The People In The Park
a white child
is held by the hands
of a mother
beside them is
the father
quite a scene
about a happy
family
to start with
two lovers sit
under the shady tree
one steals a kiss
the other holds the face
the place is
filled with laughter
and teasing
inside is the
turbulence that
they all do not know
it is inside
me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Family
There's a child inside
A man inside
A woman inside
A sage inside
A mother inside with breasts of love
A father inside with hands of care
A child inside beautifully caressed
A mother inside with the wing of dove
A father inside the flight to share
A child inside with parents blessed
A sage inside with a peaceful face
The peace to bestow in all its grace
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Remembering Childhood
by accident you come across
an old picture
you recognize the face of your father
beside your mother
with his gun on the side of his body
as reservist of the army
you look closely
your mother pouts
and she is holding on to her
white skirt
you father's right hand grips
his gun
while the left holds on to
the chair just behind your
mother's neck
there is a baby being held
by your mother
it is sleeping and it looks
like you
your father does not like
you and you know it from the very start
you know how to pretend
till he died
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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His Kiss
His kiss was like the ocean, spraying my face;
His kiss was like sugar, only getting a taste.
His kiss filled me with passion, from the inside out,
His kiss held confidence, without a doubt.
His kiss made me squirm, ever so slightly,
His kiss pulled me forwards and held me tightly.
His kiss made me wonder if anything would ever be,
His kiss opened my eyes and let me see.
His kiss was warm to the touch,
His kiss held my heart in which it clutched.
His kiss was perfection, even to this day,
His kiss unforgettable, but this I shall never say.
The Hands Of Time!
the hands of a small child,
shaping sand on the beach.
the flutter of wings,
a sparrow's first flight.
seeds planted by hand
in the fresh plowed ground.
the light teasing shadows,
late afternoon to night.
the war hero's silence,
his eyes grown hard.
the family burying the child,
the mother cannot weep.
the hungry stare
of poverty's stink.
the addict's hard edge,
bare rooms, bare walls.
the hanging tree,
and the lovers oak.
the bullet in the chamber,
and the open mission.
the church locked empty,
boxes to beds in the alley.
the old man who cant forgive
what the young boy did.
the hands of a small child...
the hands of time!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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From The Inside Out
If you'd look at me
You could never see
That the love of you
Comes from the inside out
For upon my face
You'll find no trace
Of a love that's only
For you
It burns inside my soul
Putting me all a glow
It comes from the inside out
Even though I've never seen
Your face
You've always held that place
My heart it's just there for you
From the inside out
Some things were meant to be
My love for you
Is one of these
My Lord no one could ever
Take your place
For my love of You
Comes from the inside out
poem by David Kush
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Family is where
It is not just like circulation,
with it's complete formation.
There's a mother, a father,
a son and a daughter.
Family has it's own faces,
The one takes seriously.
Other makes you happy,
many different races.
A family brings you laughter,
even sometimes give you tears,
or a family make you brighter,
but the one you will fear.
Is this the true family?
where is the place of happiness?
the one treat you badly?
or the one fill your emptiness?
poem by Aldrin Villena
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The Doors Are Locked
From inside of this room
I shall not exit
I have locked the doors
To the world outside.
It does not matter to me what is happening outside, because
Behind these locked doors
Is the world that I live in,
This land of my dreams that
I have fabricated for myself alone.
I recall my father recently reading me a story-
Of a woman who created a world within her dreams-
There she lived and locked herself
Inside of the doors that
Barred her from all that is real.
My father's hope was that
I would find my way out from
This place he called the land of my delusions.
This place which he calls the land of my delusions has become
My only veracity.
From the inside of this room
I shall not exit-it is here I safely converse with
The voices inside of my mind.
The doors to this room are locked, but
I can still hear my mother weeping, and
I hear my mother cry out from the midst of her tears-
What has become of my only child?
Inside of this room, I have constructed a world.
The doors are locked and
I have shut reality out-
The doors to my room are locked and
I have lost the key.
My mother is still weeping as her one and only
Has lost the key that would open the doors
To the world outside-
My mother is sobbing; the key is lost and alas-
Her only child's sanity has also been lost.
