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An Abused Child

' Please don't hit me anymore daddy, I love you, I'll stay in my bed'
He screamed back ' I'll make you wish you were dead'
But the belts weren't enough, he began to hit her with his fist
They both beat her for reasons they had put on that list

Crying and red welts covering her body so small
Her face bruised and bleeding, where he beat her into the wall
He jerked her up and tied her and tied her hands behind her back
Then he tied her feet together, really tight leaving no slack

He filled the tub with water as she lay bleeding on the floor
He then took her and put her in the water holding her head under like before
Her whole life was filled with pain and strife, so many fears
She thought everyone lived this way, all those years

People can't understand why she is so sad alot these days
Planted deep inside so much pain from the past, not a faze
She gets so sad her to hear about another child murdered or abused
Thrown away as everyday trash, broken, abandoned and bruised

My heart weeps for all the children who have been through this
The life I described used to be mine, all children don't live in bliss
We have to take action and protect these children now
Some won't live to share their story, but I will speak up, this I vow! ! !
By Dogs4donna

poem by Donna Nimmo
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My Mothers Life

Born into poverty, abandoned very young
No mother or lullabies to be sung
Left all alone, her the oldest of three
Boards nailed on the windows so they couldn't see

She would write on the wall, one mark each day
So she would know how long they'd been away
Dad said to her, mom is really sick
Got to get her to the hospital, need to go real quick

Take care of the kids till we get back
Not a light in the place, all was black
Barely any food for them all to eat
The room so drafty, there was no heat

One day when she had fourteen marks on the wall
She heard a man shout out a call
He told the others, I hear crying inside
Pulled the boards of the door, while they tried to hide

He told the others, these children need food and clothes
He sure glad he heard them before the building was bulldozed
He called child welfare, and ladies came out
They took these poor children without a doubt

They took these children to different foster parents
Their neglect and and poverty was quite apparent
Their parents never returned to get them back
But at least they weren't still living in that old shack

They all were adopted to different places
Never to hold or see each others faces
Helen was the oldest, the one who had cared for them
Haunted for life, from the memories that stem

I know this story oh so well
Because of the past her whole life was hell
I was her daughter, till she passed away
It effected my life too, I was others prey

She didn't know how to be a mother
All we three, her children had was one another
So I suffer the curse of loneliness and depression
I've been loved and another's possession

I've been abused, the pain goes deep
What other have sewn is what I've reaped

By Dogs4donna

poem by Donna Nimmo
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The Soldiers Family

I watch this big brave man as he rests in his chair
He sits so quiet and still, he doesn't notice me there
He watches the TV screen, not seeing anything at all
A tear runs down his face, his life with his son he recalls

His little boy grew up, and left home to find his way
Daddy thinks about him all the time now that he's gone away
He worked so many hours, didn't have much time with him
He wanted him to have the best, to cater to every whim

The son joined the army out of high school and went away to train
And now dad worries all the time, please don't let my boy be slain
Daddy's heart is broken to pieces, till his son can safely return
The pain in his heart so deep, a stabbing steady burn

Why can't we end this war, not lose anymore of our children
They leave as teenage boys and if they return, broken men
So many tears and broken hearts, our children going to fight
Families wrecked and worried, not knowing their children's plight.

God bless our troops and the families they leave behind
They fighting for our honor and freedom for all man kind
The blood flows like red rivers, we need to end this soon
Please bring every soldier safely back home, and all their platoon!

Dedicated to my wonderful husband and son and everyone else who has a loved fighting a war. Please god bring them home!
By Dogs4donna

poem by Donna Nimmo
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Could You Hold Me

Could you hold me for a little while, in your arms tonight
Make me feel warm and secure, hug me real tight
The warmth has left our home in past years gone by
If you could just hold me a little bit, I promise not to cry

I know the closeness and passion has blown out with the wind
But if you could just hold me a little, my broken heart might mend
I miss you holding my hand, when we walk down the street
If you could hold me a little while, my heart could skip a beat

With this band I promised you, my life until the end
Could you hold me just a little bit, your arms could you send
I'm very cold and lonely now, your touch could make me soar
Would you hold me just a little, would this be too great a chore! !

