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steve1223

Christmas

Through the keyhole slyly I peek
To see what lays beyond there
Has Santa come, the presents brought
And piled them high in there

What did he bring for me this year
So gaily wrapped these presents
I tried my best, I really did
I thought I'd been a good boy

I'd love a bike, or pogo stick
Or even an electric train set
Maybe a car to pedal around
Or an outfit like a cowboy

Yet all I saw when peek I did
Was mum and dad in there
Off to bed I'd better go
Or Santa might not be coming
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
Dredged up from a memory from the dark and distant past when I was about 7
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agoodguy2have

digress

switched into the voiceless, helpless abyss
Is there no one to talk to out here?
can anyone here my frustration at this?
I know I am "very important to us" but
can we talk...like "h.e.l.l.o."

"how are things going today?...want come coffee?"
"how's that shoulder feeling these days?"
"so tell me, what can I do for you?"

beep..."to review your message
press 1,
if your satisfied with your message
press 2,

if you'd like to go back to childhood
and rethink the whole thing whilst
catching fireflies on some June-night field,
well, just hang up, go to the pantry and find
an old mayonnaise jar and a Bic pen and
punch holes in the top and tear some of that
sweet grass with your loamy fingers and
stuff it in, then run the field casting
palms to the sky in supplication,
gazing at all those stars out above
amazed at what a great thing it is...
to be here...

but I digress"...
"if you'd like to re-record your message
press 3..."

© agoodguy2have 2011-07-28
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Posted: Jul 2011
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ecm1013

King of the unwanted (revised)

I am the king of the unwanted
That is the name I gave to me
I have everything that I need
With the broken promises you made to me

I am the king of waiting alone
The front porch step has become my throne
Where I wait for you patiently
Since you promised you would come back for me

And you lie for what you lack
Gave me the world only to take it back
And you lie for what you lack
I still feel my heart but only where it's cracked

I am the king of the left behind
Search for hours and all you'll find
In my kingdom there's no one else
Because you don't love me more than you love yourself

And you lie for what you lack
Your the reason my heart turned black
And you lie for what you lack
Took my heart away and you can never have it back
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Posted: Oct 2010
About this poem:
After being a single dad for three years, that title had come to have new meaning to me. I wrote this from my 2 son's perspective after their mother lied over and over about coming to get them for her weekend visitation.
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steve1223

What Comes Up The Stairs

Thud, thud, thud, thud
Heavy footsteps on the stairs
What is this that makes this noise
What monster lurks out there

Up the stairs with heavy tread
It could be a goblin
Sharp teeth and long claws
Ready to make me his dinner

Or maybe a giant big and strong
Who is coming up to get me
He'll grind my bones to make his bread
And eat me as a sandwich

It could be a witch so ugly and horrid
And into her oven she'll shove me
She'll bake me slow, golden and tender
I'll be her Sunday roast dinner

Or maybe a beast, wild and ferocious
It'll growl and rip me to shreds
Munch on my bones till nothing is left
And then have a nap after dinner

Creak, creak, creak, creak
The door ever so slowly opens
Oh no it's here, I have to hide
And under the covers I'm diving

A growl fills the room, coming near
My whole little body shaking
Onto the bed this thing takes a leap
And snarls at me under my covers

I jump out of bed and fly in his arms
And laugh at my silly daddy
I knew it was you all the time
And cover his face with my kisses

Time to sleep and all tucked in
Last hugs and kisses
Lights turned off, dad goes downstairs
We'll play this game again tomorrow
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
A game we played when my children were very young
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steve1223

My Big Day

My heart with excitement beats
The day's arrived, it's finally here
Gown of white I wear with pride
A veil my face it covers

My father tall and proudly stands
Our arms are interlocking
Music begins, it's time to start
The long walk down the aisle

I see my mother, tears in her eyes
And I see my brothers and sister
The preacher standing arms outstretched
And the rest of the bridal party


But most of all what catches my eye
Is the handsome man I love there
The look of love and wonderment
As slowly I approach him

Who gives this woman, the preacher asks
I do, my Dad's voice none too steady
And gently took my arms entwined
To place it into another

What a joy near my love to be
This day so very special
The first this day of many more
Of the rest of our life together

And then I wake, was just a dream
For I am only fourteen
Many years have I yet left
To dream my dreams so fancy
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Posted: Jul 2011
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Unknown

Hannahs Day at the Farm

There goes Hannah
climbing a tree
to reach a rooster that
crowed,"cockle doodle dee?!"