poem by Claudia Krizay
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Rain Falls
Desert ruins that lay to waste
with the smell and bitter taste
of death in the air
the screams of misery inside
from a blood red sky
left for those in despair
of those we felt die
A past full of unforgotten years
filled with genocide
as rain falls thousands of tears
remembering the souls that weep
of those that lay to sleep
now in thier resting place
As a mother holds her child
with sadness on her face
she longs for a past
of a time so long ago
where dreams were so vast
now she had to let go
as so many bleed
for the white man's greed
Spiritwind-2011
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Life's reaction; My action
I grasped it, the tide of turbulence
I won it, the battle of belief
I fought it, the fear of fury
I taught it, the tips to taming
I loved it, the fun of family
I felt it, the pinch of poverty
I lived it, the life of liberty
Oh, I saw it, the light of 'liberty'
Believed it, the password to 'poverty'
confessed it, the freedom from 'family'
allowed it, the truth that 'tames'
detested it, the flight into fury
hated it, the beauty of the belief
coated it, the triumph over turbulence
How that, the turbulence of trials TAUGHT
The belief of bare beauty BORN
The fury of the founder FROZEN
The taming of the tiger TAKEN in
The family of the favoured FROWNED at
The poverty of the proud PLANTED
The liberty of the lovers LOATHED
My take and the side I take-
Face it, trials' turbulence
defeat it, the battling belief
avoid it, the father's fury
allow it, One's tiger's taming
fuel it, the family's formation
see it, the proud's poverty
and live it, Lord's liberty.
poem by Adedolapo Olisa
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The family that used to be
The family the used to be
There was once a happy family
Everything seem to be going right
Everybody was happy
There was no arguments or no fights
My mom and dad loved each other
Well at least I thought so
But after 2 years or so
All the love seemed to go
And disappear into the night
They began to argue
They began to fight
This hurted me inside
At night I cried
I hated for the family to fall apart
This truly broke my heart
When my father left the house
I didn’t care anymore
I wanted the family to be happy and full of love
But like my father that all went out the door
My heart felt so soar
I couldn’t love anymore
So I began to not care
Doing things I wouldn’t dare do
ONLY IF MY FATHER WAS HERE
My mom worries about me and wonder why I act this way
I never told her why
I just simply reply I’ll be ok
No one understands me
No one feels the pain I feel
When I think about how my family used to be
And how it is today
So a family the once used to be a family 3
Is now a family of 2
The house is quiet boring and blue
It’s not the same with out my dad here
But I can’t do nothing but cry (tear)
Signed a hurt child
By atiya
poem by Atiya Smith
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Father's Day,2012
O thank your dad for what you are today!
In life, a pivotal role, he does play;
‘His contribution is priceless, ' let's say;
Like mother, father gives bliss anyway!
A father's place, no person else can take;
A father's love is of a special make;
He toils unceasingly for family's sake;
He tells the members what is called as fake!
A fatherless child becomes unruly;
A child with father lives so casually;
With father gone, life can turn cruelly;
A father gives all, joy in family!
Respect your father for his weighs in gold;
He teaches you to be righteous and bold;
He is a fountain of wisdom when old;
His sacrifices most, remain untold!
So, wish your father on this special day;
Do greet him, hug him, kiss him anyway;
A father means a lot in life some way;
Return his love is some form, come what may!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-06-12
poem by John Celes
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Inside Out
OUTSIDE
is the laughter,
INSIDE
is same laughter
i am the same
inside out, but sometimes
OUTSIDE
the rain pours out like the tears of the widow
INSIDE
the heart copes up with the stillness of the pond without the fish.
OUTSIDE
the laughter subsides
INSIDE
the crying begins
when we meet
since i do not want to share my grief
I am no longer the same
INSIDE OUT.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Outside
Outside the worlds a mindless child
Outside
Outside reflects the worst of styles
Outside
Inside when youre in my arms
A mindless child is still to be borne
Inside, baby, when we come inside
Outside the politics of greed
Outside
Outside misbehavior seethes
Outside
Mindless repression dominates the street
While I kneel down and kiss your feet
Inside, baby, when we come inside
Outside
Outside they dont think they breed
Outside
Outside emotion determines need
Outside
Outside the worlds a mindless child
That we could bring to life in your arms
Inside, baby, when we come inside
Outside the politics of hate an greed
Outside
Outside the worlds a mindless child
Outside
But when I hold you in my arms
Its a mindless child that you want
Inside, no matter bout the world outside
Inside, a babys what you want inside
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Dead Boys Poem
The child sits and weeps,
How could this be all that matters,
Why did this have to hurt so deep,
How could this be life?
The child sits with the pain inside,
He sits with his heart in his chest,
‘How could I have died? ’
Is all he thinks, he forgets the rest.
The child’s eyes closed so tight,
His fists clenched so strong
He feels the night,
He knows everything that happened was wrong.
The child stands and looks into the houses light
He stares at not the window,
Not at the sight,
Yet only for the weeping widow.
The child stands holding the gun,
The gun he died holding,
As he remembers his father killing him, his only son
He remembers his father scolding.
He knows he took a life,
Yet he knows his father took his,
He remembers not the taking of his father’s life,
Only the pain of his father stealing his.
His eyes so dark,
His mind so lost,
His hand tracing deaths mark,
As he remembers it’s cost.