By Dogs4donna

poem by Donna Nimmo
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Woman On The Run

She sits trembling with fear as tears slide down her face
She hears his car back firing in the driveway as he ends this chase
He’s been stalking her and she runs once again for her life
Dear god in heaven, how could she have let him make her his wife

She has to sleep with a knife under her pillow, in case he should break in
She wouldn’t stand a chance, he’s so strong he would win
Moving real often now, hiding anywhere she can
If only he’d never find her, she must come up with a better plan

This time he keyed her car and ran her off the road
She’s so afraid of him, carrying such a load
He told her if he couldn’t have her, he wouldn’t let her live
Too many scars and broken bones for her to ever forgive

He’s told her they will find her body in a dumpster
She’s got small children, so this can’t occur
He finds where she works, and threatens all the time
She has a restraining order, he knows this is a crime

So many women have to face this fear, each and everyday
The ones they love most, a lot of times make them their prey
Why can’t we get involved, and try to help them get free
I know a lot about this, because them used to be me!

By Dogs4donna

poem by Donna Nimmo
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In A Perfect World

In a perfect world every child would have a Mom and Dad
All would have plenty to eat, no child ever to be sad
Mother's wouldn't be taking lives of their innocent ones
Young children wouldn’t join gangs and carry guns

In a perfect world there would be no war, no hate
All be brothers and sisters, before it’s too late
Would be guardian angels to all in sadness and pain
All could walk in love, no one ever to be slain

But this will never be a perfect world, many tears shall fall
Blood shall run in rivers, not much happiness to recall
Our loved ones murdered daily, loss of life across the seas
This is what our world has become, brought us to our knees

So much fighting, so much hate
Is this to be our ending fate?

By Dogs4donna

poem by Donna Nimmo
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Happy mothers Day In Heaven

I reached for your hand, It wasn’t there
I needed your heart, you didn’t care
I was born to you, you couldn’t love me
I was a mistake, you needed to be free

I don’t blame you, life dealt you a bad deal
You never knew love, and could not heal
Abandoned yourself, a very young child
You needed your freedom, to be wild

Trapped like a wild animal all your life
So much burden to have children and be a wife
Made bad choices, abuse was all you knew
The worst of mankind is what you drew

You never healed from being a kid
I couldn’t understand back then, things you did
My biggest fear growing up, was being like you
I was so broken, but finally pulled through

You couldn’t accept my love till you got old and sick
I wanted your love through then and thick
I took care of you till the very end, my heart breaking
I needed your love, and it was finally there for the taking

So I want you to know if you can see me up there
You will always be in my heart, I’ll always care
Do I forgive you, I’m haunted by losing you again
I feel so lucky for the short time, before it had to end

It’s been two years now, I still carry the pain
I’ve always loved you, and it wasn’t in vane
The cemetery is painful, I know you aren’t there
But I can talk to you, please know I care.

Your life was tragic and so was mine
I’ve broken the curse and continue to shine
I hope you have, a wonderful mothers day
You’re with God now, and not others prey

So I say goodbye, once again for now
I’ll see you again, this I vow!

By Dogs4donna

poem by Donna Nimmo
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Daddy Of A Soldier

I'd wrap my soul around your heart if it could ease your pain
My soul, my heart, my arms but still your hurt would remain
He's leaving soon to fight some war in a far off distant land
The son you raised and taught to love and never raise a hand

Days into weeks and weeks will seem like years
Before the war is over, will have cried thousands of tears
I hurt for him and hurt for you, knowing the pain we'll all go through
He's got to pay back Americas debt that is long overdue

The Army took a boy and turned him into a strong man
He's going to fight for our safety, we all must take a stand
God he's in your hands now, we're leaving it up to you
Please let him fight in victory, for the red, white and blue!

By Dogs4donna

poem by Donna Nimmo
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Monster Called Depression

Where do I go and where can I hide
That monster called depression is lurking inside
I work so hard to make it go away
Like a hovering cloud that wants to stay

Grasping to the edge of a deep black abyss
Have to look to the light and not reminisce
Got to keep so busy so I don't think
About the terrors of the past, once upon the brink

So long ago, when I couldn't be me
Where my soul was imprisoned and I could not free
My being bound to him through fear and shame
An animal held my life hostage, it's no longer his game!
By Dogs4donna

poem by Donna Nimmo
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Turn Up The Music

Thoughts get behind me, don’t want to think
So confused, loved or not tears on the brink
What goes on in that silent mind of yours?
Love and loneliness goes on in hers

Turn the music up louder, maybe not think at all
Live life in the songs, a place where she can stall
Keeping thoughts to herself, she can’t unwind
So much baggage from the past on her mind

Everything in her life locked down tight
When sadness come over her coming to light
On top of the world some of the time
His moods bringing her down, what a crime

She will continue to live in his shadow
Maybe things can change, back to long ago
Her ipod can silence everything else
So maybe today, just keep to herself

By Dogs4donna

poem by Donna Nimmo
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Love Blood Tear Heart

LOVE
I love you
I believe you
you made my heart beat
I can't believe it
I'm in love
when I see you
my face turns red
my voice shakes
what can i do?

