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Poem Details | by Michelle Micek |
Categories: adventure, devotion, for children, happiness, imagination, love, world, love,

A Disney Tale

You say you're Cinderella,
Or would you like to be
Does this mean that you've found, 
Your Prince charming in me? 

You also say you're Jasmine,
So, Princess, please be mine.
A whole new world I'll show you,
A world of love divine.

Your favorite is Tinkerbell,
So I'll be Peter Pan.
Together we can fly away,
Off to Netherland.

And if you're Sleeping Beauty,
Then i will be the one.
To kiss your lips, open your eyes,
And fill your life with sun.

And if I was the Beast,
And your name was bell.
I know that I could count on you,
To free me from my spell.

And if I was Prince Eric,
Would you come with me?
As my Ariel I'd show you,
A lover deeper than the sea.

Just like a disney tale,
Filled all with love and laughter.
You and I will be together,
Happily ever after.


Poem Details | by Daniel Cwiak |
Categories: dedication, family, inspirational, love, mother, thank youme, woman, people, children, life, love, me, people,

UNSELFISH LOVE

I was blessed to know a woman in my life
Who faced hard times, struggle, and strife.
A Chinese immigrant, she came from a poor town
Lost her husband, was kept from her daughter, but not kept down.

She had three other children who were born here
Getting them a better life was her biggest fear.
She had to fend for herself and them alone you see,
Speaking little of the language in this foreign country.

But, she had always lived a determined life
So she fought back...with a fork and a knife.
She opened a restaurant in a small community
Where her gracious manner made her friends instantly.

Her children would grow up in town with new friends
The restaurant she opened was the mean to her ends.
She worked very hard...sometimes eighteen hours a day
She never complained because that was her way.

Her life's expectations knew more successes sublime
The restaurant grew...one egg roll at a time.
She once told me of the anxiety she felt at the money she'd spent...
Laughing said, "My uncle said sell 2 qts of Chop Suey/Day...you've got the rent."

She was a woman who chose kindness as she felt had to her been shown
To people far and near her generosity was known.
She was thankful that she had the opportunity
To give back with love rather than animosity.

I first met her over some 30 years back
She struck me from the that moment as a person who had the knack
To make others feel at home though strangers they be
She certainly did, because she did it to me.

I still remember her caring for me...it was shown
Once caught in a blizzard, she opened her home.
So often was there a path to this woman's door
Though she stood, less than 5 foot 4.

Her heart was as big and wonderful as one would want
An earthly angel, she was heaven sent.
Though her health began to wane later in life
She never gave in to that world of strife.

Her eyesight began to fail and it was difficult for her to see
But that didn't stop her or her generosity.
She loved people and filled everyone with cheer
Ever thankful that she had had a life here.

Though she is gone I'll never forget her face
Or her love of life, devotion to family, and unstoppable pace.
To me I'll ever be thankful to have had the joy
Of calling her "Ma".ONE IN A MILLION~was Connie Moy!

1st Place Winner - "One in a Million" Poetry Contest


Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: children, christmas, life, love, sweet,

I am the Grinch

I am the Grinch

I am I am, you know that I am
The Grinch of Grinch's and so
Don’t call me Sam
For Sam I not am
I am the grouch of this festive season
I take what yours; I need not but one single reason
I will steal all the presents
Every one under the tree
Why chocolates
And toys
And Barbie’s
And shoes
Mummies make up
The golf clubs
And the tickets to the zoo
Why when I leave up that chimney
You can be assured of one fact
I am leaving with full red bag, upon my huge back
I am leaving with gifts that were given with care
I am stealing your presents, and no I won’t ever share
Mine mine mine
All the presents are mine!
All these toys and gifts are all just for me
While I look down at you with nothing under the tree

Oh yes I stole Christmas and turkey and even the lights
You all slept so innocent while I robbed you at night
So I chuckle and laugh, for its a given I have won
I have all the loot and you have but none!

Now the dawn is rising and why I will take a wee peek
To gloat over all the sadness that for sure I have reeked!
Seeing you all sad, and crying with despair
Surely that will make me so happy as to declare
I have won, I have won! I have all that you could ever desire
Why you have not even a log to start up the fire!

Well Timmy and Maya woke up to a surprise
For its true there was nothing under their tree
Why I stole even the tree from those children you see!
I laughed at the expressions I saw on their face
I did so while gloating and without any disgrace

Confused and distraught, I am sure of the state
Mummy and Daddy earlier had seen their robbed fate
They rushed to the village, on their big Swiss sled
With all the villagers shouting!!!!
We’ve been robbed of Christmas; we might as well be dead!

That was not the story to be so you see
For Timmy and Maya came along on that sled
When they saw all the snow and children playing so free
They laughed and danced and said to Papa with such glee
Christmas is here and we have all of our gifts
The laughter and love is what you have smothered us with
Why this is truly the most wonderful of gifts
So the children all danced and played in the snow
The parents so proud has huge smiles aglow
For Christmas was saved but by one small little factor
A child’s love for his parents and his most joyous laughter


The poor old Grinch in his mountain abode
Looking down, he realized he'd been oversold
Why he saw that all the gifts he had cached in his barn
Could not undo the telling of Christmas with all of it generosity and charm




Note: Timmy an Maya being of Swiss decent later scaled the south face of the mountain, with excellent climbing gear, and in co-ordination with Spider Man and James Bond, stormed the Grinch’s castle, tossed him into a Polar Bear pit, and then descended the mountain on Canadian built Bombardier skidoo with a  Rolls Royce quit motor and returned all the gifts to the villageIncluding a huge huge huge bottle of Rum and Postage Stamps.


