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The Child
The child sits in the sun drenched meadow
appearing to stare very intensely afar,
what captures the child's interest?
Nothing that is obvious to any of us.
He seems to be listening intently
is it to the robin who is singing?
The wind brushes across his skin
and he shivers as it touches him.
His mother quietly approaches
gently takes his hand in hers.
He clings tightly and nuzzles her
drawing in her scent to his nostrils.
The sad truth is that this child
is both deaf and blind
no sounds he hears
and no pictures he sees.
He is trapped in a silent world.
And will never see his mothers face.
yet he recognizes her scent
he feels the wind on his skin.
appearing to stare very intensely afar,
what captures the child's interest?
Nothing that is obvious to any of us.
He seems to be listening intently
is it to the robin who is singing?
The wind brushes across his skin
and he shivers as it touches him.
His mother quietly approaches
gently takes his hand in hers.
He clings tightly and nuzzles her
drawing in her scent to his nostrils.
The sad truth is that this child
is both deaf and blind
no sounds he hears
and no pictures he sees.
He is trapped in a silent world.
And will never see his mothers face.
yet he recognizes her scent
he feels the wind on his skin.
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Posted: Aug 2015
About this poem:
I saw an ad by Sense which so moved me, they were asking for a one off £3 payment to buy sensory toys, I donated this poem to them to use in any way they felt fit to promote these children and their needs.
The Best Day In A Childs Life
I sat down beside him.
"I like cheese on toast, wiv peanut butter on top, and jam,
But...Sardines and tomatoes... That's my fav'rit",
Pulling a face now,Shaking his head,
"Don't like ham".
I smiled.
A four year old boy,
sat in a rubbish strewn yard, rats running around,
Playing with an old wooden toy.
He had dirt engrained hands and face,
Short trousers, scuffed and bleeding knees.
"I falled over, it's only a scratch",
I dabbed at them with my handkerchief.
Tough little blighter,
Knew better than to ask for anything at all with a "Please",
"You're a copper aint'cha...?"
"I can tell.... Mom'll be back soon. She'll give you 'ell".
No I thought, she won't,
She's gone to prison for a long time...Right now, she’s sat in a cell.
I took a deep breath.
"Come with me", I said,
"I'll take you away from here,
I know where you can get,
The greatest sardines and tomatoes you ever saw,
On best bread".
His face lit up.
Not looking back, we picked our way to the broken down gate.
I held his hand tight, to the waiting car I led.
"I like cheese on toast, wiv peanut butter on top, and jam,
But...Sardines and tomatoes... That's my fav'rit",
Pulling a face now,Shaking his head,
"Don't like ham".
I smiled.
A four year old boy,
sat in a rubbish strewn yard, rats running around,
Playing with an old wooden toy.
He had dirt engrained hands and face,
Short trousers, scuffed and bleeding knees.
"I falled over, it's only a scratch",
I dabbed at them with my handkerchief.
Tough little blighter,
Knew better than to ask for anything at all with a "Please",
"You're a copper aint'cha...?"
"I can tell.... Mom'll be back soon. She'll give you 'ell".
No I thought, she won't,
She's gone to prison for a long time...Right now, she’s sat in a cell.
I took a deep breath.
"Come with me", I said,
"I'll take you away from here,
I know where you can get,
The greatest sardines and tomatoes you ever saw,
On best bread".
His face lit up.
Not looking back, we picked our way to the broken down gate.
I held his hand tight, to the waiting car I led.
