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Poem Details | by Sabrina Niday Hansel |
Categories: absence, angst, cancer, change, child, courage, cry, dad, daughter, death, dedication, emotions, eulogy, family, farewell, father, father daughter, fathers day, feelings, first love, goodbye, grief, heart, heartbroken, heaven, hero, i love you, identity, inspiration, inspirational, journey, june, life, loss, love, memory, mentor, miss you, parents, pride, remember, sad, self, spiritual, strength, tribute,

I'm my Daddy Made Over

Dedicated to my Dad Jerry WNiday 3/20/1952 - 6/18/2013

I am who I am because of him
He’s the reason for my son’s name
He gave me my courage & my strength
To stand tall even when standing wasn’t easy
Stand for the ones who can’t
To think and fend for myself
I’m my Daddy made over

Taught me to fight back 
To never back down
How to pick myself back up
When I’ve been knocked down
Fight for what I believe
I’m my Daddy made over

He gave me my stubbornness 
Gave me my pride
Gave me my temper
Taught me not to take crap
To speak my mind to no matter who
Work for what I want
I’m my Daddy made over

How to keep my emotions in check
How to handle large amounts of pain
When in trouble he always had my back
He knew how my mind worked better than anyone
I got it from him
I’m my Daddy made over

Even though he’s gone
I’ll stand and continue on 
I may stumble I may fall 
May even get hurt along the way
But I’ll pick myself back up
I’ll dust myself off and stand tall
I’m honored and proud to say
I’m my Daddy made over

Sabrina Niday Hansel

Poem Details | by Sabrina Niday Hansel |
Categories: absence, angst, best friend, cancer, courage, cry, dad, daughter, death, dedication, emotions, eulogy, family, farewell, father, father daughter, fathers day, feelings, first love, goodbye, grief, heartbroken, heaven, hero, i love you, identity, inspirational, june, life, loss, lost, lost love, love, memory, mentor, miss you, missing you, mom, pain, parents, remember, sad, sad love, sister, slam, sorrow, soulmate, strength, tribute, urdu,

We Lost More Than a Dad

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost half of how we came to be
We lost we four girls first love
We lost our Best Friend

We lost more than just a Dad that day
Our Mom lost her Soul Mate, Her other half 
Our children lost their Papaw
We lost our family’s foundation 
We lost the glue that held us together

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost the Strongest man we ever knew 
We lost the man we looked up too
We lost we four girls Teacher of many things

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We four girls lost our Hero
We lost some of our Light
We lost part of our Heart
We lost part of our Soul

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost some of our Courage
We lost some of our Strength
We lost some of our will to fight back
We lost some of our will to carry on
We four girls lost more than a Dad
We lost more than just a Dad that day

Poem Details | by catherine labeau |
Categories: graduation,

mentor love

thank you thank you to my mentor
she seen in me in me no one could see
write your poetry but use virgule
and diligent I write tons of nonsense
with no virgules as I am a bad student
but you forever in my heart never to be forgotten my mentor.

Poem Details | by RA Shagun |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, first love, mentor, proposal, romance, school, teen, valentines day,

The Class Guide

a shy.,
bashful guy
always kept me.,
confined to last bench..
down my head,
huddled heart ,
blenched my breathes and 
arms always clenched..

Staring with a thief eye
to each one 
around  me 
but confrontation
was not my forte,
this fragility always
kept  me away 
from my very interest
and invariably
was a thwart.

New day in the class,
New teachers and 
Classmates too.,
but for me
each day was new
and each one., who? 

Newly painted class 
curtained each side,
The Teacher announces
our new class guide...

In actual fact
I wasn't a beauty gaper,
but this time
she forced me too sharper...
hardly I lavished my time 
in any admiration..,
but this would give,
drive to my contemplation.., 
breaking the ice to her
difficult and caffeine  beauty
eyes were clear and watered ,
lips were glossy and frooty..

Tallest and 
her collar in the same way.,
I stared alot but
kept her eye away..
walk like breeze 
silent and cool
smile like blooming lily.,
none of her company
can stand by her
she was the perfect dilly..

Crowd would stop
while she starts 
mostly buring in vex.,
she wants pin drop silence 
 in the class,otherwise,
 bitter pills to suspects..

The same rain
I got whole year,
Whole year 
I got ,
teacher will start ,
we all will set ,
and I will get lost,
The last day of
this beautiful phase 
I was loosing carelessly.,
No courage,
No rescue ,
The day cutting readily.

God miracle  or 
some boon ,
when she came ,  
in her black shoon..,
shrinking and shy 
asked me a favour.,
Reaching to the seventh heaven
I started quiver..

I did it
and then asked my will..

Very courageous., 
honestly it was
to utter such word.,
but......,I knew 
It was the
last chance
and never again for
such a coward..

So....I did 
did it fast
listening it....,
she got locked
'No Words'
 she said
but I....,
I did it
did it
I do.

Poem Details | by John Hamilton |
Categories: encouraging, friend, growing up, heartbreak, introspection, lost love, mentor,

That's when, you're going to need a friend

(That's when) you're going to need a friend

When your love's got up
and left you
you feel like
you want to die.

you've given up
on just believing...
you don't even 
want to try.

Isn't that right,
now, man?

You feel so
like you can't go on

No matter 
what you do,
feels wrong

You don't know
where to go,
what is real

you only 
know she's gone
the way you feel

(you know) I know the feeling
I've felt that way too
I feel your pain
I really do
Just call my name
that's all you've got to do,'cause

When times are tough...
when you're
going to need a friend
Oh yeah, 
when times are, 
when times are tough...
when you're
going to need a friend.

I'll try my very best
to help you to see
your value as a man

when you love yourself
it set's you free
that's when you understand
Can't you see?