Hannah was confused
the rooster was too
So Hannah taught him
to sing cockle doodle doo

There goes Hannah
swimming in the lake
to rescue a duckling that
said, "quake quake quake"

Hannah sad, "I'm truly sorry
but its a well known fact
that little ducklings say
quack, quack, quack!"

Into the barn went our
little Hannah Rae
to teach the long eared donkey
how to bray

It seems our furry friend
was a little mixed up
for instead of braying HEE HAW
He was braying, "Hiccup Hiccup"

Even the dappled gray mare
wouldn't whinny or neigh
She just let out a "Tweet"
when Hannah offered her some hay

The cat mewled, "Cluck"
"Oink", howled the dog
the goose honked, "Baaaa"
"Woof" grunted the big, fat hog

As Hannah was leaving the barn,
she stopped to pet the cow
who looked at her and
bellowed, "Meow"

Our Hannah shook her head
and said, "That wouldn't do
cows really should
just say MOOOO!!"

Hannah was confused
what was happening on the farm?
was there cause
to raise an alarm?

She went to ask Gram and Papa
Papa said with a smile,
"The animals change places
it happens once in awhile"

Grammy said, "They get bored
and pretend to be something else
but by the end of the day,
they are back to being themselves."

Its ok to pretend
but its always best
to be proud of who you are cause
God made you different then the rest.
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
My daughter Hannah was about 4 at the time and loves the critters on her grandparents farm.. She bounces along to visit them all when we are there.. Shes very strong willed and Independent and this idea popped into my head as I was watching her.
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Unknown

* Illusions *

I used to believe in illusion.. there was a time when I would close my eyes and believe that the stars were shining only for me I would carry my illusions with me, as if they were a child in a womb imagining.. that with their birth I'd know complete happiness I would let go of reality within every breath I took. for illusions walked within me like clouds wander the sky - I would ignore it all- but one day.. maturity came to visit, and I was certain that just like innocence it would be harmless and precious. I was wrong.. It walked inside, and stole my illusions.. breaking my heart and fixing it at the same time. For I realized that reality as much as illusion is senseless.. and I'll forever remain an illusionist to my soul.
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Posted: Jul 2011
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Unknown

just a poem

I'm sorry I hurt you- I know it's my fault
I only learned from the past how to hurt and assault

Stay with me though-I know I can love
The people that hurt me-Are all up above

I'm frightened but strong
I now know they were wrong.
A child- i was damaged, scared and confused
an adult, i know i was used and abused.

give me a chance to forget it all
give me a chance to rise from the fall
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Posted: Jun 2011
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steve1223

Choice

I want my mum
I want my dad
Is that too much to ask
I want them both
Where I can see
Not travel to and fro

Why can't they both
Live here with me
I'm not that bad
I'll try to be
Much better still
If you'll come live with me

You say that both
Of you have changed
At present things are different
Love has left, no longer there
Is love for me
Gone the same way

No, no you say
Don't worry so
You love me forever
But how I ask
Can this be so
If both of you have changed

If you can choose
To love me now
And choose to love me ever
Then why I ask
Why can't you choose
To love one another
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Posted: Jun 2011
About this poem:
To a child sometimes things look black and white.
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sophiasummer

Hear

Of all an empty space we are




we still swing to our own



Marupo
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Posted: Jun 2011
About this poem:
those beautiful shells.

Soph
xx
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