Poem Details | by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories: dedication, father, inspirational, love, children, children, love,

No Greater Hero

Struggling through the Great Depression
Growing up fatherless in the care of a loving aunt
Losing her husband, his weary mother could not cope

Working for the Civilian Conservation Corps
Trying to support his family
Attending school at night to provide a better life

Playing his sax and clarinet
Resounding notes of joy cast blessings
Filling our home with happiness many children never know

Loving eyes and deep, gentle voice
Drawing admiration from all who came to know him
Speaking softly, never in harsh tones

Accepting life’s challenges
Forgiving when his children seemed ungrateful
Nurturing, caring, standing by our sides

Picking us up when we fell
Offering support in every endeavor
Being the kind of father he never had

Teaching us to work hard and achieve
Reminding us that life offers no guarantees
Encouraging us to rebound from challenges as “come-back kids”

Gathering at his hospital bedside New Year’s Day 2009
Astonishing nurses with the depth of our love 
Never leaving his side, three grown children rested hands upon his

Lingering six days in a coma, perhaps his soul already in heaven
Speaking to him, hoping he could hear
Wanting him to feel our love one last time

Siblings who rarely agreed
Concurring just this once
Feeling blessed by our father, the brightest star we see in heaven



* Dedicated to my father, Arthur Schwarz, who died January 6, 2009


Poem Details | by Alyssa Waters |
Categories: angel, beautiful, beauty, betrayal, bible, body, books, children, conflict, confusion, corruption, cry, dedication, emotions, eve, evil, faith, father, fear, feelings, first love, forgiveness, friendship, religion, religious, remember, women,

Eve

Does the past really matter?
 Does it set you free? 
I’m absorbed in the sin,
That is surrounding him and me

Lost in the curiosity,
Cold to the touch
Drenched in the poison,
With my dignity in his clutch.

Feeling like I was cheated;
I chose the evil instead of light.
I traded in the sunshine,
For what lurks in the night

I disobeyed his orders,
I gave up security to be unsure.
I went against the warnings,
Gave into darkness instead of remaining pure.

Once my bed was made of soft grass,
But now it is made of stone.
Was plump from all of the luscious fruit,
Now I’m starving to the bone

My curse is one of circumstance.
The punishment a crime,
I’m stuck inside this dampened cave,
For the rest of time
My world came crashing down,
The grief has not subsided.
My heart broke completely,
When my sons collided

My misery a token,
From the abandonment I earned.
Upon the time spent in sorrow,
There was a lesson to be learned.

Have I found the moral?
Only in time we shall see,
For all I did was eat an apple-
From the Knowledge tree


Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: beauty, children, christmas, love, snow,

A Most Irish Fairy Tale - Merry Christmas to All

It is not just Santa Claus who we meet in cold December— 
There is “Carolina,” and she’s the beauty of a winter picture perfect 
With luscious long coal black curly hair far down on her back 
As a true fairy princess, Carolina is quite beautiful with beaming

Blue eyes and that certain incandescent glow for all to see and 
Dressed in a sparkling white robe made of polar bear skins 
With a glossy coat sprinkled with pearls and diamonds

Out of the woods she comes so quiet in the night’s fresh snow 
With a glimpse of two deer and a fox on hunt walking carefully 
Carolina hopes the deer will walk around with angelic guard 
The secret is that beautiful Carolina talks the animals’ languages 
The birds they play in all its splendor fine without sorrows 
They fly while Carolina keeps watch carefully on the horizon 

Falling snow now dazzling Christmas in a ball circle most brilliant 
While there is a frozen frosted sprinkling silver in the mist shining sun
Oh so!! Wonderful to behold as the Spirit of Christmas comes alive

The Reindeer come alive and begin dancing joyfully together and 
Create such a melodic sound almost like bells ringing aloud
And the all the Reindeer are here in their resplendent glory:
Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen,
And Rudolph, with his red nose so beautiful and oh so bright—
And the sounds the Reindeer make stay in the minds of the little
Children just like sweetly wishing little voices wonderful in dreams
With those singing, tunes a dancing light appears so wondrous 
While planes from all over the world begin landing with cargo
And one each day with loads of letters from good little children

And Santa Claus begins calling the elfin troops into action while
The Leprechauns do all the heavy work as they are much tougher
But the old fighting Irish in them showing their softer side all the 
While with a drop of the old fiery dew to keep them warm smiling 
Like the very wee little Devil in them - mischievous and all 

They do all the heavy work for the elves as they have more of a spring
In their step while almost bouncing on the tip of the their toes like 
Little jumping springs so full of boundless wonder and energy and  
Then day after day the letters keep arriving and landing at the North Pole 
And they begin working like mad and very busily in the North Pole factory