There's just so much more
that you need to know

show your feelings to her
that's how her love grows

Tell her you love her
each and every day

I'm telling you what 
you've got to do
If you want her to stay

Go to bridge
Go to chorus
repeat twice

John Derek Hamilton
October 28,2016

Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: creation, god, heaven, love, mentor, spiritual, symbolism,

The Holy Dust of Creation's Seed Sown

Born from this ancient dust of creation's seed sown now so true,
Whilst sparkling inside a mystical divine light on this dark night,
I’m nourished from the living waters—the oceans deep and blue

Majestic wings rise high in the waves basking in Heaven’s light,
Crowning the blest halo golden ring around this angel very dear,
Whilst I kiss warmly the salt of the deep oceans stirring at night

Spiced now in a seabed, a rainbow’s gem shineth pure so clear,
That a traveler in this radiant world of delight knows real love
Is what we all seek as sparkling diamonds now appear so near

Where the rivers flow down a mountain’s verdant slope because
There, in the highs and lows of these rivers, tears soak the Earth,
Falling and rising from the dust, ashes are memories of what was.

I have abounding faith in this life’s bond as Nature begins her rebirth,
Eclipsed by a peerless beauty inside, wild passions grown now strong.
A liquid sphere appears in our mortal lives reaching its point of girth.

In the cerulean oceans mystic gulls cry deep echoes bringing us along.
We find peace kneeling as a psychic mantel covers our thoughts pure,
As that special circle of brilliance radiates within life’s treat so strong.

By God’s hand the ancient dust of creation’s seed is with us to assure,
Mankind’s perpetuity on Earth as part of His most holy divine vision.
Only God knows mankind’s destiny rests in His divine hands for sure.

The ancient dust of creation’s seed is part of God’s omnipotent precision,
For He’s the one who shall guide us all heavenward by His final decision.

Gary Bateman, Michael Clarke, and Liam McDaid
A Collaborated Poem, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
June 10, 2017 (Terza Rima)

Terza Rima Rhyming Sequence: aba   bcb   cdc   ded   efe   fgf   ghg   hh

Format Note: This poem employs the traditional rhyming scheme used by 
Dante Alighieri in “The Divine Comedy,” ending with a couplet, rhyming
with the previous tercet’s middle line.
Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2017

Poem Details | by Sabrina Niday Hansel |
Categories: best friend, brother, care, childhood, cry, dad, death of a friend, dedication, emotions, family, father, feelings, friend, friendship, growing up, heart, heaven, inspirational, journey, june, life, loss, love, love hurts, memory, mentor, parents, remember, sad, slam, son, sorrow, tribute, uplifting,

He Loved You

He loved you too, you know
Loved you like his very own
In away you were
You came into his life as my friend
Through the years you grew to be my brother in arms 
Along the way you became the son he never had

He loved you as a friend
He loved you even more as a son
A son he never had
When things began to spiral out of control
You stayed when so many others ran away
You helped when I couldn’t

You meant a great deal to him
You never looked at him differently 
Nor did you treat him differently
You stood by his side
When he fell, you stood by his side and mine
You were willing to help me fight his battle for him 
You were there from the beginning 
You were there until the bitter end
Always remember my friend, my brother
He loved you more than you’ll ever know

Dedicated to close Family friendHe loved my Daddy just as much as I did/do.

Poem Details | by Perry Campanella |
Categories: community, culture, dad, daughter, devotion, education, family, father daughter, feelings, children, kids, friendship, grandfather, grandmother, grandparents, husband, i love you, inspiration, inspirational, international, joy, marriage, men, mentor, mother daughter, niece, parents, poems, relationship, spiritual, teacher, teen, teenage, thank you, today, truth, voice, wisdom, world, youth,

Your My Dear Friend

We have been together
treasured joy now for many years
we trust each other with our
emotions, with affection, tears,

Any day when you are sick or hurting
I feel your pain - significant other,
when eighter-one needs attention
we help one another...

These mutual friendly feelings
for assistance, approval, support
form our tight bonds,
usually never broken

Sharing visions, time together
we respect each other,
regardless of shortcomings
I know you, "I love you anyway"

Poem Details | by John Hembree |
Categories: baby, care, caregiving, change, child, childhood, children, courage, creation, daughter, dedication, dream, faith, father daughter, feelings, children, kids, happy, love, mentor, poems, poetry, pride, relationship,

A Child's Dream Come True

As the sunsets at the end of the day,
And the night begins to fall,
So, does all the dreams of all the little children,
In their own wonderlands of their own,
Wishing and thinking of great things to come,
Hoping their parents will make these dreams come alive,
Cause dreams to children should become bright and gleam,
And all to them more than just alive,
All children want is hopes and dreams to become true,
But if you can teach them how to work hard at them,
They too can make their dreams become their own reality,
For any one person works hard enough,
At what they want in life,
They can have any one thing they want,
All they have to do is work really hard to make it real,
For believers can believe in themselves,
And strive to work toward making their own goals,
Their very own come true,
Which gives more satisfaction in life,
Than things being handed to you,
So always strive for the best,
And all your wishes and dreams can come true,
In your life if you want them too.

Poem Details | by janet muthoni |
Categories: beauty, city, farewell, i love you, image, mentor,

my country kenya

                      What a harmonious land it is, 
                       Full of integrated citizens,
                       Peace and unity all over,
                       Always emerging at the top,
                       What a blessed country it is?

                       Some say you are my motherland,
                       But fatherland likewise you are,
                       You give one peace and comfort,
                       How graceful i adore you,
                       For being my mentor.

                        If only i had one word to say,
                        Or one drop of ink remaining,
                        Or even only one line vacant,
                        I would proudly say that,
                        I love you!

Poem Details | by Mac McGovern |
Categories: adventure, bereavement, dad, daughter, death, devotion, emotions, eulogy, faith, family, father, freedom, funeral, goodbye, grandchild, granddaughter, grandfather, grandmother, history, how i feel, i love you, life, men, mentor, miss you, missing you, mom, mother, obituary, old, patriotic, peace, people, sea, son, sorrow, spiritual, travel, veterans day, war,

The Old Salt

The Old Salt was a special man who came along in a time
when he was needed most.

