Family Poems (504)

The chair stands pulled up to the table
tight and proud
You're not comming back
No motion no notion!
The guests of the resaurant rave on
None could even spare a thought
Or an inkling of knowing the timing of your going
All inside me is serene
Perhaps I feel the peace at last
Of that knowing
Your time has past.

I love you
I hate you
I need you

Afraid to love
Afraid to be loved
Push most away
Scared of you

Have many fears
Don’t abandoned me
Tell me you love me
I won’t cry

Shadows always running through my head
Living with this condition
I’ve been given
My head hurts

Don’t judge
Show respect
Nobody’s perfect

1. I remember walking past a high-school
there were a bunch of teenagers more males
then that of females.
As I walking past their school city bus stop,
I heard what they were talking about their parents
and grand parents.

2. Here's what I heard:
"My Mom and Dad and My Grand Mom and Grand Dad
"they are all Old-Fashion and Out dated!"

3. I don't know if your teenagers have said the same thing
in your nation?
Teenagers will come to a point where they think
they know more than their parents and grand parents,
when they come to that point where they think
they know-it-all,
that's when they close their ears to what parents and grand parents
are talking to them about.
When an argument breaks out between teenagers and parents
and grand parents,
I've noted one the first things parents and grand parents
will say to their teenagers.
"Many years ago I use to be a teenager."

4. I've heard teenagers call old people,
"old bag, old woman, old man,
bald headed pool ball,
those teenagers have a word
for every situation that happens."
In a certain place in the Middle-East
people that are almost up to
a hundred years old they're called "young people."
They don't believe in degrading people because of age.
In my book in the United States
I call youngsters!

5. On Pinterest I had seen a man at 91 years
he was exercising he was just quick as a teenager!

6. Adam brought in the gray hair and the wrinkles
took away our long life expectancy.
Just because we all different nations of men
have premature gray hair and wrinkles that
doesn't define us!
Just because you're a teenager
that doesn't automatically make you out
to 'Know-It-All!'

7. If good God had granted me a wish
here's what I would wish for.
"I wish you could give us all long life expectancy to all nations and don't permit
wrinkles and gray hair to happen to all nations."
"When we get laid into our casket that's when gray hair
and wrinkles are permitted to join with us."

Just because a man or a woman walks slow
that doesn't Define them!
They're not old!
They're Youngsters!

8. What's wrong here especially in the United States
you teenagers need to know,
your mom and dad and grand dad and grand mother
had raised you.
Why would you have the gall to call them
"Old Fashion and Out Dated?"

Drifting in thought an element of rot
the stench was in the air
Whod it be, the next one caught
whilst villagers danced with flair

Round and round the dancers danced
whilst about the fire they went
We all looked on as if entranced
upon their movements we just starred

The occasional cry out a singers yell
marking the change of the rhythms drum
One by one like a story the dancers would tell
as the nearby witches in all their glory would hum
they began to make the spell

Seducing and Sultry the movements grew stronger
the Spell was spoken into the air
Each of us transfixed whilst blinking no longer
Upon the flames and movement we starred

Hickery stickery Oh Golems Tomb
Awake dear one we summons thee
We give you strength to appear
Awake now you sleeping sprite
Bring upon us no reigning doom
We give you life to set you free
Come now dear one Drink of our Light

From over yonder came a witch walking
and into the culdron casting the herb
Careful not to interrupt our attention as if to not disturb
More herbs now to herself she kept talking
In some other language she spoke the word

Transfixed even more, onto the fire, we all heard Liar!
a man yelled to another near a tent
a fight broke out and the men settled soon
As if nothing had happened their energy spent

Meanwhile the dancers whirling and twirling
As we kept our transfixed gaze
One of the villagers felt sick, began hurling
All our heads felt weird in a maze
The Witches continued their spell

With a thunderous Snap, Pop, and Crackle
the embers in the fire grew ablaze
The Smoke grew higher, higher and higher
Whilst we felt drunk in a daze

Dillard: "Mom!! Amber wont leave me alone! I'm trying to write a poem here."
Amber: "Dillard come on! get out of the bathroom I need to brush my hair!
Why do you always write poems in the bathroom, anyway? you freak!"
Mom: Dillard, give your sister the bathroom. I've talked to you about this before."
Dillard with his notebook and pen stampered out of the bathroom and went off to his room.
Amber: Finally, you dork!
Dillard yelling: Yeah, well one day I might write about you! What will you say then?!

1. Psalm 138:8

New King James Version

"The Lord will perfect that which concerns me;
Your mercy, O Lord, endures forever;
Do not forsake the works of Your hands."

2. To teenage-girls and grown-up single and married women
there is a way out for you.
The American Men that have traded you having sex with them
in order to have a place a home to stay:

voportland.org

They have men's and women' Recovery Homes
if Portland is full they have Victory Outreach Recovery Homes
in all 50-United States.

