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Alone in the attic (childhood memory aged 5)
I came into this world without a frown or a smile,
looking back now it seems a very long while,
my early years pushed from pillar to post,
should be seen and never heard,
was I there or a ghost.
My family disjointed-estranged, poles apart,
I thought this was normal right from the start,
love was a word others told,
hugs of emotion left me cold.
Problem child I heard them say,
lock him up and throw him away,
unfamiliar strange was the lyric the tune,
as the door closed behind me,
in my dads attic room.
No carpet no drapes dirty sheet on my bed,
not even a pillow to rest my head,
a broken window let in the breeze,
I cried into the night,
I would surely freeze.
I needed the toilet I banged upon the door,
my only response was a distant roar,
no bulb in the fixture illuminated my plight,
alone in the dark I cried into the night.
Next morning footsteps I had to wait,
the door would creak open and in slid a plate,
baked beans steaming bent over the heat,
cockroaches scurried as they watched me eat.
I was only 5 years old but the memory is clear,
what had I done to end up in here,
nobody loved me my dreams said at night,
alone in the dark in my dads attic out of sight.
looking back now it seems a very long while,
my early years pushed from pillar to post,
should be seen and never heard,
was I there or a ghost.
My family disjointed-estranged, poles apart,
I thought this was normal right from the start,
love was a word others told,
hugs of emotion left me cold.
Problem child I heard them say,
lock him up and throw him away,
unfamiliar strange was the lyric the tune,
as the door closed behind me,
in my dads attic room.
No carpet no drapes dirty sheet on my bed,
not even a pillow to rest my head,
a broken window let in the breeze,
I cried into the night,
I would surely freeze.
I needed the toilet I banged upon the door,
my only response was a distant roar,
no bulb in the fixture illuminated my plight,
alone in the dark I cried into the night.
Next morning footsteps I had to wait,
the door would creak open and in slid a plate,
baked beans steaming bent over the heat,
cockroaches scurried as they watched me eat.
I was only 5 years old but the memory is clear,
what had I done to end up in here,
nobody loved me my dreams said at night,
alone in the dark in my dads attic out of sight.
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Posted: Feb 2013
About this poem:
This poem reflects my plight at the age of 5, I was taken from my mother by my father to an unknown address miles from my family home after my mother was taken into hospital for being kicked in the stomach by my father when she was 8 months pregnant resulting in a miscarriage, then I was told my mother was dead (she wasn't) and lived with my father's new family and 6 children who bullied and abused me, after 11 months my father returned me to my grandma and I was taken into care finally returned to my mother when I was 7 years old.
Madonna Moon
In the still kiss of dawn
Madonna moon murmurs
goodbye to a favorite child.
She fades from a place
where birds, who once
slipped through small hands,
sing of freedom
in a fair, gold sky.
I stand on the edge of morning
scattering my dreams
towards tomorrow.
Madonna moon murmurs
goodbye to a favorite child.
She fades from a place
where birds, who once
slipped through small hands,
sing of freedom
in a fair, gold sky.
I stand on the edge of morning
scattering my dreams
towards tomorrow.
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Posted: Jan 2013
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My Baby's Nursury
It's dark and Baby's fast asleep
until morning when he wakes
he will play with his toys
and animal friend
his little teddy bear
who's so soft and cuddly
to the touch
with a very loving smile
and pretty dark brown eyes
will keep Baby happy for a while.
Then Baby puts it down again
picking up his little rattle
when it shakes it makes loud noises
that makes him very happy
Baby then looks around his cot
he looks for something new
he sees a shiny spinning top
as he pushes the little handle
it plays a lovely tune.
The day goes by, he's getting tired
it's time to go to bed
he'll sleep and dream of cuddly toys
until morning comes again.
until morning when he wakes
he will play with his toys
and animal friend
his little teddy bear
who's so soft and cuddly
to the touch
with a very loving smile
and pretty dark brown eyes
will keep Baby happy for a while.
Then Baby puts it down again
picking up his little rattle
when it shakes it makes loud noises
that makes him very happy
Baby then looks around his cot
he looks for something new
he sees a shiny spinning top
as he pushes the little handle
it plays a lovely tune.
The day goes by, he's getting tired
it's time to go to bed
he'll sleep and dream of cuddly toys
until morning comes again.
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
What goes through the mind of a little baby in a nursery, it is Baby's little poem, My Baby's Nursery. this was written for a boy baby by changing a few words it can also reflect a girl Baby. My only child's poem.
For U
Passing the ball to
and fro knowing you have
to get to the basket
is your goal.
The ball might get
away somehow.
Getting the shot
1, 2, 3, racking them
up for all to see.
Winning the game
Rah Rah Rah forever
now i am a star.
and fro knowing you have
to get to the basket
is your goal.
The ball might get
away somehow.
Getting the shot
1, 2, 3, racking them
up for all to see.
Winning the game
Rah Rah Rah forever
now i am a star.
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Posted: Nov 2012
About this poem:
Son playing basketball
To Boldly Go.......