A time that is now gone forever.
When men believed and sacrificed, when hero’s walked the earth in mass.

When patriotism was not just a word
by what men lived and judged the worth of each, 
a man who lived a life most of us cannot comprehend

An era now gone as this warriors tour of duty ends at this station, 
and begins anew in the heavenly fleet

Sail on Sailor into your unaccompanied tour,
we salute you.

What greater honor, that when a man moves forward, 
he leaves behind in each of us the best of what he was

A defender, protector, supporter, victor, a warrior, 
the last of the breed from an era when ships were made of wood
and men were made of steel.

The Old Salt has reported for duty that takes him away from us for now

Those of us who remain behind,
remember, and will continue to remember, 
because he now resides forever in our hearts.

As I look up at night, I envision The Old Salt,
a beret draped just above the eye, 
as he draws upon his pipe, 
quietly he waits.
The guardian of heaven’s gate.

Poem Details | by KHOMOTSO SEREO |
Categories: appreciation, love, mentor, trust,

Oh My Computer

Oh Marcus  

You recite to rehearse complexity 

From every sense you drill the knowledge that you have to offer into our brains 

But still the packs get hacked 
You tried to Secure them with a WAP2 encryption but amnesia keeps popping up 

As they go through the waves of air with sounds moving at a calculated speed  

I tend to block one ear so that it doesn't  leave without a copy in my cerebrum  

I tried to project my knowledge to my computer   

"Dude stop speaking Greek" it replied 

In a silent text 

You broke it down like the OSI model  

Technically experiencing fine unused pieces by ant users 

But forgetting everytime we close a chapter  

We learn to forget 

But still appreciating every moment you pause to give a helping Hand 

Our technical mentor  

Oh Marcus  

For the love that you giving us is inevitable 

But still hoping its not a good requirement 

If we had to pay you back  

The numbers would symbolize infinity...

Poem Details | by Abdulhafeez Oyewole |
Categories: body, desire, devotion, love, mentor, nature, patriotic, peace, people,

One Country, One World

Which nation of the world
Do I belong?
I belong to the nation 
Of unity,
No transgression,
And freedom for all.

I belong to the nation 
Of  Equalities-
Equality between 
Proletariat and aristocracy
Disabled and abled
Woman and man
Young and old
Black and colored
People and nation
Right and rule...

I belong to the nation of peace
Across the land, the sea and the sky.
And peaceful stretch to the arboreal.
And Peace of souls,
Of bodies
And minds.

My belonging
Is my strength-
The rhythm that keeps me growing.
Though I was born a Nigerian.
Not I neglects being call
American, Ghanaian, Portuguese
Chinese, Korean, Indian...
Though I'm by virtue 
Of land mass
An African      
Not do I dismiss 
In unison unit 
That type me Asian,
North American,
South American,
And Antarctica.

I belong to
A nation,
A voice...
One country,
One world.

Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, emotions, love, mentor, ocean, romance,

- Sparkling Oceans Apart -

You're a maiden so hot burning thoughts 
whom melts ice inside deep waves salted 
unfolding ocean swells kissing your feet 
For once spoke those hot lips the truth shining 

Sunshine pleasing warm beholding to 
one's eye golden crowned jewel beauty 
rainbow luster coloring pearl treasure 

It's giving off their beauty pure free 
that does not require something in return 

A lady who pleases the heart warm 
Princess cut with deep class sparkling pure 
utopia's adorable sun rise 

How the body is heated and hear 
her echoing heart beat in the chambers 

Shining a future path dreaming ore 
every single moment precious links 
each one spent with you falling under spell 

Love is like pure sparkling magic gem 
unpredictable true and marvelous 

Magic silk covers batting eyelids 
enchanting soft lovingly flowers 
beautiful petals held within the shell 
Let the rose live forever and the sun 
shines always endless times glistening gold 

Written by Liam Mcdaid and Anne- Lise Andresen 
a co write in a 9/10 syllable count

a warm thank you anne lise

Poem Details | by Karissa Kelley |
Categories: family, happiness, love, meaningful, mentor, music, niece,

Personal Memories

To the beautiful Ella, Aunt Karen is teaching
Displaying how to play, the ukulele.Ella is eager, she is reaching
And with every strum - a youthful new talent is breaching
Intriguing her with melodious sounds, to her, the tone is preaching
She resonates to the harmonized beats, that her soul is not impeaching

Picture #2

Poem Details | by Ngoc Nguyen |
Categories: beauty, character, child, depression, emotions, faith, feelings, friend, friendship, girl, god, grief, growing up, growth, happiness, heart, hope, identity, inspiration, introspection, jesus, life, loneliness, lonely, longing, love, mentor, metaphor, pain, people, philosophy, psychological, relationship, sad, sorrow, spiritual, strength, student, sympathy, teen, teenage, truth, uplifting, wisdom, women, youth,

My Sad, Lovely Lass

Give me drink, rest, and solitude—
these are all the things I long for;
give me as well your finest food
and I'll ask of you, lass, no more!

My lovely lass, what's the matter—
why are you all sad and alone?
Don't be vexed because you're sadder
than most, dear, for God loves His own.

