girls I love.
The sun smiles upon my face
on each and every day;
they light my room, they light my heart
in each and every way.
Unique and special always,
they sparkle my whole world.
I love you girls, my heart to you
will always be unfurled.
the girls I adore, the girls I love.
The sun smiles upon my face
on each and every day;
they light my room, they light my heart
in each and every way.
Unique and special always,
they sparkle my whole world.
I love you girls, my heart to you
will always be unfurled.
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
I wrote this poem for a good man who is a single dad and loves his 2 daughters with all his heart.A gift for him.
YET INSPIRED
All my life I've been different,
Liking many things others don't,
When they would say, "It will",
I'd usually reply, "It won't."
Not that I was unfriendly,
Was rather easy to approach me,
But when I would share my views,
Seems most would readily reproach me,
So I spent alot of time alone,
Wondering why I seemed misunderstood,
Little did I know that one day,
This cold rejection would turn to my good,
You see, it forced me to turn inward,
And I explored the world inside me,
There I discovered a Mighty Creative Force,
Who's only purpose is to guide me,
Yes, rejection hurts a little,
Life may seem at times so mired,
But through the unjust pain of rejection,
You can, you MUST!
Remain,
Yet Inspired
Liking many things others don't,
When they would say, "It will",
I'd usually reply, "It won't."
Not that I was unfriendly,
Was rather easy to approach me,
But when I would share my views,
Seems most would readily reproach me,
So I spent alot of time alone,
Wondering why I seemed misunderstood,
Little did I know that one day,
This cold rejection would turn to my good,
You see, it forced me to turn inward,
And I explored the world inside me,
There I discovered a Mighty Creative Force,
Who's only purpose is to guide me,
Yes, rejection hurts a little,
Life may seem at times so mired,
But through the unjust pain of rejection,
You can, you MUST!
Remain,
Yet Inspired
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Posted: Aug 2018
About this poem:
Frank Zappa once said, "It's a drag being rejected." True. But to me, interpreting our world differently than most is evidence that we're on a more enlightened journey through this reality, whatever the f**k it is!?
online today!My Old Friend
One can never ask
For such things as
When we are given
The right time and
The right place perhaps
We were fortunate then
We are fortunate now
We’ve known each other
For a long, long time
Since before we were born
Since before the grave
How else can we describe
The life we were given
The childhood memories
Growing up on the same street
Living next door to each other
Playing with our matchbox toys
In a pile of sand
Left over by the plow
There were spring tulips
And tender green meadows
And our summer gardens
Then the stiff leaves rustling
In the chilly fall air
The big snowstorms brewing
And our snow forts
The street lights burning
Above our blue igloos
There was you my friend
And there was me
For such things as
When we are given
The right time and
The right place perhaps
We were fortunate then
We are fortunate now
We’ve known each other
For a long, long time
Since before we were born
Since before the grave
How else can we describe
The life we were given
The childhood memories
Growing up on the same street
Living next door to each other
Playing with our matchbox toys
In a pile of sand
Left over by the plow
There were spring tulips
And tender green meadows
And our summer gardens
Then the stiff leaves rustling
In the chilly fall air
The big snowstorms brewing
And our snow forts
The street lights burning
Above our blue igloos
There was you my friend
And there was me
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Posted: Dec 2022
About this poem:
A little nostalgia for the girl next door.
Birds that never flew
Sometimes on a summer
when the skies are blue
I think about those childhood friends
the birds that never flew
Dead and gone by accident
sicknesses we knew
I only hope they're growing tall
on some sweet avenue
when the skies are blue
I think about those childhood friends
the birds that never flew
Dead and gone by accident
sicknesses we knew
I only hope they're growing tall
on some sweet avenue
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Posted: Jul 2021
About this poem:
simple elegy for the ones we left behind
Why do you read my poems
Are you a vouyer to my past
To read my words
From my lifes journey
On my journey of life's toil
To find my hidden sole
my life
You read with such glee
To find that hint of me
My past my present
My future not told
I create these words from my heart
My words for
I can see
who i am but sometimes life hides this from me to the future life is hidden from me
On my ever ending posted life of me
To read my words
From my lifes journey
On my journey of life's toil
To find my hidden sole
my life
You read with such glee
To find that hint of me
My past my present
My future not told
I create these words from my heart
My words for
I can see
who i am but sometimes life hides this from me to the future life is hidden from me
On my ever ending posted life of me
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Posted: Mar 2021
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From Parent to Child
FROM PARENT TO CHILD
I gave you life, but I cannot live it for you
I can teach you things, but I cannot make you learn
I can give you directions, but I cannot always be there to lead you
I can allow you freedom, but I cannot account for it
I can take you to church, but I cannot make you believe
I can teach you right from wrong, but I cannot always decide for you
I can buy you beautiful clothes, but I cannot make you lovely inside
I can offer you advice, but I cannot accept it for you
I can give you love, but cannot make you lovable
I can teach you to share, but I cannot make you unselfish
I can teach you respect, but I can't force you to show honor
I can advise you about friends, but I cannot choose them for you
I can teach you about sex, but I cannot keep you pure
I can tell you the facts of life, but I can't build your reputation
I can tell you about drink, but I can't say NO for you
I can warn you about drugs, but I can't prevent you from using them
I can tell you about lofty goals, but I can't achieve them for you
I can teach you kindness, but I can't force you to be gracious
I can warn you about sins, but I can't make your morals
I can love you as a child, but I can't place you in God's family
I can pray for you, but I cannot make you walk with God
I can teach you about Jesus, but cannot make Jesus your Lord
I can tell you how to live, but cannot give you eternal life
Based on an Extract form Author: Medard Laz (from the book "Love Adds a Little Chocolate")
I gave you life, but I cannot live it for you
I can teach you things, but I cannot make you learn
I can give you directions, but I cannot always be there to lead you
I can allow you freedom, but I cannot account for it
I can take you to church, but I cannot make you believe
I can teach you right from wrong, but I cannot always decide for you
I can buy you beautiful clothes, but I cannot make you lovely inside
I can offer you advice, but I cannot accept it for you
I can give you love, but cannot make you lovable
I can teach you to share, but I cannot make you unselfish
I can teach you respect, but I can't force you to show honor
I can advise you about friends, but I cannot choose them for you
I can teach you about sex, but I cannot keep you pure
I can tell you the facts of life, but I can't build your reputation
I can tell you about drink, but I can't say NO for you
I can warn you about drugs, but I can't prevent you from using them
I can tell you about lofty goals, but I can't achieve them for you
I can teach you kindness, but I can't force you to be gracious
I can warn you about sins, but I can't make your morals
I can love you as a child, but I can't place you in God's family
I can pray for you, but I cannot make you walk with God
I can teach you about Jesus, but cannot make Jesus your Lord
I can tell you how to live, but cannot give you eternal life
Based on an Extract form Author: Medard Laz (from the book "Love Adds a Little Chocolate")
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Posted: Mar 2019
About this poem:
Based on an extract from Author: Medard Laz (from the book "Love Adds a Little Chocolate"). * My Mom typed out the above poem for me when I was a teenager. If you like, you may want to consider passing it along to your son / daughter. I know it gave me food for thought. LolPoems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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