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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.

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.

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

They are not a gift you receive,
They cannot be borrowed or bought.
It's your character, would you believe,
Or have you given it any thought.

You get them as you're being raised,
Or learn them on your own.
A well mannered person is highly praised.
Ill mannered people are left alone.

A lack of manners is very rude.
A mannerless person may not realize,
The extent to which they are crude.
Sometimes we must open their eyes.

Inmates often know of respect,
Not many of them have manners.
They're criminals, what do you expect,
Business suits and Day Planners?

Many times they have to fight,
Because of a lack of manners.
Not easy for them to see the light.
You have to wave them banners.

Good manners will make people smile.
They help make a good impression.
Without them you are most likely vile.
And often cause oppression.

Bad mannered people are often unwelcome.
They're usually tolerated for a while.
I wish they'd all go learn some,
And give us reason to smile.

Criminals have common characteristics.
Lack of education and manners are two.
Their lacking adds to our statistics,
Making things rough for me and you.

Written 10-18- 09

Thanks everyone!

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

MY CATS HAVE IT MADE; EVEN WHEN THERE'S NO SHADE!THEY SAID; DADDY; WE'RE TAKING THE BEDROOM, AND YOU CAN HAVE THE COUCH! I'M THINKING TO MYSELF; THAT DOES'NT SOUND TOO GOOD; OUCH! BUT YOU KNOW;THEY'RE MY LIFE! EIGHT OF THEM, HAVE QUALITIES, I'D LOOK FOR, IN A WIFE!THE OTHER TWO, ARE MALES; WHO STRUT AROUND, PROUDLY, WAGGING THEIR TAILS! MY LANDLORD, ALLOWS ME TO HAVE ONE! IF HE KNEW, I HAD TEN; HE'D PULL OUT HIS GUN! WITHOUT SKIPPING A BEAT; HE'D THROW, THIS POET, AND HIS GLORIOUS TEN; OUT IN THE STREET! I FEED THEM, TWICE A DAY; AS THEY RUN, JUMP, AND PLAY!TONITE; WHEN I CLOSE THE BEDROOM DOOR; THE'LL HAVE LITTLE TIME TO GLOAT; FOR THEY WILL SOON, FIND OUT;I HID THE REMOTE!

The old white house upon the hill
Holding past memories that linger still
Stained glass windows faced the park
Soft gaslights that shone at dark

Built at the turn of the century
In a different era from our memory
An historic legacy from those passed on
Embracing simplicity in a time long forgone

In the back a garden of Iris's grew
In the front were Lilies and Daffodils
Violets and Impatiens filled the windowsills
Adding a colored ambience to the outside view

An old wooden swing hung on the porch
A perfect pondering place perch
To watch passersby on the street below
And sip wine while you contemplated Thoreau

Days were spent engaged in a joyful family affair
With lawn games, books, wagons, trikes and bikes
Children’s giggles and laughter filled the air
Full of love and personal dislikes

Memories bring tears as they come flooding in
Visions of a life lost in the passages of time
Remembered in lines of this rhyme
All that was and could have been

Wishing for a solitary moment somehow
That it could be the past, here and now
Healing parts that need to be whole
While strengthening our souls

Lives lived in time within the muraled rooms
Looking back over the years and remembrances we own
Games played in costumes, dolls, balloons, bubbles and cartoons
The precious memories of that old house lives in our hearts as home

As we sit here having
Hot coco
wrapping gifts
Memories flll my head
Trimming the tree just us three
Your faces filled with with glee
You were so worried about santas cookie
You wound dance around and sing
I think you knew every Christmas carol
Every year I would ask you
To hang the candy cane
However it never made it to the tree
This happened every year
Today I asked you to hang the candy cane on the tree
Thinking it will make it to the tree
I search and search the tree I couldnt find the candy cane
I saw you out of the corner of my eye laughing at me
I was so pleased a tradition that will always be
It my be small to you
It means everything to me!

It seems like just the other day
Your frail body .....just lay
Within the walls of Gods hospice
Yearning for your inner peace
You thought that maybe you would last
To the day you held fast
But alas the eve you could not surpass
For time had come... it was your last
I hope you still hear your piano sing
The beautiful sounds that it did bring
Your delicate hands dancing on key
Lost forever in melody
I hope you still feel the salty air
The early dawns you wanted to share
The ocean sounds that gave life
To an enthusiasm rich with strife
I hope you still see your family grow
Your children.... with their children in tow
The sounds of laughter you did admire
You smiled with eyes that would never tire
I hope you still smell the spices abound
Enticing hunger pains within the frowns
Satisfying all who would sit down
For more was .....always the sound
I hope that you never forget
That your life was never regret
Special memories full of respect
As i sit ponder and reflect.........