While Santa checks the letters of all boys and girls through a secret window 
And when he shakes it he sees through the mist in a glass bubble of the
Christmas treats while hurriedly calling together all of his Reindeer
The sound of hooves on the snow saddles up the sleigh he is very slim 
To start off while all his helpers are loading up and he flicks the reins 

And the bells start ringing and - in a flash of magic dust in spirit sings of 
The ground waving he bade MrsClaus a very fond and loving farewell
And off he goes in a flash of light Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! echoing in the distance 

Each chimney sliding down he eats the food throwing some to the Reindeer 
Treats left after the night's over he feels so fat eating so much he heads back 
Home to the North Pole while smiling so content at the children’s happiness 
And ringing in his ears filled with golden smiles and wishing everyone a very 
Merry Christmas he falls asleep after MrsClaus makes him a hot chocolate
Really tired but easing his weary bones year after year he loves his job very
Much so and all of the sheer delight that his efforts and those of MrsClau
And his elfin helpers and the joy and fun of the Reindeer bring to all children
On this Earth!! 
                     Merry Christmas to All!!



Anne-Lise Andresen, Liam McDaid and Gary Bateman – A Collaborated Poem, 

Copyright © All Rights Reserved (December 9, 2014) (Free Verse)


Poem Details | by Jennifer Marie Oliver |
Categories: family, life, love, marriage, children, family, time, child, children, faith, family, love, time,

Timeless Love

They met at first around sixteen,while they were in their teens.
A young man tall and handsome, a girl with many dreams.
Years later they did meet again this time he was smitten.
It took some time to hook this girl, eventually their history written.

He had a plan to marry her and move her from her home.
She'd have to leave her roots, the only thing she'd known.
Leave her home and family was what she had to do,
The love they shared was eternal even though it 'twas brand new.

This love they shared was a gift,their faith was also strong
They both loved many similar things like fishing, books and song.
Seven children blessed their lives, they started their own tree
So strong this love they shared, became one large family

Both worked hard to raise them, devoted to each one,
They shared their love equally to each daughter and each son.
Education and faith were important, practiced with daily prayer
They fed and clothed this family with love and tremendous care

Each child was very different and different paths they took.
Educators, artists, builders, Lawyers and even cooks.
Each child found their partners, some added children to each branch.
All love music, all loved to read, a few even like to dance.

Their children had more children and the two were greatly blessed,
With lovely grandchildren with many traits that both these two possessed
What remained from the love they shared twas passed down through the line
A love this strong must be shared and it surpassed all time

Four generations have now developed from these two whose love began
So many years before when both had shared a plan.
Each twig shares a piece and resembles one or the other
For this love story that's been described was about a Father and Mother

I'd love to say they share a life together here today
But God had different plans in mind, for one he took away
The void he left was devastating to everyone you see
Hardest on the one for which he shared atop the tree

The plan these two created at the time they were entwined
Continues on by one so strong , who giveth all of her time
To the tree these two created which grows branches to this day
The love created by these two shall never go


Poem Details | by Mark Woods |
Categories: analogy, children, devotion, love,

Three Roses - A Parable

Three men each grew a precious rose They all had different thoughts Of how to raise and nurture them Of the outcomes that they sought. The first man shirked all effort Just plunged a hole within the soil His rose grew, waned then wilted It suffered from his lack of toil. The second man possessed great intent By preparing fertile ground Purchasing almost everything Gave his rose all that could be found. This rose developed entirely spoilt It flourished better than a weed Except it too deformed and shrivelled When he could no longer feed its needs. Our third man was a pauper However his heart was like a king All he had was time and love But he knew his rose would sing. He too prepared quite fertile earth But he never spent a cent He freed the dirt for solid roots He knew this rose was heaven sent. He spent what he could just afford Although mostly invested time Talked and fussed and loved his rose No surprise it grew up really fine This man finally met his grave Wilted then died when he grew old His rose still grows and prospers It flowers so bright and so bold. Precious gifts require attention Only exceptions grow up wild Treasures need time and care Imagine each rose could be a child.


Poem Details | by Shahana Jackson |
Categories: daughter, education, family, for children, funny, history, lost love, music, me, love, me,

Victim

I never wanted it to be this way, I never wanted to feel the painBruises all over me
Invisible but I can see them.

You hurt me everywhereMy heart is shattered and the blood has frozenBut I won't be 
your victim.

Stare at me like this all you wantTry and hurt me with your words just as long as you 
don't use fists.

I don't ever want to be your victimI refuse to be one of those few girls who end up 
losing their whole world.

Love isn't supposed to hurt, but maybe I was just naive because the moment I loved you my 
heart never stopped bleeding

I won't be your victim, I won't run awayIf you have something to say I won't avoid it
I'm not scared I can take whatever you try to throw.

Don't hold back I promise you I will not cryThe moon is shining just like all the 
diamonds that you called pretend love I can't even imagine why I fell so hard.

It's never clear until the glass of water is goneBut now that you've gulped me to the 
last I want you to know I won't be your victim.

