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niah9

Rivers of Life.

Today I saw a photo, and was transported back
To a time so long ago, well past and a different track
I was a child, and the future was still waiting to unfurl
I was shy, and no doubt a confused little girl

Surrounded by cousins, who all seemed to know
Where their lives were heading, all eager to go
Yet as I stood, on wide open river plains
Life was simple, family, seasons and rain

I admit hot weather, never appealed to me
As I had no idea, where life would finally be
No longer living beside that famous river, I am
Day dreaming as then, because I still can

We never know what life, for us has in store
Though we dream, digging deep into our core
Travelling through life's ups and downs
Sometimes smiling, and with the odd frown

Our past is important, it makes us who we are
And usually when borders aren't closed, we travel far
We aim to be happy, and enjoy our journey true
Pausing at times to reflect, getting on with it on cue
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Posted: Jun 2020
About this poem:
On Face Book I saw a photo of a huge ship travelling along the Thames.....everything changes...or does it.
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Unknown

NOBBY

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Nobby was my little brother

However he was driven mentally insane

There wasn’t a thing I could do

To stop the torture or the mental pain

 

Oh Nobby I am so sorry

That you were born to be a boy

To be toughened up

For my parents to destroy

 

Punch after punch Blow after blow

From a boxer in the army

Daddy beat you up

Into an emotional Tsunami

 

So when you grew up

You flipped your wig

Beating up everyone

You felt really big

 

Your wife and three daughters

Had to go into hiding

Yet her dad was the only one

She could confide in

 

Bashing on his door

Shouting “where’s my fu*king wife"

Threatening the old man

With a petrol chainsaw knife

 

 
Smashing up his van

By ramming yours into his

Terrifying the neighbours

And your own kids

 

The hatred that was in you

Wouldn’t allow you any peace

Until your father-in-law

Lifted the shotgun

And the double barrel he released

 

He blew away your head

While you were rolling a cigarette

Outside a London police station

Without a single regret

 

He received two years sentence

Cus he was provoked beyond all doubt

I visited him in prison

With cigarette papers and some snout

 

I just wanted to hear his story

Letting him know I bare no grudge

To bring him my forgiveness

As God is the only judge

 

He may have pulled the trigger

Of that double barrelled gun

Yet who loaded the ammunition?

Yes my dad and my mum...
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Posted: Nov 2017
About this poem:
This is a true account of my brother's homicide in 1990
I have performed this poem for performance poetry
In Donegal, Tyrone and Fermanagh and it has touched many peoples hearts
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Tinaw33

The Tree

I mistook a tree
For a flower
It looked the same
Acted the same
Was the same
But then I realised
It was a butterfly
And smiled
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Posted: Jan 2020
About this poem:
Keeps happening
This thing called change
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candykid

Bittersweet

When I leave this Earth that I have walked upon...
Will I be glad or sad I'm gone?...
If there's a chance to return again...
Dare I come back?.....God knows I've sinned...

The bitter salts of this cursed Earth...
Taste sweet to children tricked since birth...
Sour things seemed sweet to me...
Such things I never knew would hurt...

Ice isn't warm, cold cannot heat...
You won't get tricked, get tricked like me...
I'll look for you in Earth's worst times...
Tell you the truth.....salt isn't sweet.....
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Posted: Nov 2019
About this poem:
A few thoughts....Happy Thanksgiving.
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ooby_dooby

Mom didn't die today

My mother was far from perfect
She always drank to excess
She tried to drown her loneliness
In beer and booze I guess

Came home from school one day
To find her on the floor
My sister and brother were there
And rags stuffed under the door

The whole house of gas did smell
All 4 burners were on they said
The oven door was open as well
The 3 of us wrestled her to bed

By morning she had sobered up
Alive, to face another day
Found her broken coffee cup
With hardly a reason to pray
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Posted: Mar 2017
About this poem:
This was a day in my life when I was about 10 years old.
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theoneuwant58

Wishing and Hoping

When we are born,
we don't have a choice.
Our parents will love us,
we listen to the voice.
As we grow older,
we then start to wish,
toys,nice food,nice home and love.

We go to school,
at first,it's not nice.
If the building is old,
we might even see mice.
Towards the end of our schooling,
we start to realize.
That wishing and hoping,
not happening,before our eyes!
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Posted: Aug 2019
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mcradloff

90's Songs

1990
U Can't Touch This - MC Hammer

1991
Black or White - Michael Jackson

1992
Baby Got Back - Sir Mix-A-Lot

1993
Linger - The Cranberries

1994
I Swear - All-4-One

1995
Gangsta's Paradise - Coolio

1996
Killing Me Softly With His Song - The Fugees

1997
MMMbop - Hanson

1998
Ghetto Superstar - Pras

1999
I Want It That Way - Backstreet Boys
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Posted: Aug 2019
About this poem:
I do karaoke every Thursday night unless there is a Packers game, Thanksgiving, or bad weather. The DJ said he was having a 90's costume party with 100 dollars for best dressed of a famous person from that decade. I picked out my favorite song from each year. Needless to say it has been thin pickings since the 2000's have come about.
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AnnyBee1

DEAR DIARY

"Dear Diary," how do you get everybody to be so trusting?
To tell their deepest secrets without withholding.
They just open up and allow their thoughts to be free,
Not worrying if you will judge them,they just let it be.

You come in so many colours to show you are not bias by race,
You never rush but allows one to express at their own pace.
Your pages scribble,cried on,torn but you don't complain,
Misspelled words,naughty thoughts cause you no pain.

Advertised on a bookshelf waiting to be sold,
Each word written makes the purchase worth more than gold.
For once we write," Dear Diary,"
Then after that it becomes our greatest duty,
to keep this precious book carefully,
Disguised in absolute privacy.

"Dear Diary," Oh how you listen to us grow,
Keeping our inner thoughts that no one else can know.
Our dreaming,
Our losing,
Our winning,
Our every emotion blatantly displaying.

And with each day,each year, you have kept intact,
It is such a pleasure to turn your pages and look back.

To that first day when with shaking hands I trusted you entirely,
And began life's journey,
With the trusted words,"Dear Diary..."
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Posted: Jul 2019
About this poem:
I remembered my first diary and how I felt keeping this precious book.
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Unknown

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")
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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. Lol
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Yankee4you

Springtime In The Mountains

There is still a chill in the air
Smell our clothes hanging bare
Out on the clothesline again
The frost still in the ground
When first showers of vernal rain
Making puddles in the street
Waiting for the sound of little feet
Tramping and stomping along
Sounds made louder by the slush
Nearby a shrinking pile of snow
Hear the laughter and pure joy
First dandelions made into a chain
A child’s smiles…. triumphantly
Splashing along as she goes
The songbirds first melody
Comes on the rising whips of fog
Stillness drifts o'er the orchard
Passed along all these lost thoughts
Buried in time just like among these
And all our memories also planted
Like seeds in our consciousness
Waiting patiently while love will grow
Waiting all this time to take us home
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Posted: Feb 2019
About this poem:
Trying to create a little springtime mood in this one……..
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