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Posted: Aug 2010
About this poem:
Thought I would like to re-post this old one of mine from "dreamweaver",hope you like it.......Andrew.......xxx
Life in a Box
I made a box for myself
of metal and glass
Each day I peer out
and watch my life pass
In the box in my head
I'm only ever me
The self that I hide
that only I see
My tearstained face
surrounds my soul
this box of fear
or perfect control
The glass made of rules
that I yearn to crack
but the world's too vast
too full of what I lack
But someday I'll grow tired
of the role that I play
As I act out my part
of living each day
I'll crash through the walls
and with blood on my feet
I'll stand in the sun
broken and complete
of metal and glass
Each day I peer out
and watch my life pass
In the box in my head
I'm only ever me
The self that I hide
that only I see
My tearstained face
surrounds my soul
this box of fear
or perfect control
The glass made of rules
that I yearn to crack
but the world's too vast
too full of what I lack
But someday I'll grow tired
of the role that I play
As I act out my part
of living each day
I'll crash through the walls
and with blood on my feet
I'll stand in the sun
broken and complete
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Posted: Jun 2010
About this poem:
Obviously this is far from perfect, but the emotion in it is very real. I wrote this originally in a time where I had set so many rules and limits on myself that I had ceased to be myself. It's something hard to explain unless you know me, but it's my first offering to the community :)
Porch Swing
A beautiful day it really seems to be
A subtle happiness promising more
And seduces away any harm or alarms
What a day to be me
Grandma is cooking blueberry pie
From the berries i picked yesterday
The house smells of a lazy country delight
Oh my what a lovely day to be me
The smell of pinecone trees greet me
As i walk out the door
The neighborhood welcomes me with wide open arms
What a day to be me
Watching down the dirt road of family and friends
Smiles, waves, hugs, and kisses to no end
No one can pass through here without shaking a friendly hand
I love the kids here at the home-made lemonade stand
Running and playing being young while they can
The simple pleasures pass some like time with sand
But here i am thinking happily
What a beautiful day to be me in NC
A subtle happiness promising more
And seduces away any harm or alarms
What a day to be me
Grandma is cooking blueberry pie
From the berries i picked yesterday
The house smells of a lazy country delight
Oh my what a lovely day to be me
The smell of pinecone trees greet me
As i walk out the door
The neighborhood welcomes me with wide open arms
What a day to be me
Watching down the dirt road of family and friends
Smiles, waves, hugs, and kisses to no end
No one can pass through here without shaking a friendly hand
I love the kids here at the home-made lemonade stand
Running and playing being young while they can
The simple pleasures pass some like time with sand
But here i am thinking happily
What a beautiful day to be me in NC
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
a friend from here on CS asked me to write about where i was from and he did the same! this came from the core of my upbringing. please send some feeedback
Ode to my hero...
Ok, so its 4:30am here and im just in from the pubs/clubs and felt like a little rhyme, they are all similar in the type of verse i use, im still not sure what its called, but this type of rhyming sure has a name..
Ode to me hero....
It must be hard,
being who you are,
with a world so welcoming,
yet you come from afar
Your more than a bird,
your more than a plane,
your more than a face,
whizzing past a train
You give people hope,
they sleep sound,
knowing your there,
knowing your around
Your all thats good,
all i hope to be,
it makes me look,
for special things inside of me.
your crimson cape,
flashes up high,
the crowd cheers,
and i start to sigh...
for the people reading,
they just dont see,
for i am you,
and you are me
this poen is about,
who i need to be,
not just a hero,
a man with a dream
I cannot bleed,
I cannot die,
I look at the world,
and again i sigh
i want to be human,
i want to be free,
its really not easy,
to be me....
Ode to me hero....
It must be hard,
being who you are,
with a world so welcoming,
yet you come from afar
Your more than a bird,
your more than a plane,
your more than a face,
whizzing past a train
You give people hope,
they sleep sound,
knowing your there,
knowing your around
Your all thats good,
all i hope to be,
it makes me look,
for special things inside of me.
your crimson cape,
flashes up high,
the crowd cheers,
and i start to sigh...
for the people reading,
they just dont see,
for i am you,
and you are me
this poen is about,
who i need to be,
not just a hero,
a man with a dream
I cannot bleed,
I cannot die,
I look at the world,
and again i sigh
i want to be human,
i want to be free,
its really not easy,
to be me....
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
A little story:I was 6 years old, i entered the living room and was clearly in "the huff", my father asked me what was wrong!?
I said "ok, dad, imagine you were god" he did , "ok, now, if i came to you and said, ok god, give me all the powers of superman, make me that special and i will help YOU, i will make peace, stop wars, cure hunger and save lives, the deal is, if i missuse my powers you can just take them right back..."
my dad pondered for a moment and said
"son, your right, i would give you that chance.."
with that i stood up, placed my hands in my pockets, and shrugged with another deep sigh.. "Then whats gods problem!!? sheesh!!"
back then i really didnt understand why he didnt grant my wish...lol...