I kissed vulnerability goodbye the very last time I cried over you and I won't be your 
victim your not even worth it.

If you feel like you must shove a door in my butt but don't make me afraid because I 
don't want to be I don't want to be your victim

Let go of my hand so I can peacefully drive away if you want me to I can drive over you 
as wellBut don't make it seem like i'm causing you pain because it's obvious to see 
that I've been a victim and it's a shame.

But I don't want to be it anymore then you so just let me go and I won't have to runI 
promised you forever I laugh at this now you were never eternity love in my mind.

 I kept counting until the madness in ourselves would corruptTears flash down my eyes 
as I speed down the lanesTwo bottles of Gin and I think i'm going insane.

It wasn't until I crashed into a tree that I realized I was never your victim I was 
merely your suicide mission


Poem Details | by karin herrman |
Categories: childhood, daughter, family, father, for children, loss, sad, son, love,

Questions for Dad

How do you do it...
   arrested again.
Paroled for awhile
   then back to the pen.
We know you don't mean it.
   We know that you care.
But when will you show it?
   When and where?
As much as we love you
   our hate runs that strong.
Why can't you stay with us?
   What are we doing wrong?
Are your friends to blame?
   Did they help cause this bust?
What should we feel?
   Who do we trust?
Who do we love?
    Who should we hate?
Why do you burden us
    with all your stuff
       on our plate?
It's too much to handle,
     we're too young to deal.
With the heartache we have,
     with the pain that we feel.

Your our Daddy, our idol,
     our mentor for sure.
Our anger, our hope,
     we need you here more.
Your smile, our tears
     your our happiness found.
Our twinkle, our fears,
     the reason we frown.
You want us to love you
     you want us to care
But Daddy, how can we...
     when your never there!


Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: anxiety, children, confidence, desire, freedom, growing up, love hurts,

Let your children fly on their own

Maternal tears
Never managing to let go
Vicarious pleasure, vicarious pain
Wishing their life were easier
Wishing they could avoid the pitfalls
You see so clearly
The traps that seem so obvious
Wishing solutions were as clear to them
As they are to you
They need to live their own life
As you lived yours
Learn their lessons on their own
They want to express their individuality
They’re not mini versions of you
Or your second chance at life
They need to plough their path
Clear their own way
Create their own world
Responsible for their own consequences
As you yourself had to do
Your hand delivering prepackaged solutions
Cannot help since it’s figuring it all out
That’s the process of growing up



November, 2017


Poem Details | by Frances King |
Categories: allegory, for children, funny, love

The Bunyip

“Who am I,” asked the Bunyip“What am I doing here?”
“Please tell me,” begged the Bunyip,” for my purpose isn’t clear.”

“No answer!” came the stern reply; “You’ll get no help from me!”
Poor Bunyip, he began to cry, “Doesn’t anyone know me?”

And thus he went a-wandering, searching far and wide
For someone who could put an end to his longing, deep inside.

One day, he found a piece of glass, discarded by a lake.
He gazed into its surface … OH! That was his big mistake!

For in that glass, he met Himself … the image struck him dumb;
No-one could love that ugly mug! (Except perhaps his Mum …)

So, overcome by black despair, the poor old Bunyip sobbed.
The tears poured down his warty cheeks, and ran into his gob.

He cried all night, and then all day, and then all night again.
The rain it poured, the wind it howled as if to voice his pain …

Then suddenly emerged a shape, out of the Primal Soup,
Round and warty … big and black … The Bunyip was cock-a-hoop!

“Who am I?” asked the creature,
(In strangely girlish voice.)

The Bunyip’s pulse began to race …
His lumpy heart rejoiced …

“What am I?” begged the creature.
“Oh! I WISH that I could see!”

“You’re a Bunyip!” cried the Bunyip,
“And you look, … well,

“Just like ME!”

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A bunyip, as our Aussie members will know, is a mythical creature - or is it?
They are said to inhabit small ponds, and are lovable - but not handsome..


Poem Details | by Brenda Meier-Hans |
Categories: animal, children, dog, fun, funny love, love, pets,

My Puppy

My puppy sure loves to lick me
He thinks I’m a lollypop.
Every time I get home he attacks me
Then kisses me nonstop.

You’d think I was gone forever
When I just left the house for the mail,
He is right at the door when I get back
With a rapidly wiggling tail.

He wants to eat everything I do,
Mom says, that’s not good for a dog.
We want to keep him fit and healthy
So daily we go for a jog.

My toys are all tattered and ragged
My socks are his ultimate aim,
Doesn’t matter how much it upsets us
He thinks it’s all some kind of game.