BLOOD
I can't believe
all was false
you wasn't the truth
I'm heartbroken
my heart is bloody now
somebody help me
let my heart stop
that still beat for him
blood blood
my heart is bleeding

TEAR
what is this warm thing
that flows on my face
Is it the blood?
that overflowed from my heart?
It is tear
no, it is just a salty water]
I can't be crying

I tear my heart
so that it won't beat anymore
It hurts...
not the pain that heart is torn
but the pain i'm betrayed by you
the pain we can't love anymore

HEART
my heart will never beat
my heart will stay cold
and nobody will find me
don't expect me to love you again
I'm not fool anymore
my heart has stopped
my heart has torn
In future i will be able to say to you
'you're just somebody, i forgot you'

LOVE
BLOOD-
TEAR
HEART

poem by Eliar LUN
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Children At Christmas

Christmas presents piled high against the wall
Too many to go under the tree, they might fall
Glistening ornaments sparkling with the light
A beautiful window for those driving at night

Nice decorations adorning the lawn
A pretty little doe and a real cute fawn
Christmas lights flashing, coming down the street
Santa Claus there for everyone to greet

Two little children, watching out the window next door
They don’t understand that they are really poor
Wondering where the beauty is for their yard
Wondering why their lawn just looks so charred

Never had a daddy, mommy works all the time
Mommy cries when the Christmas bells chime
They write a letter to Santa, asking for a daddy this year
Maybe under their small tree, he might appear

So many people less fortunate than us
In my world, they would have surplus
No child in the world should ever have tears
They should be happy without worry and fears.

By Dogs4donna

poem by Donna Nimmo
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To My Unborn Children

To my unborn children
To my unborn children
Just remember daddy loves you
Hope the lord’s looking after you

In case god judges me differently
I just want to tell you this
I’ve learned many things, As I’m blessed and still living
Thinking about my past, yeah reminiscing
My mum was a alone, single parent but proud
I love you mum and I’m saying it loud
I’ve only got one life to live
I hope god can forgive me for my sins
I promise I’ll never lie, cheat or steal again
My only friend is pain and misery
Cos of all the agony that certain people gives to me
See my life isn’t great but it'll sure get better
Hope you understand my love letter,

I'm writing you this letter
It’s to my unborn children
Want to let you know that I love you
Please believe that I feel this way
I think about you every day
And I have so much to say

It's hard to face this, cold world on a good day
When will they let us have our say?
I was in an RTA and yeah I'm still breathing
Got to be proof there’s a god if you’re looking for a reason
Can I believe in my own fate
Have to learn on my own now
I want to make it on my own
Yeah I don’t want no handouts
I don’t want any fuss when it’s my time to die
Don’t worry about me
I’ll be up in the skies
Trust me I won’t be feeling any pain
Cos I’ll get to see my unborn children again

I'm writing you this letter
It’s to my unborn children
Want to let you know that I love you
Please believe that I feel this way
I think about you every day
And I have so much to say

Dear lord hear me when I say
Look after my unborn children
Cos I will take over from you one day
Until that day will my children get to feel love?
Better still if you do will you show them enough?
Oh how I wish they were here
Maybe I should try and change
Then my outlook on life would be more tame
I hate this tough decisions game
Every time I look out at the pounding rain
I see their faces staring back at me
And I'm sorry for not being there
Just know your daddy is a fighter, me against the world
Bless the children of his earth
To the Lord when it’s my turn
May I eternally rest in your peace
So I can take care of my unborn children
I would look after them now
I’m stretching up with my fingertips
I’m so close, yet still so far out of reach

I'm writing you this letter
It’s to my unborn children
Want to let you know that I love you
Please believe that I feel this way
I think about you every day
And I have so much to say

To my unborn children, please forgive me
This letter goes out to you to hopefully make you see
That daddy thinks about you daily
mummy and daddy loves you, we’ve got nothing but love for you
Hope you got a good life up there with the lord
One day we’ll be up there with you
Please, please understand
Just know we got love for you
We’ll see you soon up there in heaven
Take care my children, take care
Have fun and be smart
Stay together and you’ll be okay
I know sometimes you look down on us...confused
But hopefully daddy’s thoughts and prayers will help you get through everyday
Cos when I die my spirit will fly determinedly your way

poem by J.M. Basey
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Writing A Prisoner