Sweet girl, I'll tell you a secret:
if I were a young lad again,
I'd chase you for your sweet asset.
But as I am two-score and ten

years old (oh yes, indeed!)—never
can I be the prince you now need:
but your pain won't be for ever
if you search where your crushed heart leads  

Poem Details | by Juli- Michelle |
Categories: adventure, birth, blessing, family, i love you, mentor, parents,

I Learned to Walk

I learned to walk when you were beside me
But I learned to cry all on my own
I learned to talk with you there to guide me
And I practiced when I was alone

I learned to laugh when Daddy was funny
And to smile when I felt all your love
I learned to play when outside was sunny
Watching the clouds and the birds move above

I learned to steal when my siblings showed me
And to lie when I learned of time-out
I learned to apologize whenever you told me
When to whisper and when, if ever, to shout

I learned of God every week when you took me
And to write when I went to school
I only found God when I myself went searching
Finding much of the world to be cruel

I learned that falling down happens often
But that I can't be afraid to ask for aid
I learned that others can easily soften
The blows of a swift piercing blade

I learned to walk when you were beside me
I walk every day as if you still are
Remembering all the lessons you've taught me
Knowing you're the reason I've come this far

Poem Details | by Lei Strauss |
Categories: joy, mentor, my children, , sweet love,

I Am A Teacher

A teacher’s life has never been easy.
8 hours a day is as cruel as an agony.
To teach is not just enough!
We touch hearts with sweet hands of huff.

Imparting the best lessons in life,
Try not to put them in the strife.
We always want the better for them.
Transform lives and make it a sharp hem.

Teaching is not just a profession.
It’s a soulful work of sweet love and devotion
Others may not see its worth.
But we make no worst on this earth.

I am proud to be a teacher!
An agent of change and a leader.
Joy and dedication are fiery alive.
Face challenges for the rest of our lives

Poem Details | by T'Keyah Wilder |
Categories: daughter, family, father, mother, teen, happy, care, me, fathers day, care, day, happy, love, me, men, time,

To My Bestfriennd, Daddy, Sister, Mentor, Idol, Role Model,Strength, and Everythang else: Momma

Okay, tomorrow Father's dayy & i'm sitting here thankingg about all my father's done for me Yeaa, he gave me money from time to time, but it wus nuthang compared to what momma gave (: , she gave up her teenage life just to raise me how she wanted me and she worked hard to keep a roof over my head with plenty of food if i had a personal problem, momma was first to know and momma knows me better than ANYONE..! Yess, i tell my friend about this & that, but believe it or not ;; my momma gone always know ! If i lost my viginity, momma knows & momma can try to stop me, but most likely imaa listen to myself & go down the wrong momma keeps my head up and on tha right track she's my motivation and righht hand ;; i may act a fool from time to time, but my momma gone ALWAYS be here ! whn friendss walk away and family is no where to be found, momma gone always be right by my side with a shoulder to cry on, a smile to share, and a ear to listenn;; Whenever my inquiring mind wants to know something.momma knows the answer and its the best one in tha world (: her love is like no other andd she's my EVERYTHING !! she carries her label "Momma" to the fullest and ionn care what NOBODY says, " MY MOMMA IS THE BEST ONE AROUND : D "! 
- if you wnna get respected by youur label "Momma OR Daddy"; Yu gotta takee care of your responsibilities (: , 
momma took care of BOTH sides of responsibilites, so i stand here today as a young adult in the making wishing her a happy father's dayy (: , i love yu mommiee !
*Oan' Happy Fatherss day Gmaa ` Dana Davis` 
&& Happy father's day to all the othr mothers out making thangs happen and working hard for their kidss!
"Happy father's to the brave men, the real men, the men that accept their responsibilities and never turned their back on their children, and thank you to the great mothers that embrace the challenges of playing the role of both mother and father for their children when those cowardly men were never there to face their own responsibilities..Happy father's day!" - LexussJonessSaid It Bestt (: -

Poem Details | by Jim Cross |
Categories: absence, betrayal, child, courage, life, love, mentor,

love won

two came together, 
not knowing how to be there for the other, 
they say ignorance is bliss, 
but how could they miss, 
they made love when they made you 

you surrender to a troubled past, 
defiance was never gonna last, 
i can't help but remember my own, 
and now I know, 
it's time to stop staring and start the caring, 
a better me and god willing, a better you    

don't fear as you pedal on by, 
an entire team of angels is by your side, 
its the demons that twinkle in the spokes, 
turning you 'round and 'round, 
whispering just get the f out of here

girl this lost and found ain't no home, 
i told you that i'd never leave you, 
but you still weather the storms on your own, 
try and set aside apprehension, 
let's not point fingers, 
we know pain is to blame

life doesn't have to be truth or dare,  
the scales lie if they say loves not for you,
stained glass pictures of beauty and grace, 
demons hide within the chapel window panes, 
as you stroke the keys urging notes to take you away,
dreaming of a better day,
you can do this girl,
and i'm here to stay

two came together, 
not knowing how to be there for the other, 
they say ignorance is bliss, 
but how could they miss, 
they made love when they made you - 


Poem Details | by curtis johnson |
Categories: dedication, friendship, heart, journey, love, marriage, mentor,

Feel In The Blanks

Feel In The Blanks
By Curtis Johnson

After watching the weather reports, MrCee, who lived in California, called his sister in Brooklyn He misdialed and reached young MrDee in PennsylvaniaTheir conversation quickly turned to weather and  sports.

The two men soon moved on to more serious matters, and the young MrDee began opening up to a strangerThe more the young man expressed his feelings in his story, MrCee saw himself in the young man As MrDee continued speaking, MrCee saw some empty spaces like blanks being skipped, but he refused to interrupt and kept listening very intenselyThe older gentleman sensed MrDee needed someone to listen to him until he was ready for input At the same time, MrCee wondered how different his life might have been had someone listened to his heart with love, compassion, and understanding.

Young MrDee then paused and invited MrCee to speak into his life This was an easy task, because he had already walked that bumpy road, flew those unfriendly skies, and swam that muddy river The blanks that he noticed in the dialogue was part of the life he had lived It was as if the older man was watching a movie episode of his own life He was able to help the young gentleman chart a course that he had already sailed He not only saw the blanks that the young man either ignored or denied, but he experienced and felt them as a young man                                                                                                 

Therefore, MrCee was able to fill in the blanks, because he could feel in the blanks When the young man shared about the pain and deep struggles of his marriage and wanted ‘out’, MrCee, who was in reality an older MrDee, was able to feel the same pain and stir him in a different direction He taught him that marriage not only needed love between two people to survive and thrive, but that the two of them also needed a three-fold covenant that included God.