3. Victory Outreach Recovery Women's Recovery Homes
are for women that are serious about a real change of life,
and if your significant other shows-up and U want to be done with him
never to see him again.
Then they will call the police on him removing him from seeing you!
If you're serious about your real turn around in your personal life
about how to get a new you in Christ.
Those people in that Women's Recovery Homes they to believe-in
the American Dream.
A huge number of American Men that you women, teenage girls date,
most of them go out of their way putting their foolishness to work for them,
and since you've been in the middle of his hot-mess,[Psalms 38:5]
this Victory Outreach Women's Recovery Home will teach you
when the time comes for you:
They Will Teach You How To Put Your Already Learned Education To
Work For You.

4. To those Ku-Klux-Klan Police in all 50-United States
this is God's Earth I walk on You Fools!

Psalms 14:1 "The fool has said in his heart,
“There is no God.”
They are corrupt,
They have done abominable works,
There is none who does good."

New King James Version

The Curse of the Lord is upon You!
When God gets tired you, you to will be gone.
Your same spirit had slaughtered the Jews in the time of Ruling Hitler,
and it is your soul desire to kill, steal and destroy every nation
of color including the black Americans and Muslims!
Your same spirit had slaughtered all the Native Indians
they had owned the entire United States until you had forcibly
shot all the Native Indian people to steal this land called the United States!
Through past accounts in history you had killed Japanese and Chinese people
because your ruling mob had the name on it -- "Ku-Klux-Klan Mob!"
There were some Italian People you hung-up on those trees in past history,
and you all have the gall to want to take over the world!

5. I'm going to warn you gaming Ku-Klux-Klansmen!
Most of the world outside of the United States Hates Racism!
If foreign missiles hit the United States it will be your fault for keeping
racism going strong.
Foreigners will not tolerate racism of any kind that ranges from A to Z they will tell their different governments
what you had said and had done to them!
Everyone is born with MEMORY!

6. China will never forgive and forget that bomb
you had dropped on Japan!
You United States should be careful how you tread with China.
When they get Racism knocking on their house door
in the United States, the Chinese and the Japanese
will tell their governments what you had said and done to them!!

With horse chestnut leaf wings,
and the softest light steps;
by old willows still pond,
came the granting of dreams.

To a secret walled garden,
they danced with raised knees;
fair sylvan fairies,
following soft summer seeds.

Around old verdant paths,
to the bearded moss bench;
skipped the winged dyad daughters,
under a sky without tears.

'To Pooh-stick Bridge',
one young daughter then cried;
with a twirl of her hem
and wave of her wand.

Down the woods sun dappled path,
alongside the chuckling stream;
guided by the small hand,
of the fairest fairy queen,

Journeyed three searching
for the pixie-up-sticks,
A small one; and a short one;
and a knobbly one still on the tree.

With horse chestnut leaves still,
and the softest lights stepped;
from their own Pooh-stick bridge,
came the descending until,

To the other side all excited,
they whirled round to see;
All shinny faced fairies,
until winners counted three.

Around pine cones and acorns,
over blades of lighted grass;
flew the leafing winged sisters,
under a sky without loss.

But someone old and summer passing
broke the enchantment that day;
and their wands went in the rubbish;
and cried for wings dried away.


Keith Chapman 2011

We all have special memories of our Mom

Playing outside until she would holler come

The times we held her hand and felt safe

Or when she punished us with tears on her face



The first to tell me about my Savior

Telling me to follow his example for my behavior

Pointing to his picture on my bedroom wall

Saying He protects me if I but call



Store these precious memories everyday

For future times when you can remember and say

Thank you Mom for all you have done

For giving me these precious memories for when you are gone

My Dad was my Hero,
Though Him I look for this in a Man.

Quiet Strength
Hard working hand's
A dry, naughty sense of humour
Arm's that will always catch you
Kindness and patience
Pride and Respect
Safe place to fall apart, and know that's okay.

I believe ever Man is capable of this and I know I am worth it because of Him.

He was taken from us in a War when I was 13 but what He left Me was Priceless.

Happy father's Day Dad,
I love you.

Out of nowhere suddenly this beautiful chubby baby boy climbed into my lap, put his little hand around my neck and just looked at me.

As I watched he grew into a young Man.
Smiled into my eyes and kissed my cheek.

"Hello Granny".,
Wiped my eye's,
held me tight then faided away.

Thank you my angel child.

Am good to go a bit longer.

We were young so our playground was a tree, we learnt how to play and grow with the tree.
The tree was left on it’s own, but we both knew it was home, Thanks to the tree we both found home.
She would sit under the tree reading a book and watching me. Me I would look at her and look at the tree.
The wind blowed under the tree where she used to be, but now the leaves have left the tree and her shadow can be seen.
Now the tree is no more and is the one I adore; I sit down where the tree would be lost two great things dear to me.
So I got up and went in my pocket you see, pulled something out just wait and see.
See it’s a seed, what a wonder that tree will be.