You say that you are not your crime
With the scars of pain, I also do your time
I want to forgive you I pray that I can
Though drugs were involved, you're still the man

I sat through the trial with so much sorrow
For my aunt there would be no tomorrow
I cried for all the pain she went through
The details were horror, the whole court room knew

I can't think about her, or I'll break down again
The past so ugly I don't know how to begin
You say you don't remember that much
You need to stop using drugs as your crutch

I hope you're sincere about changing your ways
You avoided the death penalty, but it's you that pays
She paid with her life, which hurt so many
You've thrown away your life, in years you got plenty

God must have saw to it that you're life was spared
Maybe he saw something in you they couldn't be shared
I wrote to you because I had to know
If you regretted it and or putting on a show

You asked to see what kind of poems I write
I find myself awake thinking again tonight

By Dogs4donna

poem by Donna Nimmo
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My Hurricane Panic Attacks

The Weather Panic Attacks
Watching every weather station, reading every report
Stomach twisting in knots, knowing my home is to be my fort
Over whelming fear of doom, of this hurricane that's headed this way
Will this be the one, with wall of water that buries all that stay

I can't seem to breath and heart racing, can't calm down, so afraid
Brings me back to early childhood, to where some times I played
Brings back memories of abuse and being held under the dark water
Where I was held off a pier, being pulled under like a lamb to slaughter

I tell myself this will be okay, but deep down I guess I can't reason
I'm so terrified, because they say this will be a bad hurricane season
People don't want to hear the weather report any more from me
They can't feel the terror of what I feel and they can't see

Will I forever be doomed with this curse on my life, the fear and pain
Can the panic attacks begin to go and treat the weather like rain
The storm has pasted, the weather center I must start watching again
To start watching for tropical Caribbean weather all over again!
By Dogs4donna

poem by Donna Nimmo
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Tied Up (7' Version)

Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Gulemo Dilemma
Gulemo Dilemma
Tie me up, the city heat
Bring the bell, go down the street
Tie me up to the Babaumba Beat
Try to beat, try to fight
Take me back into the ring tonight
Shake it up, beat down the beat
Shake it up to the Babaumba Heat
It's the African Queen, we got the summer night grand
It's the African Queen, the hottest lady in town
It's the African Queen, who keeps me on my feet
It's the African Queen, the Babaumba Beat
All you need is love
Take my heart
And hold me tight forever, forever
Bombo-yo, ko ko ko bombo ya
Bombo-yo, ko ko ko bombo ya
Bombo-yo, ko ko ko bombo ya
Ring the bell
Roll down the street
Tie me up into the city heat
Take me guys, keep up the beat
Bring the bell into the city heat
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Gulemo Dilemma
Gulemo Dilemma
Got awaaaaaaaaaay
Got awaaaaaaaaaay
Got awaaaaaaaaaay (de-le-maaaaaa)
(bal-du-ah)
Take me guys, keep up the beat
Bring the bell into the city heat
Got awaaaaaaaaaay eko-ahll-ahhhhhhhhhhhhh
Ring the bell, roll down the street
Tie me up into the city heat
Take me guys, keep up the beat
Bring the bell into the city heat
Take it up, beat on the beat
Shake it up, the Babaumba Beat
Keep your cool, keep cool your mind
Shift the beat, you're one of a kind
Kick the gong, beef up the beat
Back to hell into the city heat
Hit the bell, roll down the street
Tie me up to the Babaumba Beat
Take the beat, take the fight
Take me back into the ring tonight
It's the African Queen, we got the summer night grand
It's the African Queen, the hottest lady in town
It's the African Queen, who keeps me on my feet
It's the African Queen, the Babaumba Beat
Gulemo Dilemma
It's the African Queen, we got the summer night grand
It's the African Queen, the hottest lady in town
It's the African Queen, who keeps me on my feet
It's the African Queen, the Babaumba Beat
All you need is love
Take my heart and hold me tight forever, forever

song performed by by Yello
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Tied Up (7' Version)

song performed by by Yello
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His Call

That evening
I sat down to write
My very last mail
To him.

And while I was writing
I could feel
My aching heart
Throbbing so loud
I could hear
Every beat of it
Pulsating with pain.