Before they finished, in addition to the marital lessons, MrCee showed him several values necessary for success in life They were: The value of being in control of his emotions The value of a personal relationship with God And the value of being dedicated to the service of others MrCee was able to help MrDee, because he was able    ‘to  f e e l”  in the blanks of the young man’s life And also because as an older man, those blanks had   “already been filled”   in his own life.

Poem Details | by Brian Johnston |
Categories: adventure, best friend, blessing, innocence, love, mentor,

Beary Tales Episodes 1-6, Poet's Notes

(Remembering Innocence)

Note to Readers of Previous Versions:
There are so many new vignettes scattered throughout the poem that I hope you will reread the whole thing! There are new tales, improvements to previous verses, and improved footnotes as well! Trust me!

1Bear Johnston
“Bear Johnston,” a stuffed bear, IS Boy’s friend for life,
Bear shows some signs of wear but Boy’s tonsil’S gone too,
And their bond IS like steel, can’t be touched by a knife,
Unexpected, “Bear’S” there, post a trip to the zoo(1)

There're IS's he IS, and some IS's he ain't,
Though his name’S quite apparent when (my mother asks),
And no mystery he IS to me, almost saint,
He’S an angel that'S with me through all of my tasks!

2Search for Rainbow’s Gold
Bear Johnston, in truth, IS the best of my friends,
And adventure IS always the path that we choose,
So one day there'S a search for where rainbow descends,
Say a pot of gold’S found how on earth could we lose!

Sure! Leprechaun waits (he’S reward) 'round trail’s bend,
Camouflaged by green meadow, but here’S the best part!
There’S just smile on his face as we meet our new friend,
And shares, “Real gold of rainbow IS always God’s heart.”

3Butterfly Dreams
Bear'S poetry's muse with his quite ‘Beary’ views,
Nature always IS good entertainment to Bear,
Dancing bee (2-1) IS a “hoot,” gives his mates honey news
Of more blossoms to share, "They IS just over there!"

A butterfly flying, IS riding airwave,
IS like leaf that in 'free fall' has own batteries,
Pirouettes, dances dance, but IS soon in his grave,
He’S great meal for a bird (more of life's mysteries.)

4Tonsils, I Hardly Knew You
It turns out the world ISn't safe for most kids,
IS my tonsils’ removal a medical scam:
A bad doctor’s deceit whose career’S on the skids?
Some adults still are children, and BIG’S not I AM! (3) 

LIfe'S missing a manual called "Buyer Beware!"
And (post surgery) ice cream’S a treat I'd forgo,
Strange! In hospital's world, BEAR'S not recognized care,
But it’S clear to a child "we must reap what we sew!”

5Tippy's Blues
My first dog, IS Tippy, though cousins' dog first,
A "found" pup, she IS nervous, all motives impugn,
A car ride makes her crazed, IS she fearing the worst?
'Tragic flaw' IS her urge to chase cars to the moon.

Our heart'S in right place, so we take her along,
Tippy leashed (and Bear carried) IS our kind of walk,
Mostly locked in backyard (she'S aggressive and strong),
New things seem to upset her; to her life’S a shock!

6Fishing With the 'NEIGHBORS' Menfolk (4)
To fish with Mom's menfolk for ‘Bear Twins’ IS blast,
Theirs IS LOVE for the outdoors, and wildlife galore!
There'S ‘MY’ pole with fixed line, bobber, hook, (I can’t cast),
To ‘break bread’ with these men, IS a quite rare encore.

Bear plays with the bait until hook IS worm’s match,
He'S ‘in stitches’ as bluegills make bobber go wild,
There’S one fish that steals bait (that boy older might catch),
But boy's string (5) cleaned for supper IS never reviled.

Poet’s Notes:
Bear Johnston still exists today, and though his eyes were replaced by buttons years ago, he is really in pretty good shapeI am so lucky that my mom saved him for meAnother star for you Mom! 

Note that EVERY line of the poem uses the word “IS,” though some forms of IS are less obviousThe result is that the whole poem is present tenseStaying in the present tense gives my story a younger voice I think!

(1) Some Poetic license hereI actually can’t remember how Bear came into my life, but this explanation is at least plausible.
(2) Science stuff - Forgive me for injecting a little science now and thenI love Science and I just can’t resist at timesThough Bear might not be expected to know such things, he surprised me quite often with how smart he was! I’m certain, in any case, that this knowledge would have delighted him.
(2-1) Dancing Bees - It’s true! When a worker bee finds fresh flowers that have nectar and pollen the bees need to make honey, he comes back to his home hive and does a little dance to tell other workers where to go to find the flowersIt makes me wonder what else bees can say to each other when they dance? Does it make you wonder too?
(2-2) Star Dust – This is my favorite science factIt is now known all solid elements, and all gases except hydrogen are created when a very ancient star lives, dies, and explodesSo it follows then that everything we see, dirt, mountains, trees, and flowers, other animals like us, even water, and the air we breathe is the gift of a dying starWe are truly all wonderfully made - from stardust! Is it just coincidence that the Bible says God made man from clay (a kind of dirt, i.e., stardust)? What do you think?
(3) “I AM” – This is the very mysterious and wonderful way that GOD describes himself in the BibleIt suggests to me that all of creation too is GOD.
(4) My mother’s maiden name was “Neighbors.” So in this poem, I am talking about going fishing with Mom’s father and brothers (her menfolk), not the people next door and “Neighbors Gas” is the name of Grandfather Neighbors’ gasoline station.
(5) A “string” as referenced here is a long nylon cord or chain with a stake on one end and a metal ring on the other endPeople who fish put the fish they've caught on a string or chain so that the fish can be put back in the water and stay fresh longerThe fish can breathe in the water and stay cool as wellThe stake is driven into the ground to keep them from swimming away!

