I miss you Grandpa, I really am trying my best to move on.

We’ll Meet Again

In your hands you’ve held my heart,

Cradled in your arms from the very start.

You stood me on my own two feet,

Through you, life’s challenges I did defeat.

You laid your experiences and lessons bare,

With me your wisdom you did share.

Of the two most important, to selflessly care,

And to trust in the Lord up there.

In my life, my father was absent,

But God gave you as my greatest present.

For this, to Him I am eternally grateful,

Grandpa, you were generous and bountiful.

You lay on your bed, I sat in that chair,

Every night our words filled the air.

Chats on politics, from Hillary to Obama,

And then to Iraq, terrorism and Osama.

I will miss those times,

Shedding tears as I pen my rhymes.

But I know we will meet again,

In Sonny days, clear skies, no rain.

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Grandpa, rest peacefully.
You can close your eyes now

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I'm scared of everything, I'm scared of who I am, what I saw, what I did, but most of all I am scared of walking out of this room and never feeling for the rest of my life, the way I feel when I'm with you

It's always the same in every relationship, there is always one person crying and wishing to get back together, while the other doesn't even remember the things they've been through. I hate that I have to be the one who remembers every little detail while you can't seem to remember me at all

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Jazbaat Jitne Bhi Hain Dil Mein... Mere Hi Jaise Hain Woh Be-Zuban...

Jo Tum Se Main Keh Na Paya... Kehti Hain Woh Meri Khamoshiyan

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Uljhe Raston pe Chalna Ajeeb Tha.. Mil Kar Bicharna Humhara Naseeb Tha

Chah Kar Bhi Kuch Na Kar Sakay Hum... Ghar Bhi Jalta Raha Aur Samandar Bhi Kareeb Tha.....

Belief in the child is all the more important, in this story, three moms held the belief that their children, notwithstanding their disabilities, could overcome life's challenges and contribute positively to society. And indeed so, because of their moms' love and encouragement, these kids went on to conquer the world... be it a talented pianist or a school teacher.

I cannot stress how important it is to have your mother's belief in your capability despite the obvious circumstances. When you don't have that belief, as Leonard Chua said, "I would be dead".

Hence, this week's poem is about a mother's never-ending love and it is in honor of all mothers who have given up their comforts so that their special children may succeed. I salute all of you moms out there who have given your child the gift of life.

If I ever become a mom one day, I hope to be just as good as all of you have been.

On another note, YL & I have decided that 30% of all proceeds of this book should benefit underprivileged children who can't afford school supplies, and this proposition of course, is due in part to who my grandfather was.

 That's all for now, buh bye

Maya Angelou inspired me to write this poem from her poem, the Human Family. As she said, "In minor ways we differ, but in major ways we are the same."

On another note, I had a pleasant weekend. On Friday, I spent the day with my half siblings. It gives me a sense of purpose in life to able to do little things for them that mean the world to them. They are great kids, and they truly deserve the best.

I watched Made of Honor yesterday night at 1utama, it was hilariously funny, although I think Patrick Dempsey is too old to be acting in these romantic comedies, lol. He's still flaming hot though!

Until I write again, toodles!

xoxoK

Might I say it was a difficult poem to compose, took us nearly 3 hours. I think choosing the right words can be an arduous task!

Anyway, I think it's a good poem... don't forget to get yourself a copy when it's published, we promise not to let you down!

Going for my walk now with Chanel, ta!

The last September morning
Without a miracle from above
From his invisible being
Or from the world below
          Abandoned, we were doomed
          Our ghetto was to be consumed.The sun rose bloodred that morning
Ever faithful to its course
Shamefully it went on shining
While death was waiting at our doors
          That day of judgement
          Our fateful moment.

Jews an uprising staging
Germans caught by surprise
Ghetto house blazing
Eight Nazis killed
          Barbed wire stormed
          Few of us survived.

All visions were ending
Gone was all hope
Cruelty was raging
In unimaginable scope
          Good bye childhood dreams
          And times yet to be.

The chaos this morning
The murder of my kin

When torment meant living
Days cruel beyond words
With no time for grieving
While roaming the woods
          I often was heartened
          By the love they imparted

Their piercing screams resounding
Recurring in my brain
          Time can never heal
          The gnawing pain that I feel . 

We Pause as we read the stories of others in Rememberance of Their trials in Life!