I know he’s a bit of a stinker
That always wants to be fed.
But I sure am in love with my puppy,
Every night when we cuddle in bed.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
2012


Poem Details | by Anna-Marie Docherty |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, care, caregiving, character, child, children, creation, earth, family, feelings, friendship, growing up, heart, home, love, meaningful, mom, mother, mother daughter, mother son, mum, my child, my children, nature, poetry, pride, relationship, simile, son, strength, symbolism, together, tribute, true love, trust, truth, write, writing,

A mother's treasures

A solitary piece the diamond
precious rare gem most treasured
by those lucky enough to hold
Once in possession it is rarely out of grasp
Like the gemstone the mother 
requires very specific conditions
in holding fast her (family/) childrens love
Treasured forever in her heart
she will go out of her way
to preen and protect them
holding them dear to her
deep within her maternal safe – the heart
closely guarded by the mind
Her infatuation of all treasures to her 
are totally understandable
especially when you think to the complexity
of structure and process taken in creation
Just as from the ‘unbreakable’ in ancient greek
this allotrope of carbon
with strength of bonding between atoms
is representative of that strong love
between mum and child
The maternal being could be compared
to the superlative physical qualities of the stone
Even the characteristic luster
of this gem so prevalent from its ability
to disperse light and colour
compared to the many strengths 
roles and qualities of the mother
seen by the many she deals with daily
A most high pressured job 
versus the high pressured temperature
within the Earths mantle
that forms the delightful rock it gives birth to
Infants delight and ignite the forbearer
just as the jewel would dazzle the room
a mother’s love encaptures the magical luster
of those she’s birthed and nothing
stands inbetween this richest of cargo’s


Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: beauty, introspection, love, sad, science, universe,

The Camp of the Dead Children

Emily of three years
Leukemia eating her soul
Her bald head, made her smile wider
Please mummy do not cry
I will hug you even after I die

Tommy of five years
Bone cancer eating his limbs
Unable to walk, this beautiful mind
Absorbed any book like it was fine wine
He kissed his Daddy, and said all will be fine

Lena a sweet young lady of seven
Preparing her bed, for her voyage to heaven
Her little liver refused to function
Her spirit however could not be shrunken
She smiled beyond her years, I love you mummy daddy

Jacob of six, suffered from irony
Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease was to be his downfall
His hockey days were all but over
His favorite stick he gave to little brother
He said I love you, so don’t you too suffer

Raquel was all of four and one half years old
Menkes Disease was very soon to take hold
Her sad blue eyes expressed her fate
She knew the lord was waiting, staying up late
Her tears were for all those she was leaving behind

Jimmy was a young lad of only eight
With burns all over his body, death his only fate
His family hovered over his last moments here
As a plentitude of love gazed up to mum
His life fluttered away, he knew he was done

Emily, Tommy, Lena, Jacob, Raquel and Jimmy
All suffered and taken before their time
All of them far wiser than their childhood years
All of them sad for all their families tears
The heavens of the universe, seem so fickle and unkind


Why, why why, as my heart comprehends not at all this time

The camp of dead children, killed me as well

Yet they were survivors and filled with eternal love

Why why why, as I can only cry


Quantum entanglement
Inside the human conscientiousness
Schroeder’s cat, has been freed at last
Multi universe, exposing heads and tails


It’s the last ecstatic day of the Olympics
The spectators are in awe
Anticipation is hanging in the air
As the best, most fit, most disciplined
Of young men and woman are set to compete....
The finest of human specimens in both body and mind

The starter raises his pistol
The Big Bang
The race of life is on

The families of the triumphant winners jump for joy
Mothers, fathers, brothers and sisters
Clapping and cheering, years of dedication
Are seen on the smiles of these young ones

On to the podium does the team step
They stare out proud and filled with joy
Gold medals placed over their shoulders one by one
Emily, Tommy, Lena, Jacob, Raquel and Jimmy
They have won!

Somehow, deep within, they know, they have won


Poem Details | by John Posey |
Categories: life, love,

Eyes Of Children

When precious children look into my eyes They should not see things I despise Rather love should always be In my eyes for them to see. But should I fail to satisfy their gaze And somehow in their eager minds I raise Questions left for those who follow soon And with their precious spirits will commune. Let No one take these innocents astray Or change their golden skies to shades of gray. Let no path to riches for them be denied And in their hearts may love always abide. By their holy innocence we're awed Surely they are precious gifts from God.


Poem Details | by Kelly Zakerski |
Categories: age, childhood, children, daughter, family, for children, for kids, funny, health, humor, humorous, life, love, mother, people, time, work,

THE AGING PROCESS

Many years ago, when we were all young,
We really thought life, would be so much fun.
While playing dress-up, trying on mom’s stuff,
Putting on make-up, we found to be tough.

Then came our schooling, and boy things would change,
“Those aren’t our parents”, when they acted strange.
Sometimes they were hip, but old-fashioned too,
That’s something I swore, I would never do.

Wishing you were older, adults had it made,
They would do nothing, yet still would be paid.
That is how little, we all had known,
We surely found out, once we were grown.

Loving the twenties, we’d go out with friends,
When we went shopping, we followed the trends.
Doing what we wanted, and staying out late,
It didn’t matter, what time we all ate.

Then came the thirties, and most of us wed,
Watch what you wish for, my parents had said.
We had to work hard, many bills to pay,
I guess they were right, what more can I say?

Raising your children, was hardest of all,
Needing some advice, your parent’s you’d call.
It seemed so easy, they needed no rest,
So now it’s your turn, you learned from the best.

The forties arrived, that was a shocker,
We’d spend lots of time, just at the doctor.
Back aches and headaches, so tired you’d be,
Trying not to cough, or else you would pee.

