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I am an evil parent,
I know that this is true,
it’s a crime against humanity,
the things I make you do.
It’s really mental cruelty,
when I start to shout and ball,
of jam that’s splattered up the stairs,
the cornflakes in the hall.
The smelly socks that span the landing,
really aren’t at all outstanding,
It wasn’t you that broke the door,
nor dropped the clothes that sprawl your floor.
I bought a cake for Sunday lunch,
you ate it all and called it brunch.
I made a pud all yummy goo,
you took one look and scoffed that too.
Some things I do you find obscene,
like fill a plate with things of green.
As if such things would pass your lips,
so I relent and you have chips.
It’s Amnesty for brussel sprouts,
a swede would give you temper bouts.
A hormone rush you’d scream and rage,
I daren’t tell you to ‘act your age’.
‘Your music’s loud’ I say so bold,
a grumpy fart and oh so old.
But all these things they are forgiven,
when Speech Day prizes they are given.

If all the worlds are
"the" stage

When one can put out the truth

drop the cloth

away
from "the" stage

Sincerely

"then" or "thus"

"I am home"


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SS
XX

A Snatch away

"but I am innocent!"
my plight
so sudden left guttered

I am innocent
please help me

The tower stood, creeping before me

I knew it was

The penalty

The great key that opened my cage
Dark rank smell

A living hell

All sealed

The wax has dried

My final hours
tis here
Shall I reside

My plight
for this last moment

I shall not make a burden

"Still the bell tolled"

I grasped all I could
to squeeze all my good

Forgive those against me
I leave
To only be understood

I always believed

Then
The executioner's
Silent shout

"And the bell tolled"

Deep down in my wet, rat ridden
cell
dripping waters
slow growing
the mold within my walls

My optical vision
heart felt call
for a rat
I called Saul

Alive breathing a moment dear Saul
My only friend

What fear would he know of mine
to where I sit writing
awaiting my time

I'm about to be slaughtered

You love me I know
you live amongst the slime
My final days of this time

My time has come
The guards are here
You know I caused no crime

Off you go now
make sure you come back

For the innocence's like me

To share company
Of a crime
That was not as we see
ssshhh who would ever say

Hear Saul
my family starved

In beds of wheat
Sickness abound

Couldn't let it happen
it was only me
no body around

My love for you all

We ate well that night

Yes unmastered
To carry on with the peoples plight

Crushing apples
They wanted me dead

No worries
to the core
of old ways they bled

"I stole the apples I stole the bread
even chance of squirted milk
I stole upon my stealth"

Hiding in the rubbish dump
hide and seek
my friend beside me
Full tummy we had

Stirring..... soldiers noticed

Then his friend
shot dead

They were 14 years old
then

Incarcerated Paddy was
To slip away
Ships ahoy!

Such a young

Aged boy
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Sophia E
XX
For you My Paddy
My Grand Dad xx

The third child born, the only girl,
A precious little thing.
And when she smiled the room lit up,
And caused the world to sing.

At two years old she'd just begun,
To run and feed herself.
Already curious about the books,
That sat upon my shelf.

Then tragedy unspeakable,
While fighting off the flu,
Immune system went haywire,
Her brainstem ravaged through.

She had to learn to walk and talk,
And use her hands again,
But doggedly she tried and tried,
I worried so back then.

Some gave up but not this one,
The bravest little girl.
She worked so hard and never quit,
To make it in this world.

Til finally she had come back,
Except one dragging foot.
The one worked fine but hard it was,
The other one to put.

She'd point down to her legs and scold,
The one that gave her trouble.
"Good foot, bad foot," she would say while,
Pointing one to other.

Then one day through my front door,
She walked so straight and tall.
And marched herself right up to me,
Without a limp at all.

Where I sat there upon the floor,
She shoved "bad foot" at me,
And wriggled it up in my face,
She grinned, said, "Pawpee, see?"

I cried then, and I'm crying now,
The tears of joy I shed.
For my precious little girl.
And those brave words she said.

ME
HOLD ME LOOSE BUT LOVE ME.
LET ME SEE WHAT I CAN BE.
ALL MY LIFE I'VE BEEN FOR OTHERS.
SOMEONE'S CHILD, SOMEONES WIFE,
SOMEONE'S MOTHER.
I'VE LOVED THEM ALL.
BUT NOW, YOU SEE.
I WANT TO KNOW WHAT I CAN BE.
IF I BE ME

A single mom at age fifteen,
A mind of her own, entire.
When women's lib came on the scene,
No changes were required.

She raised her daughter up to be,
Equally independent.
In ev'ry way, I have to say,
She was her mom's descendant.

She didn't like the "Grandma" name,
Being only thirty-five.
So Gan-gan was the name she chose,
When her first grandchild arrived.

She worked at jobs for other folks,
No time to be romantic.
My first memory of her work,
Shipping vitamins organic.

Her only child raised up and wed,
She started her own bus'ness.
And quite successful was she too,
To that I am a witness.

Chiropractors phones she answered,
Black phones with dials dismounted.
She never missed a call for them,
The only thing that counted.

Twice a year she would take time off
At Christmas and Thanksgiving.
On Black Friday, go downtown,
To do our Christmas shopping.

The window decorations charmed,
Our little eyes with wonder.
We'd stop and stare in rapt delight,
As the crowds around would thunder.

On streetcars we would make the trip,
Those special times with Gan-gan.
And memory still melts my heart,
Even now as an old man.

she circles slowly
teetering in life
hard to move
hard to hold
patient she enjoys
sun and rest
and rest and sleep
won't be long now
but still a purr
can be coaxed
from the day
satisfaction in
the waiting

© agoodguy2have 2010-09-08

I saw you dancing the other day in the beautiful dress I made for you.

I couldn`t hold my tears back, you were so pretty.

Your smile lit up the room, I was so proud.

I whistled and hollered, drowning out the sounds of all the other parents.

I embarrassed you I know, you turned beat red when the other parents looked at me in annoyance.

I`m sorry honey, I don`t mean to, but I`m your mom and I love you.

When someone uses violence,
To control another's life.
It causes lack of confidence,
Be it daughter, son or wife.

All the anger and frustration,
Can build up inside of you.
Til your desp'rate situation,
May lead you to vi'lence too.

It is often carried forward,
To the children of abuse.
Who then point the finger backward,
Use their parents as excuse.

But you always have your choices,
On this long and winding road.
You can listen to those voices,
Or just choose to change your mode.

You can stand up to that bully,
And thus remove his power.
Even though you realize fully,
It could be your final hour.

All the courage you can manage,
Will just barely be enough,
But you can control the damage,
And prove you're of stronger stuff.

So be kind to those who love you,
So that love may come to you.
Just don't let your demons shove you,
And to thine own self be true.

No empty void or hollow place to fill,
light filling,seeping from within,
my grateful heart's,yield,grown,
absorb my love,rise and bloom.