 

As we pause sometime through our busy day of work and play let us remember "Never Again!" shall such attrocities be allowed in this world again.  We look forward towards the future of humanity and see some have already forgotten what the past has taught us.  We look at the attrocities happening daily in places like Darfur and in the Middle East; lets pause in the day and remember those lost in the past both in the Holocaust and prior and those lost and suffer daily precently.  Let us also ponder and count our blessings here as free people regardless of creed and political stance; we are free people and must give back to the world what we can.  Through poetry the pains and suffering people have delt with in their lives can be healed and their stories can be shared with others and hopefully teach the readers life's lessons for us to take with us to grow and strengthen others. 

Check out our array of Life Poems, Sad Poetry, and Depression Poetry at http://www.poetryamerica.com/

To the gallows

I must walk

To hang there

For all to mock

You people are greedy

I committed no crime

You need a life

So you'll take mine

I have three days

To confess my sins

None I have

So you throw me in

In with the rats

In with the mice

Choking on bread

And old stale rice

For three days

I sit, I freeze

Close my eyes

And try my pleas

Each morning I rise

To your accusations

And try with my might

To push limitations

Tonight is my last

So with the sunrise

I walk to the gallows

You have your prize

There's nothing left

That I can say

With the drumbeat

You'll have your way

The morning has come

The gallows await

My body is yours

You sealed my fate

I walk with pride

I'm ready to die

I'm sick of lying

I will not cry

Up on the stool

Noose 'round my neck

The drums grow louder

He caresses my neck

Whispers such a pity

I lie to his face

The drums still louder

And stronger their pace

The time has come

Out goes the stool

I fall with a jerk

The world is so cruel

There I hang

For all to see

This world is blinded

By hypocracy

Author: Michelle

Category: Life: "Standing There"

Why are you standing there?

With no words to say,

Talk as if the cruel world gave you your sadness,

Sing to me as if the gleaming light, just awoke your

lips,

Inguire what it is that, I need to express,

Linger a little longer, while staring down along

jagged road,

But all the while I be here awaiting the explanation,

As to why,

This unusual sight, is to fade within our minds,

But never into our physical feathers that have been longing to reach,

Author: Jessica

Here is an example:

I hide behind a mask
You can't see my face
Looking at first glance
I'm in a happy place
The truth is, that's a lie
But you can't really tell
that in the back of my mind
I think the world should rot in hell
What's the point of living
If we are all going to die
What's the point of being happy
If in the end we're going to cry
But this is something no one sees
This is something no one knows
And yet deep inside of me
This feeling of hatred grows
So even though this mask reveals a happy side of me,
I use the mask as a shield to look at what others can never see.

Take a visit to our site for more like this and other catagories of poetic themes at http://www.poetryamerica.com/life-poetry.asp

Good mawning bishes.

I walked to work this morning, joyfully, under the same fucking empty bird's nest. Passed by a landscaping crew. As I've described them in a freeball a few weeks ago, I don't have a problem with illegal aliens and them working here, sending most of the untaxed money back to Mexico to their families. Later, coming home to a palatial suburban home and an Escalade in the garage. Sincerity and sarcasm dance in my pants. Probably a terminal illness of mine. Something else to look forward to. Yay. Really. Anyways back to hispanics and how much I respect them, I certainly would not be found raking leaves at 8:29 a.m. on a hump day for some old lazy yuppie or old lady or anyone really. Especially at my old age?....pfffft.

"In everything I quickly saw the opposite, the contradiction, and between the real and the unreal the irony, the paradox. I was my own worst enemy. There was nothing I wished to do which I could just as well not do. Even as I child, when I lacked for nothing, I wanted to die: I wanted to surrender because I saw no sense in struggling. I felt that nothing would be proved, substantiated, added, or subtracted by continuing an existence which I had not asked for. Everybody around me was a failure, or if not a failure, ridiculous. Especially the successful ones. The successful ones bored me to tears."

"I had no more need of god than He had of me, and if there were one, I often said to myself, I would meet him calmly and spit in His face."

From the first page in Henry Miller's Tropic of Capricorn

Anyways, blah. Happy humpday folks.