Continued in "Beary Tales" Episodes 7-15

Poem Details | by Russell Sivey |
Categories: life, love,

My Mentor

Why not
Become my one
To become my mentor
I would love to learn much from your
Great heart

Russell Sivey

Entrant into Brian Strand's "YOUR CHOICE ONCE MORE" contest


Poem Details | by Brian Johnston |
Categories: adventure, beauty, friendship, innocence, love, mentor,

Beary Tales Episodes 15-24, More Poet's Notes

Note to Readers of Previous Versions:
There are so many new vignettes scattered throughout the poem that I hope you will reread the whole thing! There are many new GEMS, improvements to previous verses and improved footnotes as well! Trust me!

15Duplicitous Pear Trees
A pear tree’S duplicitous though fruit IS sweet,
For its branches are brittle, it’S easy to fall,
Best to stand on two limbs with your weight on both feet,
But Bear waits on the ground as I give it my all!

One day Boy IS picking fresh fruit hanging high,
Mom and aunt use a sheet to catch pears that I drop,
There IS crack; my feet slip; I snag limb slipping by!
Bear IS tease, “You were almost the bulk of our crop!”

16Tasting Honeysuckle
There’S long, fragrant blossom that grows on our fence,
Sweetest taste of the summer that'S not from a store,
'Superpower' provoked, ISn't subtle, intense,
Not a whisper of doubt, when it'S there, Bear wants more!

Attraction to sugar IS always quite rough,
More addictive than 'BIG' (9) it'S said, fruit of the vine,
But Bear Johnston IS ready; we mean to hang tough,
So beware honeysuckle, the plan IS to dine!

17Tornado Alley
The wind’S very loud, but how bad no one knows,
Broken limbs lie on ground; Bear IS under my desk,
Thus, we ride out the storm though Boy'S dressed in nightclothes,
But tornado hits town and result IS grotesque.

Outside after storm, the night sky IS fire red,
My dad'S worried 'bout store, so we drive car toward town,
Trash IS blocking the streets, so I go back to bed,
Grass blades nailed (2-4) in our house! Strange but power'S not down.

18Turtle Farms
Our Sunday farm trip IS worst day of the week,
It IS boring for kids when Dad checks out the cows,
Even though drive IS key to a splash in our creek,
"I will not be a rancher," IS oath that Bear vows.

There'S box in the trunk for the turtles we see,
Turtle crossing the road IS so easy to catch,
Don't know who'S most excited Bear Johnston or me,
But for our turtle farm, any turtle'S a match!

19Evil Under the Bed
Our room IS both dark and cold, back of the house,
Although Bear seems indifferent, message IS clear,
If a wolf'S under bed, bloody cinch for a mouse,
There IS chewing on toes if we show any fear.

The truth IS though grown up I still have this dread,
Though Bear Johnston IS claiming bears sleep winter long,
IS there no one but me 'fraid of waking up dead?
"Hear our voice in the wilderness, Lord,” IS my song!

20Pastel Easter Chicks
When Easter IS coming 'round, dyed chicks get sold,
It’S a feast for the eye; they’re so fluffy and cute.
It is true Bear Twins bought some but truth must get told,
Though they can run quite fast, lose if dog’S in pursuit!

Cute grows ugly quickly, chick’S chicken at best,
Color’S fade and they poop lots, lack art to engage,
It IS not all that long till Mom seethes with unrest,
So we give them to farmer, RETIREMENT’S JUST CAGE! (9)

21Love'S A Friend Coming Over
A friend comes to play, and there'S love in the air,
Bear'S OK, never jealous, just ready for fun,
There IS sandcastle built, jumps from swing's arc on dare,
And then hoops we don't count till it'S dark! Who has won?

So palpable; Friendship IS pleasure to shape.
It'S pure joy when toy bulldozers smash "Castle Grand," (10)
Look! Box turtle IS digging through walls to escape,
And Bear’S buried by boys, toes to nose, in the sand!

22BB Gun Jealousy
A gun that shoots BB's IS pox to small birds,
It'S why ‘Red Ryder’ rifle'S so high on my list,
It IS "pop goes the weasel," bird dies without words,
Magic ‘act at a distance,’ (2-5) in fact, IS its gist!

Don't think on it much but my choice IS kill shot,
Oh, my God, boy IS lusting, but lusting in vain,
I'd say Bear is pro-life but, in fact, he IS not,
When Bear'S lusting for honey, he thinks bees a pain!

23London Bridge
"Oh, London Bridge IS falling, IS falling down,"
Meter’S off, but sad song IS what Bear wants to sing,
Watching’S fun; Granddad Neighbors (4) shaves soap off his face!
Though the straightedge IS sharp, Clarence feels not a thing.

Now Clarence IS dead, had a "stroke," what to do?
It'S great loss! House feels empty with Granddad not there!
Grandma moves to be near; her canary'S lost too,
"God, I miss him so much," IS what Effie tells Bear!

24Losing Training Wheels
‘First’ bike IS for me all about ‘training wheels,’
As my friends' bikes don’t have them, there’S pressure galore,
But the starting arrangement IS one of those deals,
And Bear Johnston, (not me), IS chagrined to the core!

‘First’ bike IS designed to go slow, very slow,
It'S much harder to pump, and you’re close to the ground,
Feel like turtle at best if real speed’S what you’d know,
So for Bear and myself best if no one’S around.

Poet's Notes:, 
(2-4) Grass Blades – Yes, it’s true! The winds in a tornado are so strong that they can drive a blade of grass into the side of a house like a nail!
(2-5) “Action at a distance” - There are phenomena we find in Nature that appear magical to mere mortals“Action at a distance” is one of these, like a magnet pulling a steel ball to it when there is nothing that can be seen causing the actionOr a gun fires, you see nothing, and a long distance away from the gun, a target suddenly has a hole in it! It’s magic!
(4) My mother’s maiden name was “Neighbors.” So in this poem, I am talking about going fishing with Mom’s father and brothers (her menfolk), not the people next door and “Neighbors Gas” is the name of Grandfather Neighbors’ gasoline station.
(9) Cage – Many adults I think don't do enough to prepare for retirementImagine what a chicken must think who spends the bulk of its life in a cage laying eggs! Ha! He retires from life very early!
(10) Castle Grand - So maybe my sandcastle was not THAT grand, but it was GRAND to me!