The fifties would come, and your grandkids too,
Where were your glasses? You hadn’t a clue.
You searched here and there, and under the bed,
“Hey grandma” they laughed, “They’re right on your head”.

Here come the sixties, now let’s have some fun,
You are retired; your work is all done.
To dinner with friends, you dressed and you wait,
They never show up, you have the wrong date.

Now the seventies, with friends playing games,
If only you could, remember their names.
You try hard to hide, those under-eye bags,
Gravity happens, and everything sags.

Enjoy every day, and have a good laugh,
All the steps you took, led down a new path.
Live life as it comes, each year a new page,
One thing is for sure, everyone will age.


Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: for children, candy, chocolate, love, red,

Andy's Candy Store

I am Andy; I love candyI sell candy too. Come and see the many candies that I have for you. You can buy some chocolate in boxes or in bars. Snickers is the very bestHere is one from Mars! You can buy a Baby Ruth or a Milky Way. Try a Pay DayHere’s a Kit Kat and some Toffifay. Don’t forget Three Musketeers, GooGoo Clusters, and Rocky Road, Butterfingers, and 100 Grand. You might like some Hershey kisses or a Nestles Crunch. Buy some chocolate for your breakfastBuy some for your lunch. Try Mallow Cups and Almond Joy, and if you’ve got the blues, buy Toblerone or Milk Duds or famous Charleston Chews. Everyone loves M & M’s and Reece’s Pieces too. I am sure I’ve got the perfect chocolate here for you! Here is one that has a malted middleIt’s called Whopper. Jawbreakers are hard to biteHave you tried Gobstopper? Get some Dots or Junior Mints, Rolos or Big Cherry. Get Goobers for your brother and Nerds for guys named Barry. Get Airheads for your sister and Bull’s Eye for your dame. If you know a Mary Jane, one candy’s got HER name. Many candies come in different flavorsYou might like Skittles, Laffy Taffy, famous Mike & Ike, Jelly Bellies, Sour Patch Kids, Sweethearts, and Starburst. Drink them down with juice-filled Nik-L-Nips to quench your thirst! Here are Smarties for your parties, and if you desire, you can buy some Red Hots and feel your mouth on fire! Bottle Caps taste just like pop; root beer ones are yummy. And of course, I’ve got some Bears and squiggly Worms, both Gummy. Some Bit o’ Honey for your money? Everybody licks Sugar Daddys, Tootsie Pops and powdered Pixie Stix. I love Zotz with tangy burst and Pez’s cartoon head. Pop each Pez while on your couch or when you’re tucked in bed! I’ve got Jolly Ranchers, even Candy cigarettes, Razzles, Spree, Circus Peanuts, Chiko- Sticks and let’s not forget exploding Pop Rocks and my Swedish Fish! Try out Necco Wafers and my favorite: LICORICE. You can have it Good n’ Plenty or as a Red Vine. Eat Black Whips or TwizzlersAny Flavor is divine. I am AndyI love candyWho could want for more? Any candy that you want, you’ll find it in my store! (I got carried away and decided to do a tribute to all the many candies I have adored or heard about through my lifetime! Don't know if the poem ended up being much like DrSeuss, but I sure enjoyed the inspirationWouldn't it be fantastic if we could have a huge store that sold all the candies of our world!?) For Gwen's DrSeuss Contest


Poem Details | by John Posey |
Categories: death, grief, love, memory, pain, pain, children, may, travel,

Our Hearts Are Broken Too

(In memory of those lost in Newtown, CT) We may not know the answers to all the questions asked We cannot control how great the pain or how long it will last. Nothing we can do will erase the pain you bear But we cannot remain silent as if we didn’t care. The blood of precious children was shed this very day And grieving families wonder when this pain will go away. We know time will heal a multitude of wounds But we also can be very sure it won’t be very soon Evil came to visit here and we all wonder why The souls of friends and children were made to say good-bye What happened here today we may not ever know And haunting thoughts of loved ones will follow where we go. You may be called to travel a higher road than we But you cannot travel faster than our prayers that follow thee. We know that we can never bear the grief that you go through Just remember we are here – Our hearts are broken too. Written by John Posey 12/16/12


Poem Details | by Annalise Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick |
Categories: brother, childhood, family, for children, happiness, life, love

I Wish You'd Grow Faster

"Boy! We're gonna be the best of friends! Lying here, I watch you sleeping, I sure hope that this will not be a trend 'Cause when we play ball,the goal you'll be keeping Since Mommy told me you would be coming I've been waiting for a very long time Now each day I see how much you're growing Imagine the joy of knowing you're here and are mine! From the first moment you arrived home I've noticed when you sleep, time goes pretty slow And sometimes, you seem to sleep just like a stone! But that's ok! Mommy says sleeping makes you grow I smile as I imagine the two of us at play And picture in my mind the many things we'd learn We'll pet horses at the zoo and feed them hay Come Christmas we'll buy gifts with money we'll earn I love you, my 'lil brother, Lucas I wish you'd hurry up and grow Yes, we will be causing some rocus I'll teach you all you need to know!" ~*~
By Annalise 04/29/11 FOR: Miranda Lambert's "Brotherly Love" Contest (Inspired by photo of Logan as he watches his baby brother, Lucas sleeping)