Childhood Memories
Sitting on the gate with Meg,Sue and Jane
Waiting for the boys
Where are those lads in scruffy clothes
Still playing with their toys?
Here comes Jimmy swaggering
Catapult in hand
He's wondering what Bill and George
Have deviously planned.
Jumping down we greet our pal
As other boys join in
Hopping with excitement now
Making such a din.
Down the lane we tumble
What mischief shall we plan
Scrumping in the orchard
On Farmer Giles's land.
A butterfly with outstretched wings
Warms up in the morning sun
Wonder where he goes at night
When the day is done.
Let's make a camp in yonder wood
Play hide and seek or track
I'd love to be alone in there
With Jimmy's brother Jack!
How time has flown since first we met
Down by the garden gate
My own young ones now take my place
As down the path they wait.
Waiting for the boys
Where are those lads in scruffy clothes
Still playing with their toys?
Here comes Jimmy swaggering
Catapult in hand
He's wondering what Bill and George
Have deviously planned.
Jumping down we greet our pal
As other boys join in
Hopping with excitement now
Making such a din.
Down the lane we tumble
What mischief shall we plan
Scrumping in the orchard
On Farmer Giles's land.
A butterfly with outstretched wings
Warms up in the morning sun
Wonder where he goes at night
When the day is done.
Let's make a camp in yonder wood
Play hide and seek or track
I'd love to be alone in there
With Jimmy's brother Jack!
How time has flown since first we met
Down by the garden gate
My own young ones now take my place
As down the path they wait.
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
Thinking back to long summer days when life was simpler and pleasures more appreciated.
summer morning vision
dimly waking in early morning
tears slowly well in my lids
i hear your sweet voice singing
a noteworthy morning surprise
a quick high note follows long chord
and angelic you appear in the room
I, now, down hallway look perplexed
unsure how we got here from dawn
remember back to front door stoop
toddling citizens passing on lawn
the tea iced our throats, mint cool
as ants lined the cracks of June
the peanut buttered crumbs bounced
from bread to knee to walk
the ants, mini Atlas's grab 'n haul
the newfound booty back to den
each kind cares for it's own
observers only in other societies
i look at you as you coo progeny
gently mentoring generations coming
be day or night, the time we got
together is what life's all about
sweet strains of song hummed 'n sung
bring me back to us, where we belong
© agoodguy2have 2010-07-29
tears slowly well in my lids
i hear your sweet voice singing
a noteworthy morning surprise
a quick high note follows long chord
and angelic you appear in the room
I, now, down hallway look perplexed
unsure how we got here from dawn
remember back to front door stoop
toddling citizens passing on lawn
the tea iced our throats, mint cool
as ants lined the cracks of June
the peanut buttered crumbs bounced
from bread to knee to walk
the ants, mini Atlas's grab 'n haul
the newfound booty back to den
each kind cares for it's own
observers only in other societies
i look at you as you coo progeny
gently mentoring generations coming
be day or night, the time we got
together is what life's all about
sweet strains of song hummed 'n sung
bring me back to us, where we belong
© agoodguy2have 2010-07-29
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Posted: Jul 2010
About this poem:
hmmmm...Once upon a black sheep
"Do you remember, when I was six, you told me I was a mistake"
you miscarried before me, but I took their place...
"you made it clear right from the start, my life would not be easy, your words of resent, so true and so stark"
"you beat me regularly, often within an inch of my life...but with each time i survived you came back harder, determined with hatred and blind rage, you cut me sharper than the sharpest knife"
"A young boy contemplating suicide, and wishing himself to die, born without love, or emotions, and with no family ties"
"And now, a man I have become, strong, sensitive, and working with the deprived, my own experiences ensuring that in your own childhood, you indeed shall strive"
"Now you seek me out with your welcoming arms spread far and wide, and why, because I have made my mark, a successful Author am i"
"I forgive you my mother and my father, but fold your arms now, hang them by your side, for that little boy you made suffer has long since died"
you miscarried before me, but I took their place...