Poem Continues in Part IV, Episoodes 25-33

Poem Details | by Gerald Dillenbeck |
Categories: health, humanity, humor, love, mentor, parents, peace,

Maturing Up Together

When you hear justice
do you also listen for responsive mercy?
Or are you more likely to feel merciless revenge
against uncivilized behavior
swelling vibrant adrenaline 
baptizing your self-righteous bloodstream?

If revenge is your best defense 
against chaotic complexities of anti-social behavior,
If punitive humiliation is this justice you would mentor,
live by,
then you will be an often disappointed,
and disappointingly ineffective,
and would best stay far away
from anything in law enforcement
and civil defense,
and gun permits.

Advocates and defenders of justice for all
are deep lovers of intentions and behaviors
positive humored
seeking their notnot negative unbalancing 
of empty cleansing rituals including Society's ecopolitical liturgies,
obsessive-compulsive demoralizing ruminations,
ramblings and echoes of great and small climatic transitions
quaking Earth's moral imagination
steeped in Anthro cultures and histories,
kind and not-unkind.

Justice without mercy
is like reactivating love without peace,
like trying to actually mentor love
without internal and interdependent contentment
that we are in this life together,
all both guilty and innocent of most everything one might imagine,
until we fall apart
to reweave yet another new day,
with notnot strictured Elder shadows,
mercifully thrown together 
as not-not fully grown regenerates.

Poem Details | by Sarah Bryant |
Categories: appreciation, inspiration, inspirational, love, mentor, universe,

Stand by your man FOR CONTEST

I call you Mr Primitive
Because no one will know who you are
Another little secret we now share
We go way back in time
Spanning three decades I believe
Are we really that old?
Such time has passed
We are still friends
Always there for each other
Although these days not always in person
Many months can pass no word spoken
Maybe a message here and there
We have our memories
And joint knowledge each other are there

When we met
I was a bag of nerves
No confidence
A single parent with three young boys
Abused and violated throughout my life
Barely out of my teens
I was fragile
Had trust issues
I was scared of my own shadow
Living on a huge estate
Known for its violence
I feared for my boys’ future
A decision one day changed my life
I met you
In a small community centre 
Within the heart of my concrete prison
A man with sexy blue eyes

The biggest flirt in the entire universe
Your reputation preceded you 
It was easy to see why
I took no notice of warnings
Gossip was rife
Expected in a small commune of course
I volunteered in the coffee bar
You took me under your wing
Showed me what I could achieve
You involved me with the community
Seeing skills in me I’d left in the past
Taught me to believe in myself
To be independent and strong
My mentor
My friend 
Always there with encouraging words
Sometimes more

Stolen kisses during working hours
Passion galore once alone
Unnecessary meetings attended
Minutes delivered personally
Our private meetings sensual
Frantic desire
A hunger
A thirst 
We formed a bond never broken
A mutual almost innocent love
Teaching and guiding me
Through life and hard times
Always first at my side
When it mattered the most
With a dazzling smile
Or stupid comment
Your presence fixing many a problem
Some more than you know

I know you hate slushy stuff
You try to be such a bloke
Not needing anyone or anything
Golf and beer enough to satisfy you now 
Oh I forgot the food
Your three loves in life
No room for anything else
You would never admit it but you’re scared
Of getting hurt like the rest of us
Determined never to let anyone too close again
I gave up trying to understand you
I accept and love you for what you are
So complex
We are so different
In every single way
Yet friends we still are

Our relationship has gone full circle
Friends once more
We live an ocean apart
I am living my life as I please
A selfishness taught by you
“We only have one so live it” You said
So I did and never looked back
My boys now men
Fathers with daughters of their own
I was free to fly
And I did
I am living the life I wanted
My wings spread wide with happiness everyday
You are my inspiration
One I admire and adore
So I thank you my dear friend
I am here because I met you
And made me the woman I am
Living and loving life
As only I can

Poem Details | by Yolanda Nyembezi |
Categories: giving, love, mentor,


If somebody asked me to define "LOVING"
Giving your time 
Giving your attention 
Giving your mind 
Your soul & entire body
Giving your heart 
Giving your respect 
Giving your all
Giving without expectations 
Giving freely & willingly 
Giving with just ONE hope
Hoping that the person you are GIVING to knows what LOVING is.

Poem Details | by ISAAC KINZAMBI |
Categories: god, identity, inspiration, love, mentor, prayer, social,

When you have nothing

When you have nothing

When you have nothing, its looks like you are nothing
?When you have nothing, sky looks like hanging
?When you have nothing, friend starts questioning
?Bank bangs on you ears, you are about to fail

?Money seems not growing on trees, alarming
?Your confidence tested and your hope may vanish
?When you have nothing, its doesn’t means you are nothing?
When you have nothing, God becomes everything

When you have nothing, your children think you have everything?
When you have nothing, your life partner may turn dead partner
?When you have nothing, your dream may run slower, looser
?When you have nothing, your wisdom may look falsie?

When you have nothing, all things look like cursing
?Your knowledge of the deep, may focus to the surficial butter?
When you have nothing, its doesn’t means you are nothing
When you have nothing, God becomes everything

?When you have nothing, you forgot you were born with nothing 
?When you have nothing, you forgot you would take nothing
?When you have nothing, you may think your neighbor miss nothing?
When you have nothing, you may think that money is everything?

When you have nothing, they may think you are not worthy
When you have nothing, God in you becomes everything
When you have nothing, remember the air is everything
?When you have nothing, remember life is something?

