Last Commented Family Poems (502)

best pal,
how i wish you would last forevor,
12 years,
gone to soon.

best pal,
with wiggle,
gigle little tail,
and frame so frail.

beat pal,
fur from head to toe,
got to go out,
got to let go,
as you go out,
my doggie door,
how i wish,
you would stay,
my dog forevor more...............

you're just a boy
but you have to become the man
you've had no direction
just the love of your gran
you understand not
the reasons why
your father is everything
in your dreams and your sigh
but you've never met
so how do you know
what it is that
makes your ideals grow
then out of the blue
he's on your stoop
your vision a reality
so whats the scoop
he's down on his luck
and has two mates
but he's everything to you
and opened the gates
your life has direction
or so you may think
until you realise
he is just a fink
only really there
to find his stash
taking advantage of you
as easy as flash
so hope is redeemed
and put on the shelf
where all your concerns
about your self
wander aimlessly
amidst your desire
to be a part of
your fathers admire.............

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

Listen listen listen
Would you stop so that I can talk
If you need to let off some steam
Take a drive or go out for a walk
In the years we have been together
Many issues have come and gone
Still you're having hard time with a concept
That I'm neither your slave nor your clone
So then why is it suddenly shocking
And you act so full of surprise
To have lost the respect im my eyes
After ridicule scolding and mocking
I just want to be free and at peace

Most girl obses about how to be the perfect girlfriend
.The truth is that most guys are happy enough just to hav a girlfreind.however,it is important to know that for guys,being respected is the most important thing.Guys want to know that youy think they are powerful and strong.Also do not disregard his complement.If he tells you that he thinks that you are beautiful,don't tell him that u are ugly.You may be acting modest or displaying your own insecurities but to him you are saying that his compliment don't mean a thing.

Hi I am a scarecrow
I have been here for decades
Standing upright under sun
And without umbrella in heavy rain.

I work hard from dusk to dawn
They made me ugly as possible
So that every one can laugh at me
Then also I just smile at them.

At night I am free to move
As no crows will come to eat the grains
But I stand there in the cold
Guarding the land of my master.

Once I was young and handsome
The best scarecrow ever here been
Now I am old and uglier than ever
And no one looks at me nowadays.

One day I surely will die
My legs are almost eaten up
One day I will fall down
And will become a part of soil.

But I don’t know why
Why,I want to live some more
In this world of crazy humans
Where no one likes me now.

As I told you some time before
Once I was young and handsome
That time crows were scared of me
Now,even they are laughing at me.

..............

Momma it's your son I'm doing this once again. I'm trying to make a visit through my paper in my pen. The pen has to relay the words that I say. And the paper has to listen it can't turn and walk away. I hope you find some comfort in these words that I write. Maybe ease your mind and help you sleep through the night. These four walls hold me hostage like a dog guarding the bone. I'm on a lonely road trying to find my way back home. I know that I'm the reason you're sitting in that chair. And i claim all the stress that causes your silver hair. I wish I was there mama to show you that I care mama. The pain is in my heart I feel a change I swear mama. It's a struggle in this life that I chose for myself. But hustling is all I know it's a little taste of hell. When I'm doing what I do I don't think about your tears. When I'm locked inside these fences I try not to think about the years. What can I do when the streets is all I know. But stumble hit the ground get up and put on some more. I'm not naïve or death and I can hear the people scream. Get a job mother f**ker I wish they could step inside my dream. Take a little time to see the world through my eyes. Picture Perfect passion in these tears that I cry. Just tell me why I swear I try but a job is not in my reach it's all the little lie. You did the best you could you tried to raise me right. My childhood was good I wish I was your pride. But how can you be proud I'm in the penitentiary. When you think your thoughts do they ever think to mention me. It's a dirty little game, it's driving me insane mama. I'm down on my knees and I'm praying for a change mama. I can't do this anymore mama I don't even know the score mama. If you talk to God tonight tell him my spirits bruised and sore mama. My heart is waxing cold and my face is growing old. Tell him that I'm praying that he comes and saves my soul. You taught me to keep it real so I'll tell you how I feel. Once I touch the streets it's a different deal. I'm going to lay the hustle down and try to keep my head held high. Walking different way spread my wings and fly. Back when I was young and we struggled to survive. Living week-to-week scratching to get by. You taught me to be a man to take my own head. Take responsibility and that's the realest shit. You didn't raise a thug mama I fell victim to the drugs mama. The thing that pulled me through is the essence of your love Mama. So when you lay your head down at the end of every night. I know that I'm still trying and it's all going to be alright. One day I hope you see a different man in me. I hope that my mistakes don't Define who I long to be. I may not be free but to a certain degree. I'd rather die on my feet than live my life on my knees. Tell God I know I'm the victim of my stones. A coward dies a thousand deaths but a man dies but once.

