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She swept the house;
Sorted through a chicken
To make a *** of soup;
Chopped vegetables,
Boiled another *** of
Vegetable soup;
Broke eggs
And made a quiche;
Drove to work
And balanced all the tills;
Returned home,
Washed the sheets
And pillow cases...
And then she bathed
And went to bed,
Certain that
Her house was clean,
And that
Her family would be fed.
Sometimes I like to stare in the mirror.
Not because of vanity.
Not because of conceit.
Purely to see my own energy.
To look straight into my own soul.
My reflection releases me,
Reminds me this is just temporary.
I love to look at myself,
And notice something new everyday.
The days pass and I change.
I grow.
Not up or down.
But sideways.
And around.
I reflect on the past.
And even the future too.
I look in the mirror and I see.
I see.
It rained
It rained down on me
– and it wouldn’t stop!

The torrent of vicious blows just wouldn’t stop
They beat me
They beat me
They beat me

They wouldn’t stop

I was a boy…I was a child

Why wouldn’t they stop?

Mother!
Father!

Why have you abandoned me?

This is not what it says

This is not a home

This is my nightmare.



©Joe Wilson – Just a boy…2014

Life could be harsh in orphanages in the nineteen-fifties.
I’m ever grateful that I only heard of this and didn't experience it myself.
 Sep 2014 Richard B Sebastian
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Elephant in the room*, shoo the hell away!
Don't stick around; I wish you wouldn't stay

Don't mess with my head, inciting all I feel
I don't need you here, I want to heal

Stop blaring in my ears, your noxious lies
I'm sick to the stomach with my pathetic cries

Resist flapping your gigantic ears
They simply just fan the rage in my tears

Quit blocking my view with your sheer enormity
Get out of my thoughts so better I could see

Halt your incessant skin rubbing against my sores
Chafing me raw on top of my existing scores

Pull out your pointy tusks, they poke and jab
I'm bent in many places; I don't need more stabs

Take your infernal rear out of my face!
I'm self-destructing, counting up the days

Cease your retaliation, leave with no protest
Go find and sit yourself in someone else's nest

Drop your intentions to stomp me broken
I'm mangled enough; almost misshapen

End this mindless rampage...please
Let me iron myself straight, in peace...

Dear elephant, have you gone?
Thank you for the blight of my time, you've spawned
I've seen
five sunsets I can't
forget

and as I left
the smokey valley
and my eyes
stung
with ash and memory

the cascading blue
overcame me

I knew I couldn't leave you

and as the gravel
kicked under my tires
and my lungs
stung with regret

the aching thought
of the kettle
on the stove
and your weak cup
of coffee

overwhelming love
shone over me

But I knew I couldn't go back.
A love that's long
a love that lasts
that feels so strong
you can't get pass

A love that impacts us
and makes us who we are today
and even if some have some that passed away
her love remains in there souls everyday

A love that we should value
And never forget as well
her words are like heaven
plus when your down she can tell

she has the words of encouragement
that brings us out even the worst slumps
they even told us where theirs obstacles we must jump

i understand some mothers are good
some mothers are bad
but they always had
a scent or feeling that made us glad

therefore a love we all cherished since our life began
and carried it all the way to where we are today
A love that brings us to joy and spirit
and wash away our sins
Makes me feel a mothers love will never end
for the people with mothers who have passed away
i hope this poems brings you motivation throughout your days
i might not have a mother who's gone
but she has a very bad disease in her muscles
she can barely walk nor barely move
and it's caused me to lose my whole grove
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