When you have nothing, remember love is everything?
When you have nothing, remember faith is everything 
?When you have nothing, remember nothing is not nothing
?When you have nothing, learn to say God you are, my everything

Poem Details | by Brian Johnston |
Categories: adventure, appreciation, best friend, blessing, innocence, love, mentor,

Beary Tales Episodes 7-14, Poet's Notes

7Playing With Fire
My mom IS quite clear on the dangers of fire,
But if boy'S hooked on flame, then it'S hard to obey,
There'S a longing for “MATCH GUN” (6) that most boys acquire,
Small'S the chance this desire won't come out in play.

Mom's plan IS a punishment fit to the crime!
Sent to bed without food ISn’t all we suffer,
First, there’S big box of matches, struck one at a time!
Now there’S fear found in match play; woodshed (7) we prefer!

8Rocking Like a Rose
A ROSE ROCK'S unique and quite rare in God’s plan,
Bear agrees that it’S treasure more precious than gold,
Even clay’S a mixed tale, shares creation with man,
Dirt’S just stardust that’S cold (2-2); seems what ‘matters’ IS old!

Surprise IS quite often found right where we play,
ROSE ROCK'S home IS red dirt if you know where to look,
A hole dug clear to China IS Bear's scheme one day;
After hours of hard digging, we find a good book!

9Stink Bait
A fisherman’S proud of ‘stink bait’ that he brews,
“Even mouse wants to upchuck!” but Granddad’S all smile,
But it’S ice cream to catfish that live in lake’s ooze,
There’S short wait but the fish seem to strike without guile.

Boy’S trusted with rod and reel; soon cast gets made!
But Bear’s nose sports a clothespin, for “stink bait’S” so bad,
Sunny day, lightweight chairs, three prong hook, “where’S our shade?”
Yes, each moment IS precious when we’re with Granddad.

10Ode To An Elm (No One Looks Up)
Our favorite tree IS the backyard’s big elm,
It’S one path to the sky that for us brooks no fear,
Low limb reached from our swing, once we're there, it’S new realm,
Soon there’S nothing to see! Boy and Bear disappear.

This tree IS enchanted; it gets used a lot,
Earth IS left far behind; play with clouds when we dare,
What roams high in the sky, ISn’t caught, Camelot, (8)
There IS peace all around with Bear Twins in the air!

11Give All Quarter (Give No Quarter)
Mom’s mom’s gift IS coin (which Grandkids celebrate),
Though it'S little in fact, candy store'S block away,
Bear and I love store treat, Grandma’s supper IS great,
When it'S time to go home, all the kids want to stay!

Boy's share IS a quarter, but girls just get dime,
These are life lesson's passed on though Boy IS just youth,
He sees life IS unkind! People run out of time!
That Love'S daily decision, not earned or the truth.

12Hidey Holes
Bear Johnston IS privy to hidey-holes too,
Hide and seek IS our forte, tight lip IS our fort,
It’S reality check when events make us blue,
Danger’S looking, but news ISn’t much to report!

It'S scary whenever my folks get upset,
So much bigger than boy IS, sometimes forget strength,
Though when boy'S wrongly punished there'S always regret,
Belt's abuse IS worse problem than thickness or length.

13Country Gas ‘Crew’
The ‘Crew’S’ taking gas to some farms far from town!
'NEIGHBORS GAS' (4) bright green 'SINCLAIR' truck'S ready to go,
Granddad’s engine IS warmed up, cab windows are down,
It IS time for departure and time for our show!

There’S no one we meet doesn’t know him that could,
His hand'S proud on my head as he calls me Grandson!
There IS farmer we meet who IS splitting some wood,
Boy IS taught to swing ax while fuel transfer gets done.

14Cicadas! What a Buzz!
Cicadas lay eggs on back elm; it’S home tree,
Their nymphs hatch then, there’S fall to ground waiting below,
Now home’S soil, sucking sap, molting skins till we see,
Climbs a tree, back IS splitting, "Cicada hello!" (2-3)

There’S room for caught nymphs on porch screen for the night.
It’S a miracle moment; shell left; wings fill out,
And their 'moment of truth' IS the next morning’s light,
First there’S buzz in our hands; then they’re flying about.

Poet’s Notes:
(2-2) Star Dust – This is my favorite science factIt is now known all solid elements, and all gases except hydrogen are created when a very ancient star lives, dies, and explodesSo it follows then that everything we see, dirt, mountains, trees, and flowers, other animals like us, even water, and the air we breathe is the gift of a dying starWe are truly all wonderfully made - from stardust! Is it just coincidence that the Bible says God made man from clay (a kind of dirt, i.e., stardust)? What do you think?
(2-3) Cicadas - Cicadas molt (shed their skins)! They outgrow and change their skin many times before the last molt where the adult emerges and spreads his new wings like a butterflyThen the cicada flies high up into the trees and makes those loud noises we hear every summer to attract a mateCommon species of cicadas live in the ground for three, seven, or even seventeen years before the final molt where they emerge in their winged form to mate and lay eggs.
(6) The “MATCH GUN” described here is a clever device that both lights a wooden kitchen match and shoots it 20 - 30 feet at the same timeIt is great fun after dark! The plans can be purchased from the author at any time for a 12 pack of DrPepperCash and/or credit cards are not accepted!
(7) Camelot – A mythical kingdom of peace and tranquility on earth under the leadership of King Arthur and Merlin the Magician!
(8) Remember the Tom Hank’s Movie “Big?” The intention here is to include a child’s desire to grow up more quickly and to be “free” like adults are (in his mind)!

Poem Continues in "Beary Tales Episodes 15-25

Poem Details | by Abdulhafeez Oyewole |
Categories: beauty, best friend, growth, happiness, home, love, mentor, passion, woman,

While I Coo

Many nights though have passed before you came to my world
Now your presence means a million to me
Over and over your song will remain sonorous in my ears
Peace be upon you my umbrella
I know you’re all ears while I coo