THE PERFECT FAMILY

Am in an ocean of love,diving down as i go deeper and deep......

it seems perfect but there appears to be no end......

as much as i could ever wanna go out, i can't.......

instead it makes me wanna stay .......

its so warm and comfy......

in this very ocean am negativity free......

in here i could swim for eternity.......

i have become so addicted and united with this ocean......

am never sad never abandoned.......

together we stand, together we move.......

it takes care of me as do i......

in here is my seventh heaven......

and this is my perfect family.......

HARD YET SOFT,

DETERMINED YET EASY GOING,

PERFECTIONIST YET ADAPTABLE,

THE KEEPER, THE MINDER, THE WATCHER, THE CARER, THE NURSE,

THE CONFESSIONAL BOOTH,

AND ONCE THESE HAVE BEEN PERFECTED,

YOU GET THE MUM !!!

Ah, winter! What a glorious season. Especially with it`s white fascinating blanket of snow. But realistically , it means that cars won`t start, & you see smoking chimneys, blowing, howling winds,& lots of falling snow.
Just another time to store the tennis rackets, golf clubs, & the mower, that won`t mow.
Some people can be seen being resourseful, winterizing their cars & houses, just in case of a winter freeze.
In keeping with rituals of celebrating , with church services, & beautifully decorated Christmas trees.
Bur when it snows, the term "energy saver" does not apply to an older person, when cleaning the driveway for more than a day...
You get a shovel & get a rhythm going & suddenly your hip lock up to one side...& your back stiffens up in some crazy way!
You know you`re aging when it gets in the way of what needs doing & you can find more "energy" to do it all...& you may not care if it EVER gets done!
You`d rather just disappear when it snows...or wait for everything to melt with the sun.
`Bout the time your body loosens up & there`s another motion going, the handle of the shovel breaks in half, only to ricochet off the hood of your car, & into your knee.
Determined, you search fervently for another shovel, in your garage...only to trip over a ladder, slip on some grease, kick over a can of paint, & suddenly see a shovel standing in plain sight against a tree....
By now, your hands are numb & you have trouble opening the door to look for another pair of dry gloves (that don`t match)
& once again, you venture into the snow.
Meanwhile, some kids are playing And you automatically answer -"WHAT"? to someone you don`t even know!
Then you retire for the day, & reminisce about what the season means. You begin thinking about family, friends, & everyone.
And while you remember the exchange of greetings all week, somehow, you`ve forgotten to get the Christmas shopping done.
But for a minute there is a calming peace at the sight of glowing blinking lights, that seem to be shadow-boxing on a few houses nearby.
You halfway expect to see Santa, himself, with his reindeer & his sleigh, flying over all the rooftops in the sky.
And when everyone should be thinking of peace on earth & how a kind word or a smile can get the harshest person to connect...
In the malls, bustling children are scurrying around checking their wish lists, amid people, with their conversations, trying to be politically correct.
All at once, your thoughts stray to a time of raising your children, & you think of crazey glue in their hair, & a stain that would never come off the wall that really didn`t matter...
You stop to focus on the grand kids & if they too, know, you`d like to be in the midst of their clatter.
Then you`re back to reality, putting the shovel (that works) away, (in a safe place)...you hear from somewhere, bells that were softly chiming, Silent Night & so many things are brought to mind...
You suddenly bump into a box, that wouldn`t stay shut, with a teddy bear`s furry arm that dangled from it, seemed to say, "Welcome Home".
And in another box, higher then I could reach, was a well worn plastic Christmas tree (with two missing branches) making it another Christmas, ,only again... just one of a kind.

Nessie Gray