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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
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.
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...
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 1990I have performed this poem for performance poetry
In Donegal, Tyrone and Fermanagh and it has touched many peoples hearts
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
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 happeningThis thing called change
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.....
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.
online today!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
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.
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!
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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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
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.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..."
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.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. Lol
online today!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
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:
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