Family Poems (502)

Jangled nerves
feel the pain
thorns and heartache
covered by a smile
eyes cry
in the night
hopes elusive
image disappears
it seems to be


hope against hope
know tunnels must end
willing you on
reach for a friend
reach for someone
shadows to comfort
when conflict is raging
but this too will pass

The female swan, she jumped straight up,
As her eggs all started breaking.
For the time had come for her eggs to hatch,
After all those weeks of waiting.

First three, then four, then five hatched open,
Now just one more left to go.
The sixth came out as black as soot,
whilst the rest we're white as snow.

They would tease him, and they would call him names,
He was outcasted, and left all alone.
Just because he was different from everyone else,
One day decided to run away from home.

As the weeks passed by, they felt like years,
Not a day passed by where he didnt cry.
No matter how many times he would think about it all,
He just could not understand why.

Then one day as he stepped up to the waters edge,
Sad faced and bearing a frown.
Came to him the biggest shock of his life,
From his reflection as he looked down.

For no longer was he black as soot,
But he was now as white as the driven snow.
For he had turned into the most handsomest swan,
You could ever wish to know.

Everyone stopped and stared when they saw this swan,
Walking so proud and full of glee.
For now everyone wanted to be his friend,
including his own family.

And from that day on he was never alone,
This duckling once abandoned by his brothers.
So the moral of this poem really goes to show,
Never judge a book by its covers.

i was not thier the day you were born
i never knew that you were concievied
when you finally came into my life
thier was mixed emotions
true indeed
i was living life at that time
day to day
waiting for my last breath
a ever ending search for god
an ever ending search for me
blessed to have you come into my life at the age of three
instantly i see your light

instantly i see me
god grants us blessings in mysterious ways
you my daughter is my blessing even on those crazy days
your going through your teen thing
your going through your teen phase

i finally know the meaning why parents love the ones they raise
through all the difficult times
through all the great days
thier is no stronger bond
than your child, the baby that you raised
you are now a young lady
whom i am very proud
still daddys little girl
and still daddys little pal

We fought like cats and dogs as kids,
But made up as we grew.
Yet loved each other all along,
That, at least, we knew.

Though only three years older than,
She thought it made her boss.
But I did not take orders well,
And ev'ry line would cross.

She married young, and not so well,
Divorced then right away.
He used her to get papers so,
Stay in the USA.

Then tragedy struck later on,
Blood vessel in her brain.
Six months in a coma as,
Our mother prayed in vain.

Though over thirty years ago,
It still hurts to the bone.
A fighter to the end, you see,
Was my big sister, Joan.

Up is down and down is up
And sideways thoughts assault me.
Babbling noises blast my ears
Devoid of rationality.

Chaos rules this mad house
As the time ticks slowly by
Accused of countless wicked things
That no one can deny.

It matters not who's nuts or sane
when 'ere those forces meet
For neither one can ever win
Nor can accept defeat.

It's all just utter madness
And it's just gone on and on.
And cannot, will not ever change
'Til one is out and gone.

Gone for good or just a week,
It's a damned fine change of pace
And I really need a holiday
That's miles from this place.

Contented days of sanity
Are waiting now for me.
Beyond a single wakeup past
A count of days just three.

Oh! Death, I do know you are, much waiting, to take me away.
I know I am much dearer to you, as I am, to the others too.
I know you want me for yourself, for you too love me, as the others do.

But tell me one thing my dear.
How would you ever feel, like taking me away, from my dear ones?
Who love me more than, you do.

Would you ever be able to, separate me, from my love,Who never lets me free even for a moment, from the warmth of his hugs.

Would you ever feel like departing me, from my dear most friends, Who are much dearer to me, than you are?

Would you ever be able to snatch me, away from my dear mother, Who cradled me, in her arms, through my childhood?

Oh! Death please wait for now, till I become strong enough To bear the separation, of my dear ones. Please wait for me, till my dear ones are strong enough, To stay in this world without me.
Please wait! Now, is not the time not the time yet?

For you, to take me away…………………..

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.