Poem Details | by Annalise Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick |
Categories: childhood, daughter, for children, life, love, mother, heart, heart,

My First Child

A precious gift! Joy unimagined fills my heart She smiles! My heart races, leaping! And like a butterfly in spring, gliding, It dips among new blossoms Like a sweet melody playing softly in the cool of the evening, I soar! My baby, my first, like an angel sleeps Soft, warm and brown I stare in awe of this most perfect gift from God! Tiny almond-shaped eyes, sparkle- searching Nothing as beautiful have I ever seen! She cries and her teardrops like crystal daggers Pierce, my joyful heart! And like a wounded sparrow it plummets Free-falling, and I am left puzzled...confused Nervous, I gently hold her close to my breast I am sure she can feel my heart beating.. Suddenly our faces brush..she turns- Our eyes lock, and smiles ripple! My first born--all is well in my world.
© 1992 ~*~


Poem Details | by karl marszalowicz |
Categories: life, love, children,

Ice cream man

Summer comes and goes with this guy's timely presence
The kids chase after the van much as dogs after a cat
Elusive though he is, we swear to run him down
For a few simple dollars money does buy happiness

His age old chimes ring the friendly bells 
A welcomed euphony however short it is
The reminder of oral ecstasy start kids pleading to their parents
For five dollars they can bring their daddy back one too!

Tantalizing tongues going around town with his music astir
Making us drool in the same Pavlovian way
 A mid afternoon snack for the children so good
And a promise they'll eat spinach at five o'clock

Passed from the man in the white shirt and hat 
To the children who stand on tippy toes for ice cream cones 
As they struggle to reach over the table between the two 
They count their blessings when it doesn't spill

Two scoops of heaven and celestial sounds
Traveling countless areas of interest
Even his portable freezer cannot keep 
Our hearts from melting for him


Poem Details | by Brenda Meier-Hans |
Categories: cheer up, children, giving, joy, love,

Cards of Love

Just children with their homemade card
Brought so much joy when I was down.
I was so sick my heart was scarred,
Just children with their homemade card.
To show their love, it was not hard,
Their love to me a peaceful gown.
Just children with their homemade card
Brought so much joy when I was down.


Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
02.2014
Contest: Small Gifts


Poem Details | by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories: children, courage, joy, love,

Her Four Aces

Grandma 85

She sits across the table 
from the best hand she has ever been dealt 
Her four Aces,  
The greatest joy of her life
Her most favoured and loved children

She has not always been dealt the best hands
Her early years on a farm in Alberta
with her brother and two sisters 
Those were hard years
They didn't have much
but they shared what they had
They made do
They learned the value of hard work

She left the farm just barely a girl
At a time when women didn't go it alone
Vancouver was her starting point
A promised life of husband and children,
brought her back to Alberta
There, she the self taught seamstress,
stitched the bits of their lives together
Year after year sewing
grad dresses, bridesmaid and wedding dresses
Curtains for windows and bed spreads

More importantly
She stitched values into the fabric of their being
"Work hard"
"Respect other people's time"
"Above all be direct and honest"
"You can do and be whoever you want to be"
At times they may have seen her as a disciplinarian 
but she did not wish to squander her perfect hand,
these precious ones she was entrusted with
Yet she also brought the joy of laughter
She danced with abandon
Her's is a life well lived
Filled with love and accomplishments
Designing for others and for them
Rooms that captured the essence of her
Meticulously placed artistry
Carefully planned 
Balanced budgets 
She grasped her own dreams
Now her success spills over into her children's lives

She looks on with pride 
Sees how far they have come
Her tears and worrying
The years of laughter and smiles
Ten beautiful grandchildren and four great grandchildren
They affectionately nick name her Grandma 85
These generations share in her softer side
She can be proud of a job well done
Her children are capable of taking on heavy lifting
For she has equipped them well
To this day mom is still up for almost anything
She is and always has been the adventurer
Still her priority has been and still is, them
Being there in times of need
Although not one to coddle 
Yes, she has allowed them to fail at times
They needed to make their own mistakes
For she knew in the end
it would make them stronger
So today she celebrates
Sits with organized cards in her hand
lays them all down on the table
Laughs and says
"Pay up"
After all she has always been
A no nonsense kinda gal!


I wrote this for a dear friend's mother's birthday.
Thanks to her sisters and brother and her,
for providing the building blocks for this piece
The nickname "Grandma 85" was given as a result 
of a card game they dubbed with the same name
She sounds like an amazing woman and 
I can tell she is greatly loved by her family.