And still I kept writing
My very last mail
To him.
Though my eyes
Felt blurred
With all the tears
That rushed asunder
Streaming through my cheeks
And yet I brushed them aside
And wrote
My very last mail to him.

And when I had done
All the writing
I took a long, last look
At that letter of mine
Re-reading every word of it
That I had written to him
With all my heart...

Those precious moments
Were so endearing to me
For I felt that
Once this mail goes
I won't be able to
Write to him anymore
No more of those
Diary mails of mine
I used to write to him
Everyday.

For I had made a Promise
Never to go back
To him.
And that promise I had made
To him and to myself
With all the pain
And the agony
That had shrouded me.

Yes - that promise has stayed Intact
And I would abide by it.
And I haven't faltered...
Though my tender heart feels
So very Bruised.

And even though
The other day
He called me up
And I heard
His broken voice
Over the phone
Saying that
He had read my mail
Explaining himself
How he was...
How very dear to him
I have been
How very close
To his heart.

I just listened
And yet his garble of words
Were beyond me now
And more than his voice
His words of care
I could hear -
The waves of silence
That had engulfed me.

He did all the talking
And I -
All the listening...
And yet,
Today - when I look back
I don't feel like going back
To him anymore.

And I know he might call again
Asking me if I am cross.
In life's such delicate
Situations -
Being angry doesn't help
So why should I be?

It is just that
I don't feel like
Writing to him anymore
The pain is just too much
And so are the scars of the past
Like scabs on the skin
Bleeding every now and then.

And so that was my last mail
My very last mail to him
And his call for a truce
I had to choose...
Truce with him
Or truce with my silence.

And I looked back
At all the hard times
He had given me -
All the pain of the past years
That kept reverberating inside
Like the Tinnitus of being Deaf.

And I thought
I would call it a truce
A truce of realisation
A truce of acceptance
No - not with him.
But - A Lifetime's Truce
With me and my Destiny.

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Letter To A Soldier

A soldier got a letter, from the one he loved the most,
he looked at her new picture and he began to boast,
about his lovely wife and their kids back home,
which made all his buddies, think about their own,
when he was all alone, with her letter in his hand,
he thought about the love they had, and began to understand,
the reasons he had for fighting, and the sacrifices he had to make,
so the freedom of his family, no one could ever take,
he kissed the letter as though it was his wife,
it would have to do him, through all his pain and strife,
he kept the letter with him, right next to his heart,
as if it would protect him, during the battles he knew would start,
though many men were wounded, and some of them had died,
he kept the letter with him, it gave him strength inside,
the letter told him, all he had to know,
that his family missed him, and they loved him so,
so all you married ladies, with a husband in Iraq,
send him a little something everyday, until he finally does come back,
tell him about the children and the little things they do,
tell him how much you love him, you know he misses you,
soon this war will be over, and the killing all will end,
there will be a smile upon your face, when you welcome home,
YOUR BEST FRIEND.

written by Harry Bryant
28 August 2008 ©
all rights reserved

poem by Harry Bryant
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The Price Of Freedom

Our freedom comes at a very high cost
Our children go and fight and some are lost
Trying to make sense of this grueling war
Who has really won, when tallies score

A life time of pain and an ocean of tears
No end in sight after fighting all these years
Are we winning or losing this life of fighting
Send more troops they say in writing

To send more troops, will this end this war
Or will more sons and daughters be washed to shore
Spend more money and recruit more men
Are we back to where we started once more again

There are no answers, the terrorism such a threat
They started with 911 and we will never forget
They plot against us, always conniving and sly
The USA and allies, you got your reply

They hate us for breathing and being a free nation
They hate us all, that's not Muslim relations
You terrorists better get used to it, we won't lay down
When you attack our country we will be coming to your town!
By Dogs4donna

poem by Donna Nimmo
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Children Of The Street

Children of the streets

If I could put into words what I think and feel
It would be a never ending story, and I would not heal.
So I will write just what’s on my mind today.
For that won’t take too much away.

I’m thinking of all the children of the world
Who don’t have a roof above their head
Not even a soft tender bed.

Their beds are just papers thrown on the ground
They cry to themselves without making a sound.
The pain in their hearts no one can feel
They survive in the streets and learn how to steal.

Abandoned by the ones who brought them into this world
Is this the life for any boy or girl.
No food for them to eat, a candy bar is a treat.
No clean water for which to bathe
Now that is a crying shame.

These abandoned children, create abandoned children
for they know no other way.
And for their safety to the LORD I do pray

poem by Louis Rams
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