Seldom following the foot path of life
A trail always winding not straight and smooth
Our sorrows like pricker bushes are rife
Many scraps and scratches we need to soothe
When caution falls in the way of our haste
When each foot step is not carefully placed
When in our boldness our trust is misplaced
When we fail to notice shoes are still laced
Always fear grows in the darkening dusk
With goals of growing from darkness to light
Civilize manners a little less brusque
Boldness becomes a little more contrite
Still hope for mankind should we slow the pace
Sometimes timidity's a safer place
A trail always winding not straight and smooth
Our sorrows like pricker bushes are rife
Many scraps and scratches we need to soothe
When caution falls in the way of our haste
When each foot step is not carefully placed
When in our boldness our trust is misplaced
When we fail to notice shoes are still laced
Always fear grows in the darkening dusk
With goals of growing from darkness to light
Civilize manners a little less brusque
Boldness becomes a little more contrite
Still hope for mankind should we slow the pace
Sometimes timidity's a safer place
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
This poem is a commentary on the invasive pace of modern lifestyles."To boldly goes where no one has gone before" epitomizes a spirit
much different than a child's natural shyness. I was such a child, once shy and fearful of life. With so many uncertainties about the direction of society, harm to environment, and political misgivings...is anyplace safe anymore?
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.Break The Chains
Home after Home
placement after placement
problem after problem
mistake after mistake
no solutions just pain
confusion
until you’re finally free...
placement after placement
problem after problem
mistake after mistake
no solutions just pain
confusion
until you’re finally free...
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
Life of a foster child
One Dream
All her life
She has only one dream
To reach the sky
Jump as high as she can
Fly wherever she desires
Be whatever she wants
She only has one thing to remember
It is when she can feel the ground then she would be able to jump
She has only one dream
To reach the sky
Jump as high as she can
Fly wherever she desires
Be whatever she wants
She only has one thing to remember
It is when she can feel the ground then she would be able to jump
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
Inspired by some pics a friend took during our trip to Kelagian Island, a small unpopulated island in Lampung, Sumatera last weekend.A Cry Out
How could you do this to ME?
For i look at myself in the
mirror and i see YOU.
This is not who i want to
see or even ever be.
I need to be myself and
not see you for you turn
my WHOLE WORLD BLUE.
You make me HATE MYSELF
in every way when i see
YOUI each day.
Yet it is me in the mirror
and i must begin to realize
i am not YOU or ever
plan to be.
This line is true.
Even though i do not want
to HATE YOU i can not help
to think it might be true.
If i look at myself and i
see you i want to cut it
up hurt it and never exist
in this form anymore.
I can not believe YOU did
not know YOU had made me
want to DIE instead of look
like YOU or act like YOU.
Many times you made me feel
like i should be DEAD instead
of the person YOU are.
I am sorry to place this on
YOU, but only you caused this
TORTURE in me daily for you
were my BIOLOGICAL MOTHER.
You let them BEAT on me and
MOLEST me in every way.
It was like you did not
care about me only the MEN
in your life and your
A L C O H O L too.
That was all you turned to.
For i look at myself in the
mirror and i see YOU.
This is not who i want to
see or even ever be.
I need to be myself and
not see you for you turn
my WHOLE WORLD BLUE.
You make me HATE MYSELF
in every way when i see
YOUI each day.
Yet it is me in the mirror
and i must begin to realize
i am not YOU or ever
plan to be.
This line is true.
Even though i do not want
to HATE YOU i can not help
to think it might be true.
If i look at myself and i
see you i want to cut it
up hurt it and never exist
in this form anymore.
I can not believe YOU did
not know YOU had made me
want to DIE instead of look
like YOU or act like YOU.
Many times you made me feel
like i should be DEAD instead
of the person YOU are.
I am sorry to place this on
YOU, but only you caused this
TORTURE in me daily for you
were my BIOLOGICAL MOTHER.
You let them BEAT on me and
MOLEST me in every way.
It was like you did not
care about me only the MEN
in your life and your
A L C O H O L too.
That was all you turned to.
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Posted: Sep 2012
About this poem:
abuse in every manner possible caused by my biological mom and her boyfriends. She was an alcolholic abusive mom. I have just come to terms with this. Poem and letter to her maybe she will admit what she did2 kids.....
Hanzel and Gretel
you see lost their
way and found a
place of humility.
They did not know
where their home
was or even why
this had happened
to them only that
their father had
always been a
friend.
They came upon a
house as sweet as
candy for all they
wanted to do was
eat from it until
they were full.
A lady came out
and offered a meal.
They went inside
but all she wanted
to do was fatten
them and eat them.
For she was a witch
who they pushed into
the oven, for now
they were safe once
more.
All they had to do is
follow their heart to
their father with the
treasure they found
for they could be
happy for eternity.
For money was no
longer a problem
you see they had
enough for eternity.
you see lost their
way and found a
place of humility.
They did not know
where their home
was or even why
this had happened
to them only that
their father had
always been a
friend.
They came upon a
house as sweet as
candy for all they
wanted to do was
eat from it until
they were full.
A lady came out
and offered a meal.
They went inside
but all she wanted
to do was fatten
them and eat them.
For she was a witch
who they pushed into
the oven, for now
they were safe once
more.
All they had to do is
follow their heart to
their father with the
treasure they found
for they could be
happy for eternity.
For money was no
longer a problem
you see they had
enough for eternity.
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Posted: Sep 2012
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