Family Poems (502)

I lie in wait for what? My death, his death, their death?
I dug my hole so deep have I done this so I can’t peep
Or maybe I dug deep so I would R.I.P
Another bang another scare someone cries while another one dies
The skies a glare with red and yellow flares
Is it too late to find the God I ignored for so long to save my retched soul, is it, is it, is it?
With all the weapons at my disposal to kill and mane my fellow man, to leave his children without a father, a wife without a husband, a mother and father without a son
Why should it be me, why should it be me, why, why, why?
My father was a great man, taught me right from wrong
He taught me love was the way forward he told me that fighting was for the weak
He used to say “The stronger man would walk away” where are you dad today?
I see my father’s eyes the night he passed away fighting an unseen enemy that crept up to him and ate him away, maybe a bullet to my head tonight would be best instead of that cancerous disease that took my father away.
The lights have stopped the bombs have ceased a new day dawns it’s time to feast
So now it’s time to call back home to a wife that still has a husband my children that still have a dad
and a mum that still has a son.

A Cry

A cry of any living thing
Is so hard to bear.
To save a life, that's all it takes,
You feel a glow that was not there.
A baby needing a warm touch,
A dog fighting to stay alive.
An animal running from being hunted,
An accident in sight.
Some brave soul gives a helping hand
So one may see the light.
Do not hurt the innocent babe,
Or beat an animal till it dies.
There are people who want to help
Each living, hurting soul.
They want to stop the cries out there.
It only takes a little time,
And when you have done a goodly deed,
One has peace inside.
Sue Lee Hart

Freedom

You started to climb the mountaintop,
The highest in the world.
The air is thin,
Your breath seems short,
The struggle of getting there.
But once on top,
You can't believe,
How breathtaking it's become.
The trees are in abundance there,
The lakes are clear as glass,
The air so fresh,
The birds fly high,
You feel that you could touch the sky.
You feel a calmness that was not there,
A freedom and a piece of mind.
The strength of the world most high,
You feel lucky to be alive.
Sue Lee Hart
Copyright ©2008 Sue Lee Hart


The Church Bell

The church bell toiled,
So loud and strong,
It did not even stop,
People wondered what was going on,
Was someone in need or a fire about.
They ran to the church in a panic that day,
They looked all over each part of the church,
And found that there was no one around.
But the church bell kept chiming.
So one went to the top of the church,
And saw a cat stuck to the rope,
Not even touching the ground.
The cat was just hanging, Waiting to be found.
The church bell stopped chiming when the cat was let down,
They put a grate over the space to the bell,
To prevent an animal roaming,
And silenced the bell.
And now when the church bell is chiming,
The town people will come running,
It is a signal for help in the town.
Sue Lee Hart
Copyright ©2008 Sue Lee Hart

The Little Dancer

Here she is just three years old,
And loves to dance about.
She spins around on her tiny toes,
And she gets dizzy and falls to the ground.
She gets right up and wiggles her hips,
And runs about with a jump and a kick.
The little dancer has her own little style,
She made her parents laugh and smile.
When the music stops to play,
She gives a bow and walks away.
Sue Lee Hart

Thanks everyone!

at twenty eight
you moan and you groan
you think life is unfair
and has done you wrong

should have gathered acorns
and now be filthy rich
yet there is the curve ball
and life is a b*tch

now at sixty five
you look back and cry
send prayers to heaven
and ask 'why, why, why'

so go live your life
each day by day
then you look back
i did it my way

A little precious bundle coming into your life.
A miracle that is yours to love forever.
For she will always be your little girl,
even when she is grown up.
A precious treasure that is yours to share.
May her dreams soar high and be attained.
May all you see in her future come true.

My baby's gone and left me.
I lie awake at night.
Is she alright?

My baby's gone and left me.
No longer to see.
Does she miss me?

My baby's gone and left me.
Tears are in my eyes.
Ain't no surprise.

My baby's gone and left me.
I wish her no strife.
Light of my life.

Flowing across the street
as if doing something so
simple as to take a walk.
Delighting my eyes with
the colors of the rainbow.
Music playing as it roars
into a crescendo rising up
to great you as if to say
H..E..L..L..O..
This music is carried on
the winds of the world as
it is being played just
for you.
Open your eyes ears to all
the beauty that is before
you it might surprise you.

RESPECT

Respect is something you cannot buy,
I write this poem to tell you why.
Respect is something totally free,
It comes with your integrity.

When you are considerate of,
A person, place or thing you love,
This is having some respect,
What you love you don't neglect.

Showing respect is an obligation,
To be done without resignation.
Even a person you do not know,
Some respect you should show.

We all have our personal space,
Not wanting anyone in our face.
When one's space you do trespass,
They may choose to kick your a**.

It could also be a place,
To disrespect is a disgrace.
You can respect anything,
If some good it will bring.

Those who fail to respect,
Suffer a serious character defect.
Sooner or later the disrespectful,
Always wind up very regretful.

Respect is something that you owe,
As through life you daily go.
Respect is free for you to give,
If a happier life you want to live.

I think about my wife most everyday
I think about my life in every way
I think about my friends both now and then
I think about my path and where I’ve been
I think about my parents while young and old
I think about my past to busy too bold
I think about my kids and the lives they’ll live
I think about the things I failed to give
I think about the way it used to be
I think about the future and what they’ll see
I think about the things I’ve said and done
I think about the loves I’ve lost and won
I think about the time I didn’t get
I think about the adventure it’s been and yet
I think that when I’m gone I will forget
That all these things I think are all we get

A hero can be anyone,
You're important to someone.
You don't have to save a life,
To be a hero to your wife.

You're a hero when you do,
More than what you have to.
Providing things for those you love,
Teaching them of things above.

Teaching others to do their best,
To try harder than the rest.
What they should and should not fear,
And the morels we hold dear.

Helping them to grow mature,
Living life honest and pure.
To do their duty all the time,
And to never commit a crime

Many do that which they should,
Some do not, though they could.
Others only what they must,
Those doing most are easier to trust.

You should be a living example,
Nothing good ever to trample.
If you want to be your best,
You must do more than the rest.