A poetic convection that should at least warm me. Some of you may be too cold. [southern accent] Colder than a well digger's lunch box. [/end southern accent]

It's like a switch. Remember. I am a......nevermind.

immigration in world of fragmentation i.e. the south and me321

capricorn in heat-
inhaling, choking
roping, letting loose,
my own pipe dreams.
mexicans are yes-i-cans
pulling weeds in lieu of cards
race cards
all not interested
in fucking with yards.
excessive periscope
morphed into microscope
i will analyze women 'til i die
same goes for life,
aware, we live, die.
proactive in knowing
rubbing our trees against one another
not worrying about our seeds
falling on zoysia, promiscuous weeds
a handsome sapling becomes-

perpetual cycle of worry-less nothing
fluctuating at a fast talk auction sum- ]]> http://floipoid.wordpress.com/2007/12/20/longing/ Thu, 20 Dec 2007 22:27:15 +0000 Game Master http://floipoid.wordpress.com/?p=430 My thoughts may appear scattered.  I wish I could put this into the form of a poem.  I've tried before, but to no avail.

Normally, as I've observed, when someone likes another person, they send that person signals.  Then, if they get signals back, they'll do the obvious and talk to the person.  It's that part I'm not good with.  I find it very hard to put myself in the position where I'm talking to someone I don't know.  I don't open up like that.  The way I opened up to the friends I have now was very gradual.  However, I realize that people need to get to know one another, and talking is just how.  I've expressed interest in people before based on looks, to find out I didn't like them quite that way as a person.  Recently I've realized more of this, and have gained a willingness to try, but...

There's someone who I like a lot, and today I realized how much.  I saw that while I still feel attracted to other people, they don't make me feel the same way she does.  Realizing this today made me long for her more.  When our eyes meet for just a few seconds, it fills me with a great feeling.  When she walks by, words leave me, and sometimes I forget my train of thought.  I would have seriously considered saying something to her, but I'm too scared to.  I have suspicions that she likes me too, at least somewhat, or at least has liked me at some point.  But what if I'm wrong?  If I tried to say something with false assumptions, I'd just be someone she knew from middle school coming out of nowhere saying that I like her, made worse with the impressions she might have due to how I used to be back then.

Also, I don't know if we're right for each other.  I've built up these feelings without knowing this, and now it's really hard for me to find out.  I'd like to, though.  That's why people talk, try to meet each other, so they can tell if they're right.  But it wouldn't exactly be like meeting for the first time, since we've known each other for years, which means it would be harder.  I don't know if we'd have chemistry either.  I can see how we could, eventually.  But, I haven't let the fact that we might not work deter me from wanting to try.

I'd try and decide something, if only I were sure of something.  I'd try and talk to her or something if I thought she liked me.  But I don't know that for sure, and I don't want to take the risk of being wrong.  I'd try and move on if I found out she really doesn't like me.  But I don't know that for sure, either.  I'm in a place in between, and today, when I realized that no one else really makes me feel the same way as she does, I realized that I can't really move on.  I'm longing horribly for something I don't have.

I don't think I'd ever want to get over her.  No one inspires me to poetry like she does.

"Smiles from Heaven" {poetry video on YouTube}

I sometimes lift my eyes to the setting sun.
Without paints, I create while on the run.
Every thought and every move, I find...spirit in eternal sands,
wisdom in wonderlands...
gripping my heart.
The waters allow me to start-
swimming in a current thought
deep beneath its forethought...
Beyond every wave,
every breath God gave-
reigns a silent kingdom;
a peaceful medium-
inner – unrhymed,
a complete up climb.
Oh, I close my eyes;
watch how time flies...
I see a familiar face
smiling...we’re not far from this place-
Heaven...Whatever you do-
Share your dreams with someone true...
the ones who love you...
who really love you.

© Sonya Rose

"Yesterday's Run"

{poetry video on YouTube}

Close your eyes and see...
What will set you free?
Does the wind brush your face (anymore)?
...ever so softly in a special place?-
Listening to the waves
Come closer, they all crash in lonely caves...

A vision sprung by desire...
You have walked your soul through the mire.
Try to heal your wounds from the fire.
Balance your life on the wire.

Take that chance.
Learn to dance.

Never count those years-
Move on. Fight the tears...

Lift your wings to the sky
And fly...
Towards the sun-
Farewell yesterday’s run.
Farewell...farewell...farewell...

© Sonya Rose

Why don't you make up
a life story that you never lived?