"you made it clear right from the start, my life would not be easy, your words of resent, so true and so stark"
"you beat me regularly, often within an inch of my life...but with each time i survived you came back harder, determined with hatred and blind rage, you cut me sharper than the sharpest knife"
"A young boy contemplating suicide, and wishing himself to die, born without love, or emotions, and with no family ties"
"And now, a man I have become, strong, sensitive, and working with the deprived, my own experiences ensuring that in your own childhood, you indeed shall strive"
"Now you seek me out with your welcoming arms spread far and wide, and why, because I have made my mark, a successful Author am i"
"I forgive you my mother and my father, but fold your arms now, hang them by your side, for that little boy you made suffer has long since died"
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Posted: May 2010
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A Doll Like You
I started out as an idea, place in a lady’s head,
She fashioned me of porcelain, and I listened as she said,
“For you I'll give you golden locks and eyes of baby blue,
And rosy cheeks and lips of red and pretty lashes too.”
I'll make you dimples on each cheek, and one upon your chin,
For you a smile just will not do, you'll have a special grin.
I'll give your eyes a loving spark, with just a dash of white,
And make them glisten happily, a clear glaze will catch the light.
I'll make some tiny stockings, and a pair of bloomers too,
And a slip made out of satin, trimmed in lace will only do.
I'll make for you a velvet dress, and a bonnet just to match,
I'll put upon your tiny feet, shoes that have a golden latch.
I'll fix your long and golden hair, into shiny finger curls,
And tie them with a long silk bow, that falls gently as it swirls.
I'll make your colors soft and sweet, as if in a flowered field,
I'll weave for you a basket, a cradled bouquet will be revealed.
I'll sign your nape with loving care, and place you in full view,
For you came from a loving heart, your life is now anew.
A little girl will come one day, and hold you oh so tight,
And whisper secrets in your ears, and pray with you at night.
She'll feel the love that created you, and gave to you your life,
And you'll be there to comfort her, though her hardest times of strife.
You'll share her joys and her pain, and to her you'll be so true,
What little girl upon this earth wouldn't want A Doll Like You?”
She fashioned me of porcelain, and I listened as she said,
“For you I'll give you golden locks and eyes of baby blue,
And rosy cheeks and lips of red and pretty lashes too.”
I'll make you dimples on each cheek, and one upon your chin,
For you a smile just will not do, you'll have a special grin.
I'll give your eyes a loving spark, with just a dash of white,
And make them glisten happily, a clear glaze will catch the light.
I'll make some tiny stockings, and a pair of bloomers too,
And a slip made out of satin, trimmed in lace will only do.
I'll make for you a velvet dress, and a bonnet just to match,
I'll put upon your tiny feet, shoes that have a golden latch.
I'll fix your long and golden hair, into shiny finger curls,
And tie them with a long silk bow, that falls gently as it swirls.
I'll make your colors soft and sweet, as if in a flowered field,
I'll weave for you a basket, a cradled bouquet will be revealed.
I'll sign your nape with loving care, and place you in full view,
For you came from a loving heart, your life is now anew.
A little girl will come one day, and hold you oh so tight,
And whisper secrets in your ears, and pray with you at night.
She'll feel the love that created you, and gave to you your life,
And you'll be there to comfort her, though her hardest times of strife.
You'll share her joys and her pain, and to her you'll be so true,
What little girl upon this earth wouldn't want A Doll Like You?”
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Posted: Jul 2010
About this poem:
Dedicated to My Sister, who is a Prominent Porcelain Doll Maker. She is in a Battle with Breast Cancer right now. This one is for her! It Honors Her Talents as a Doll Maker!My Dear Son
My dear son,
My life, my love, my sun!
I cried with joy
The day when you was born
I work alot
For you to have your wants
I don't sleep
When you are getting sick
I don't blame you
When you'r being weak
I bring you food
Protect you from the world
I hold your hand
And you are getting strong
I stop my dreams
I sacrifice my life
For you
To have me near by your side
My life, my love, my sun!
I cried with joy
The day when you was born
I work alot
For you to have your wants
I don't sleep
When you are getting sick
I don't blame you
When you'r being weak
I bring you food
Protect you from the world
I hold your hand
And you are getting strong
I stop my dreams
I sacrifice my life
For you
To have me near by your side
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Posted: Oct 2009
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