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 Jan 2011
Dee Thomas
I saw grandpa with hate for the world within his hands
I saw him use those weapons as vice for sick commands
I saw him numb our world with what substance expands
But I never saw him show love that being a man demands

I saw my grandma leave her babies to hands distained
I saw her drink, lie, use men and leave her children drained
I saw her check out of life till nothing of her heart or soul remained
I never saw what love a grandmother’s heart should’ve contained

I watched my mother cry out in the night screaming in a sweat
From all the things her father did that she won’t soon forget
I watched her choose a man who did the same to us in her regret
I never saw her in so much pain as when she found I paid her debt

I watched my mother struggle with nothing for us to provide
I watched her wear the makeup and smiles bruises rarely hide
I watched her sleep with a needle in her arm devoid of pride
I never saw her live where peace and forgiveness could reside

I watched my mother drown her pain with any remedy but no relief
I watched her die inside out filled with bottomless aching grief
I watched her take our lives in one night, they came like a thief
But I never saw her face past regret with so much disbelief

I watched my dad sell his soul along with his needles and dope
I watched him drown in alcohol as a way to forget and cope
I watched him beat my mother an inch from life’s grand scope
I never saw in his eyes a glimpse of regret, love or hope

I watched him come into our room and steal our happiness nightly
I watched him lose his mental grasp that he once held so tightly
I watched him suffer in his own pain that he deserved so rightly
But I never saw any remorse as the the tears fell so lightly

I watched my aunts and uncles abuse, treated as their mother
I watched them transfer hatred easily from themselves to another
I watched them abuse their own children beyond all recover
But I never saw them be real family and try to heal one another

I watched my cousins repeat a cycle of the abuse and drugs they hate
I watched them live their lives as darkness, in lies they perpetuate
I watched them turn into their mothers and fathers, bearing all their weight
But I never saw them fight to change it, left such ill begotten fate

I watched my baby sister cry out while she was ***** and abused
I watched her deteriorate as a child from all of the drugs she used
I watched her lie there desperately broken, battered and bruised
But I never saw her give up on life from the despair that she refused

I watched my brother as a child, to the abuse as he confessed
I watched him try and explain in words the pain which he possessed
I watched him fight with all he had and any touch he did detest
I never saw him in so much turmoil as the night which he digressed

I watched my brother quietly sink into the deepest self depression
I watched him hurt anyone within his grasp, pent up past aggression
I watched him **** himself with a deep sadness and a guns possession
But I never saw him hurt again after that single shells transgression

I was forced to walk this life unaided and scared
I was given a golden ticket out unforeseen
I never saw my family like they really were
I remained somewhere in between
From home to home I drifted misplaced
On my own since before I turned thirteen
I used to think that I was cursed to be alone
To live this life always broken and unseen
Torn away from all that I had known
I never saw just what all of this would mean
Now I know how a perceived past was reversed
My life was being reshaped and heart wiped clean
To not have grown to repeat the family cycle
Of everything I lived and what my eyes had seen
Sometimes we can be in what we perceive as a horrible situation filled with pain and grief. That same situation could be a blessing in disguise. I was taken at 7 and put into 70 foster homes and I ran away at 12 to be on my own. I am a successful, well educated mother of 3. I used to be ashamed of what happened to me and felt that I missed out on a real life but as a child we often don't see the dysfunction we lived. It was a hard life but it saved me from being like them. I am the only person who made it out of that life to be a functioning lucid adult. 6 generations of a cycle of abuse and drugs and I am the only one, from the oldest to the youngest. God can take the worst situation and make it to his glory...nothing is an accident and nothing is by chance. I thank God everyday for making me one of the aware...that he chose me to have this life because I can say without any doubt, with all faith that he exists. He saved me, protected me and gave me understanding of pain and loss to help those in need. One day I will be proven wrong or right! But on that judgment day if I am proven right what will happen to you? If I am proven wrong then I will just be ashes and dust.
 Jan 2011
JVL NARASIMHA RAO
A cuckoo melodiously sang
For many years long
In anticipation of her dear king
The most beautiful seasonal spring

The song was so sweet and great
That it was heard all over the world
The world sympathized with the cuckoo
To console her they stood in a queue

The bird waited for the king
She expected a wedding ring
But he went to another land
Which he thought more grand

The cuckoo was shocked
Her voice was choked
How long will she stop the song?
It was not at all her wrong