Sounds like a plan...

Your luggage never gets lost
on an imaginary journey.

Clues are helpful;
negatives are helpful.

What went wrong...
people who are lying,
wanting the perfect details-
people who are not interested
in learning anything.

So sad, so long...

She only wants to convince
everyone around her
that her actions are righteous.

People who are truthful with me-
ask and answer questions.
I'm confident about what I said:
I don't care how
now I appear to you...
I'm more interested in you
understanding me:
My focus was internal,
from the heart and mind
of a simple woman.

Do I bring you discomfort...
knowing that I know the truth?

We are all not innocent,
Saints included.
I do not resent you:
I feel sorry for you...

A personal truth needs
to be explored further;
maybe not now, but in the future.

The guilty wants me to forget-
change the subject:
mental abuse.

Most everyone goes into battle,
verbal combat unprepared...
You can think clearly,
effectively communicate...

Two days later
after the blow-out or blow-up,
I have no guilt
on writing little truths:
I only have pain.

The bullets I fired
seem war like-
arsenal, weapons of mine
are understandable-for the future;
What about yours?

It's showtime.

Your lies and hatred are injurious
and I had to protect...
Well, if you want to enter a battle again
with me, be well armed.
I've had enough.

I don't need you by my side:
I don't need your love.
I won't be thinking...
of a few names much after this.

Life isn't easy.
I didn't cause these problems;
but, you can stop them.
You have the power
and I won't apologize to you
because what I said...
was the truth, again...
all I would have to do-
is soothe your ego.

I've only touched the surface.

You thank me first
before I apologize;
so much stress...
so much left behind...
The Divide.

She will never realize
how selfish she is:
one percent of the problem.

His heart, hers
unstandable upset...
touchy situation-
could have been handled
so differently...
I never accused;
I alluded...

He isn't being truthful
with himself.
I do not need to comfort...
or say I'm sorry-
to those cheating life.

Why do I keep on writing...
because honor is questioned
and I'm free falling into something...
nothing I've written about
for the original thought
was being caught off guard.

Your answers to questions
are always rehearsed...
Don't try to defend
what everyone knows;
you can't change
unless you're willing...

She really misses you...
how do you swallow it and...
let it go-
like it never happened?

I have nothing to think about...
The guilty confesses...
she can be mean.

Does it make you feel good
when you scream at everyone?
Does it make you feel...
superior?

He gets off on his screams...
has an excuse for all her actions.

Making excuses...
putting stuff in little minds.
(Stay focused...)

So much hate...
(Stay focused...)

How do you hate someone that bad...
feel that much hate?-
It's super deep, super bad
(Stay focused...)

He's mad.
Doing what you did is one thing;
we can get past that...
but lying about it
is something that I cannot deal with,
all too harmful.

Just be honest and we'll be able
to put this whole thing behind us...

The divide is getting wider I see.

She hides behind the veil,
grabbing for the machine guns
to shoot anyone who comes close.

I don't want to be around
that insecurity.

Until you come clean,
it won't be possible for you
to continue shooting here...

The situation is not right
and you know it.
Why don't you lie some more
to people out of embarrassment,
out of fear...

Putting the hate seed in-
heads, going along with it,
just as guilty.

How do you become awake...
eliminate those blockers
that keep you from seeing
what's really going on?

You lie the loudest
when you lie to yourself,
softly...
the event of another storm.

I hate how it sounds...
Reality never changes...
only our perception of it;
so, how do you see it?

Bullets go through me;
I'm bleeding to death...
So quickly to wind everyone up...
never to hesitate once
you jump right away into the war.

Are you motivated to avoid pain
or you desire to gain pleasure...?

I'm slowly bleeding...
I'm losing sight...
are you-
of the personal truths...
out of anger and ignorance?

It is simple...
my benefit outweighs ... lying.

Once, he finds out who he is-
who will comfort him: the coward?-
Under the influence of fear...

When I started writing...
I looked infront of me, inside me...
so many bullet holes...

Can you see the light now
shining inside of me?

Your judgment maybe-
impaired.

Somewhere out there ... someone
is crying really hard; I'm bleeding...
You can't make sense of it:
Don't try.

I hear the screams...
all silent...
pain buried in faces...
so deep inside.
No one knows ...
where they belong exactly-
their place in the world,
for where they are they don't wish to be...