Poem Details | by Laurel Larison |
Categories: family, father, for children, happiness, life, loss, love, dad, miss you, heaven, dad, heaven, miss you, i love you,

My Father

I miss you dad every single day
The wonderful Times I remember 
Are the times we spent together going 
To dinner and church
The times I will cherish always on this earth
Your gentle ways and smiles and hugs
Made Life worthwhile for this is true
Forever you are missed in my heart and soul
But the forever is Heaven and you are there basking
In the Light of the Lord
I miss you dad and loved you so much 
But eternity is yours to no longer hurt
Cancer is what took you far too soon
I am always remembering your hugs and 
I loved you so much too.
Eternity is there for you now and forever
Remember I love you and Kisses from here
to you in the forever they call Heaven from earth


Poem Details | by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: absence, children, loneliness, love,

A Response to Your First Poem


New Year, Past Years

Dawn, looking as blush as twilight,
Where the silhouette of trees still lingers 
And envelopes me— 
Transporting me to my world of yesterday.
I can still hear my children’s laughter; 
Watch them play and dance 
To their sweet singing tunes
How quiet the morning is now 
That they are grown and gone
As I look out toward the grey sea 
And Diamond Head 
I can see their faces in the rising sun

© Connie Marcum Wong
January 2, 2010


Response Poem:

As More Years Pass

There is more beauty in my life now
Than I could have ever imagined.
When our last child left home
And our voices seemed to echo
Through our silent empty rooms
I felt the sadness of a mother's
Longing to be loved and needed.
As my son blessed me with his son
And my daughter with her daughter,
Our home was once again filled
With children's happy laughter and
With my contented laughter too.
I help my daughter raise her daughter
Who reminds me every blessed day
As more and more years have passed
That I have saved the best for last!

© Connie Marcum Wong
September 29, 2015



Contest: A response to your first poem
Sponsor: Silent One


Poem Details | by Anthony Scandrick II |
Categories: caregiving, childhood, dedication, depression, devotion, faith, family, for children, forgiveness, happiness, mother, peace, romance, sorry, thank you, uplifting, love, sorry,

Apology Letter To My Mama

Dear mama,
I apologize for the aches,
And all the pain,
I apologize for struggle in your 
heart,
Torturing your veins,
I apologize for the stressful tears,
On account of non-listening ears,
I hear your melancholy weeps,
From a mind that never sleeps,
I know the fake smile you keep,
Will break you suddenly,
I am sorry for the things making you 
sick,
I am sorry you had to grow up 
quick,
Even when you shout hate,
I see love in your eyes,
Out of your heart you apologize,
But, this is my apology to you,
For all the things I put you through,
I apologize for the things you never 
had,
Just to make us glad,
I apologize for the unpaid bills, 
that has you taking headache pills,
I thank you for your vigilance,
But, I can't sit and watch,
The other half is gone,
And you're fighting alone,
Somebody got to be the MAN of the 
house,
We can't always sit on the couch,
Mama I appreciate the things you 
do,
I thank God for you,
I apologize if my actions never 
show,
I Love You,
You bring peace and healing to my 
soul.


Poem Details | by Victoria Anderson-Throop |
Categories: childhood, father, for children, introspection, lost love, mother, nature, night, day, night,

UNGRATEFUL CHILDREN A parent's lament

UNGRATEFUL CHILDREN   A parent's lament

Children
   	with Wings
    	and Talons
Pounce on the fleetest of hearts
 their
 
Memories	

Soar        
                 over the
                 Blood Transfusions
    		Hospital frights of prematurity
             			 of EMS sirens
                              HIV trembling tests 
   		 Asthma Tents
   	
                Breathless Worry atop cloud kissed Trees
   		
                Sleepless Nights of bully battles
  		
                Struggles with Education’s foes
   		
                 Mad Escapes from Fathers of Violence
   		
                 The teary wave good bye for fledgling endeavors
			Day night day night day night…unending
   	and

Land  on

      Slight Imperfections and Imagined Slights
            or the

Shortage of Cash
        for  
                    Trips
                    Technoshit
                    New Shoes 
                    New Cars
	or other
Dreams
                         You 
                      Couldn’t
                         Buy.
 


Poem Details | by delysia hendricks |
Categories: children,

TO WHOM I LOVE MOST

Our separation's taking its toll
more frequently my tears simply roll
for you, orphans of the virtual kind
from solid stock and elders fine
 
Your aims are certain, steps are sure
sad separation you endure
from friends and fam'ly, sweethearts too
by absence honed, your love holds true
 
Tho' lone my path I'm not alone
your faces etched in every stone
each road I venture on to take
I feel you trailing in my wake
 
You wink at me through treetop heights
your brightness dims the city lights 
you goad me on with comely smiles
I sense love's nearness o'er the miles
 
Our names are daily writ and laced
devoid of distance;  closely spaced
know you're missed, KEEGAN and MIREILLE
my reason for being, I love you muuuuchly 


To my twins, who left the country within a month of one another towards the end of last year My daughter is working in Thailand and my son in Dubai May God watch over them always and grant me the strength to endure our separation 

This one hurts.



Poem Details | by Kate Mcnaughton |
Categories: brother, daughter, for children, happiness, love, nostalgia, sister, thank you,

Me and My Sister

i mind when i was wee
playing games with my sister

we kept each other free
me and my sister

we loved with all our hearts
protecting each sister

even after having kids
joined each sister

Combining all these things
playing all the games
loving with our hearts
loving each others kids

We are glued, me and my sister!!

                By Kate Mcnaughton.