Family Poems (502)

It's no heavy load to carry,
She tell's me,
To be kind,giving in loyal.

It's no heavy load to carry,
She tell's me,
To keep an eye on your friends and family
in times of trouble

It's no heavy load to carry,
She tell's me,
To go help your neighbor out,
We're only passing through in life,to figure that all out

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

Daddy come home, theres no need to fight
Please read me my story, and turn off my light
I dont like it this way, and need help with my toys
I want you to come home, and make friends with them boys

I made you a picture, and my hair is getting longer
Mummy keeps crying, sadness keeps getting stronger
My new shoes come today, im all ready for school
I wish you could take me, but I know there your rules

Daddy come home please, daddy come home
I cry when you leave me, here all alone
I see all the news, and think about you
Dont know what we'll do, if they take you to

Daddy I love you, daddy please come back home
I dont want you fighting, in this nasty war zone
I woke in the night again, touching your band
Daddy come home please, and dont let go of my hand

Through-Out The Years
We Carry On
With Joys & Tears
My First-Born Son

Through Birthdays Past
And Yet To Come
They Go So Fast
By-Setting-Sun->

So Make Them Last
While You Are Young
Now That You Cast
Ones Of Your Own

Dad

Daddy x

Daddy . Daddy.. the hero each girly
knows......
Her knight in shining armour..
To fight her demons s
And her woes...

Hold my hand dear daddy..
While I nurture and grow...
Wipe my eyes dry dear daddy..
Of every tear to flow...

Impossible it seems..
To find someone like you.....
An honest man like daddy...
There are but only few...

Every moment we share ..
Every man that I compare..
This much is very true...
Through all of my searching
There is but only one you x

"My father is the idea of the most perfect man to me..
He is the type of hero I want my son to be..
He has held my hand
Wiped my tears. ..
Guided me through all my adolescent fears..
He has picked my up, when ive been down
. ..
Made me laugh, when my mouth would only frown..
And now I see my father in my sons eyes, through his laugh his jokes and his silly little quirks..
And in my daughter lilly even see my dads smirk...
I wonder , will they see me, the way that I see him
Will they know I love them through every proud grin. .
I am blessed with my father, he is sttong and sweet and smart .. and I will always love him....
With every inch of my heart..... "


Thanks daddy for msking me the best FATHER I could be ... lol

Wild oats.....

You talk in rymes
You talk in riddles
On my heart strings
Your finger fiddles. .

Woe is me ..
And woe is you
We're not the victims
There are only two.

I cannot look u in thexeye
You stab , you pierce
You cheat and lie

In my heart..i feel sorry for u
All the moments u miss
I wish u knew...

I want to be ..the best I can be
So that one day
My babies will see.
That mommy did the best she could..
She filled the void
That their father should ..

The darkend room
The cold wettnes mildew the walls within
Ice clings to the windows
Decay within

The hanging paper falling
Sliding down
Alone is granny abandond
Sits black white tv hissssss in the corner
Plays but granny canot see

Blindness now controls her lif e
Her trusty white cane now her guide to the darkness
In her life
She sits in her rocking chair, the coal lights fire her only comfort and joy
Kids outside

knock knock the kids play
Oh what a noiusence they are
Deaf ness her only consultation for the harrasment they cause
Granny sit all alone forgotten is she

I can smell the fear on her
As I whisper in her ear
About the things I am going to do
All these things to her body

She tries to pull away from the blade
It is at her throat, but the bonds
They hold her ever so tight
There is no movement in them

Slowly and ever so lightly
The knife glides across her throat
Cutting ever so fine, a thin red line
Like a scarlet necklace

I can hear the sweet sound
Terror and pain through her gag
Muffled but like classical music
To my sensitive ears

The news has been full of my exploits
The papers call me many names
Butcher, Beast, Inhuman Monster
Even likened me to Jack the Ripper

Jack the Ripper was but an amateur
A couple of quick slashes and it was over
Where is the fun in that, none at all
I, on the other hand, am a professional

I savour the agony, the utter despair
I shiver all over with delight
Even the anticipation heightens satisfaction
And I know I will prolong my pleasure

When I look deeply into their eyes
At that point when their eyes beg for death
That is such an exquisite moment
Even then they still wait for hours

Another thin cut, this time across the breast
A single drop of blood runs down
And it pools in her beautiful navel
Slowly, slowly, it is going to be a long night

death a chapter
in ones life
eternally grateful
our signature
in this life

to fullfil
ones destiny
until we meet
in eternity
the next chapter

to get there
a life time
from now,
till the sands
of times run out
so will time,

then
like a poet
we hope
to all come together
in eternity
to write
the final
chapter