She sang a different song
The people would throng
They blessed she would live long!
Her divine song she would prolong
 Jan 2011
JVL NARASIMHA RAO
Two lovely sparrows
Lived in a dense forest
So beautiful was their nest
They lived in divine bliss
Whenever wanted, they would kiss
They have three little ones to care
And their happiness to share

A cruel hunter came to the forest
And shot the male sparrow
With his fatal arrow
The sparrow fell like a star
And traveled afar
The female sparrow wept and sobbed
Tears flowed from her eyes
Like swift flood waters
She loved his mate so dear
And was engulfed by fear
Her neighbours are not helpful
Their ways are dreadful
But she would live for her little ones
And determined to sing for their happiness
She would not search for another mate
The very thought she will hate
She accepted her fate
And she is divinely great
 Jan 2011
JVL NARASIMHA RAO
Love is the essence of life
It is the antidote to strife
Love binds the people together
It makes our lives peaceful forever
Love is entirely different from lust
Selfless love is the best
Love is the greatest of all emotions
Man is the cleverest of all creations
Internet makes the world a global village
All of us have created a page
Every blog should become an adage
English makes our lives rich
It should come to common man’s reach
Writing poetry is a great art
It should touch our heart
All the world is a stage
Why should we live in a cage?
We should enjoy the beauty of nature
We relish every aspect of her feature
Our life on earth is not permanent
We should believe that it is transient
We don’t know when our life ends
One day the e-mail God sends
We should open it gracefully
We will have lived our life meaningfully
by JVL NARASIMHA RAO
 Jan 2011
jeremy wyatt
Do you forget,
or burn your memories into your heart?
Wipe the mind clean,
or juggle the shattered flaws of gone?
Blame God, or x-rays,
or chance or fate?
Remember love,
or drown in hate?
You forgot it all, his 5 years.
All you have left is anger,
Your love for him now less to you
than your hate for God.
You've denied  his face, won't hear his voice.
Don't see him playing, so ill with his toys.
yet giving his presents away,
to another sick boy.
5 years of sickness,
5 years of joy.
I see him, hear him,
smell his little baby smell.
I will remember him forevermore,
he still was the best of us four.
Daniel '68 - '73
 Jan 2011
jeremy wyatt
Crying on the phone
tears cross short miles to stain my face
desperate, desolate
loved but not valued
carrying her family
forward with her love and her heart
when will the tide turn
when will they say
"Mum are you ok?"
I say I love you, They love you
they just don't show it or
do what you need to breathe and soar
How is it women can cry so often,
and cry so hard without just dying
That despair would **** me
this despair might
 Jan 2011
Romantic Poetess
When a ferocious wind blows from the South
Feral creatures clash and clang
At my windows
Fearing not
Come in
I
Welcome all
Wild and beautiful seekers
Protection from the elements
Nourishment for the body
And the soul
The gift I ask
In return
Is to learn
What led you to my
South facing window
And to offer you
My
Love
Before you leave
Through my North facing
Door
 Jan 2011
Romantic Poetess
The birch leaf whispers
Telling the wind
The secret of
How it feels
To push your roots
Through layers of soft and rock hard soil
Seeking earth’s core.

The hummingbird whispers
Telling the flowers
The secret of
How it feels
To hover, pulsing wings
Stroking swiftly in figure eights
Seeking infinity

The lotus whispers
Telling the deep dense mud
The secret of
How it feels
To push ever upward
Reaching through murky water
Seeking the sun

The cattail whispers
Telling the red wing blackbird
The secret of
How it feels
To taunt the reeds
With ******* seed heads
Seeking fertile ground

We whisper
Telling each other
The secret of
How it feels
To please each other
Starting with a kiss
Seeking connection
 Jan 2011
Romantic Poetess
When fear reins, hate rules

Civility not enough

Love is what we need
 Jan 2011
Romantic Poetess
I am here to
Ruffle feathers
Rock boats
Start fires
Put them out
Fight the status quo
Yearn to taste
Long hot days
And sultry nights
Be the heat
When there is chill in the air
I am
Fierce
And
Gentle
Passionate
And
Compassionate
Willing to listen
Willing to act
Fear is just a story
I will no longer tell myself
 Jan 2011
Romantic Poetess
Lifted by gratitude

Feeling all the love

Giving and receiving

Engaging in rituals

Rituals that connect

One

To the universe

And all that breathes

Waiting in stillness

To hear a response

Silence answers first

Creating a space

To stop and appreciate

To stop and express

Gratitude

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