He remembers the scene, the time,
He remembers the look in his father’s face,
He remembers doing the crime,
He remembers seeing the pain in his father’s face.
But then his memory stops,
And reality takes place,
For this is when he dropped,
This is when life left his face.
He walks past,
To eternity; to roam
Of all his memories this shall be his last
For this is the dead boy’s poem.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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How Beautiful Is Pregnancy
A man is so glad to know- that inside you
His child grows.
The most beautiful thing on this earth
Is a woman giving birth.
As her stomach starts to grow
And her soft caressing hands begin to show
You'll see her face take on a radiating glow.
She will see life in a different way
As her motherly instincts come into play.
her body which she had taken for granted before
Is about to open a new door.
This is the door to life
and as you do the pushing pains
From this moment on your life will change.
And when you feel that child stretching
Those walls of life
You'll know it was worth the pains and sacrifice.
You may see its head and then its face
Searching this unfamiliar place.
Looking for the warmth that it knew
When it was inside of you.
It will take some time for the child to adjust
But it'll recall your gentle touch
Now the first step comes into place
When you look at each others face.
An indefinable feeling that you can't put into words
But for nine months this child has heard.
The beating of its mothers heart
Had become as one
And a new life had begun.
Now you have become what GOD intended
A mother of life - of hopes and dreams
And all that is seen and unseen.
Look deeply into that child s eyes
And it will take you where you've
Never been before - as it opens
Up its souls door.
This is what - 'as a man'- I see
And you can't take that away from me.
poem by Louis Rams
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Missing Link
A sickly child lie
frail on the sofa in the living room.
A knock on the door,
His mother opened.
The man who entered the child knew it was his father.
Whose child is this?
“It is your youngest son” his mother said.
The children in the street
all had a father; the child had waited for him.
But his father ignored him,
gave chocolate to his sister and brother,
then he drank from a bottle,
his mother threw him out.
Next day asked his mother, ” are you sure he is my father? ”
She slapped her son’s face and cried.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Inside That Coffin
Inside that coffin
It is where family wisdom comes from
Where we have been parented
Where a minority of this family rest.
INSIDE THAT COFFIN
It is where the beloved one rest
For god have sent her there
Where she thirst no more
INSIDE THAT COFFIN
A silver rest inside
Thou its inside is filled with darkness
INSIDE THAT COFFIN
I have proven
Every dark cloud, there is a silver lining.
poem by Nengovhela Murendeni
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Looking Upon A Child
looking upon a child i compress my years
like how i keep the lines confined inside my palms.
i stop for while following where the child goes.
his hands are buds, his feet as small as a saki cup.
his eyes as innocent as an oil lamp waking on a dark night.
his hair are soft and silky like a kitten fur
his sounds like the arrival of morning on the grass.
i hold his tiny hands and i am back to my senses.
he calls my name, but i am no longer there.
i am back to my room. It is as crowded as a storehouse
with papers and books and chairs and used clothes hanging
on the beams and walls. Some old figurines bathed with dusts.
Some dried spittle on the floor. Some unopened off-white pages
filled with age.
i wonder, despite this crowd of things and thoughts,
despite the fullness of the wind from the window
there is still the wide vacancy of space. Inside the heart longs.
Inside the sound howls. Inside something so faint shouts.
It is the sound of the child still calling my name.
It is looking for me and i am never complete.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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One Child, One Day
(gerry house, layng martine, jr.)
Three wise men, a shining star
A mother and a father who had come so far
How could they know about their son
And the miracle hed become
That he held the soul of man
In his tiny little hands
Chorus:
One child one day
And the universe will never be the same
From bethlehem
Cause the angels voices rejoicing in his name
Oh, and I believe with all my heart
That he will show the way
And you and I will meet
One child one day
A small white church, a mountainside
Cathedrals filled with music, and golden light
Oh, we gather everywhere
For the peace thats always there
For the story that is told
Of a birth so long ago
Repeat chorus
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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Mcqueen Sonata
Mother dearest
You live inside of my heart
And inside of my heart I made a special place justr for you
So that you could live inside of my heart again and be left in peace
Mother dearest
You don't have to worry about polution and violence
Because there is no polution or violence that you will see inside of my Heart
Mother dearest
You are now my angel with wings that lives inside of my heart
And inside of my heart you will be able to fly if you want too
Mother dearest
Inside of my heart
I created a garden for you so that you could smell the flowers any time That you liked
Mother dearest
You can slep near that pond that is inside of myheart
Because near the pond it is always cooler than in the garden
Mother dearest
I forgot to tell you about the sky inside of my heart
Because in the sky inside of my heart you will see all the stars that will Shine just like diamonds
Mother dearest
I will always love you from the botton of my heart
poem by Aldo Kraas
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