Somewhere out there
a mother loves her children so much...
and they don't realize
or take the time to look within hearts...
Many mothers like this
and history repeats itself all over again
like it did centuries ago.

Cherish the good;
but, learn from your mistakes.
I have and didn't even know I was making them.

Now, I've come, too, see more of the truth...
Go ... go on ... go on ... and get buried-
he says to me.

Our families will never heal until...

...to forgive is not always easy.
How many more secrets...?
let's shove more in the closet-
until it explodes.

From the outside, it's beautifully white...
How dark inside...
how very dark.

I don't mind dying...
there is always pain before birth.

© Sonya Rose

Visions arrive and voices survive
Magical minds will never die.
In dim lit dimensions, I dive-
Days of divinity, shut-eye

Liquefy lines, light reflects
Antique hero, City of steel
Sunsets bleed, cinema connects-
The reality of my rustic reel

Raining hard, lightning's black
Obscurity in a blue intuitive splash
Pleading with purpose, sinking back
Breathless, sparkling, orange-white flash

Follow me through a screen of leaves
Daring for dangers, serious face of Ocean
Body opens, lower part, make-believes
The Iron Gate swings in constant motion

Handle heavy, hidden in my hand
Sinking with treasures, treading thieves
On Broadway, banging my head, stand
Logic leans low, dawn of red reefs

White sound of keys, hearts lock
Zinc and copper in hair of Venus, she'll
Wait in the womb, girls of gridlock
Rings of rows, distant dreams, surreal

Written in my eye, equations, multiply
On rainbow stain-glass, first cut, never fear
Love escapes cut-and-dry, pointless lullaby
And fills the sky with despair in hemisphere

Strange languages, pattern of the land
Grey brick buildings, flowing rhythm above
Fallen masters, wrestlers boxing on sand
I swam again from cycles of longing, love

Broken fences, empty houses, crying lambs
Shadows of the tempest, giant phony things
Beautiful bodies form holograms
Harmony kisses away the soft black rings

My irises are green, that awkward grin
Lips touch my cheeks, try to break-free
Surrender and laugh, all the children live-in
A circuit, freedom in a bright color movie

Energy disappears, losing minds, mudflow
Reflections in black and white, one race
Heavenly music glides past so slow
Dancing in costumes as refugees in space

The final girl without a name
Ego laughs, tricksters trespass, all the same
Swimming through temples, mysteries overcame
Barriers, the ascent from brothers of blame

Climbing stairs without steps, principal parts see
The pattern onstage hitting the mark of lies
Upon the making of a moment's mystery
Bathing my eyes in cold water and slowly rise

Surrender to the surface, a silent screen star
Savage eyes rush to record so to remind
Beauty without meaning, you are
Sleeping immortality, spirituality will find

My soul below water and I anxiously ask-
Fate, will you embrace me without the mask…

© Sonya Rose

In response to My Story found on The Remembering Site...

Natural narcotics, derriere of narrow-
Lies, lingering lines he secretly commits.
Selling his soul in snow, winter wastes his wits.
Hearing the horn strike midnight harrow…

Wailing waves, my spirit floats-
In the vacant vast of the past…
Snare drums beating fast,
Clicking clefs, thirty-second rests and notes,

Ring of reasons, resurface and relive-
A day of a diamond, dancing debris,
Trust taken from me, hearts-free,
Why must frailties outlive?

What I once dreamed in me,
The phantom of a bride to be…

© Sonya Rose

A tragic loss, happiness-
A rare gift to suppress...
Unaware fully of his powers
A virtuoso commands troops, stacks of towers
Deceiver of a nation’s success

Entertaining the world by his tricks;
A rich society enters a wizard into politics.
No other has ever accomplished his feats.
This expert rates his acts a highest six.

Touching, feeling-victims' are frozen,
Reading minds, except God's chosen-
They are the most challenged.
The souls' mission written in Stonehenge;
Connects to the genius "UN-frozen"...

A wonder worker aware of his powers...
No longer frightened of past hours;
Facing the reality of his existence,
A miracle worker will come at our expense.
In economic crisis, a warlock devours.

The expert, the link of illusion-
Stand and be wise, solve the confusion.
Do not be fooled by an enchanter who walks.
Through revelation as the savior, he talks.
Listen. Come to some conclusion...

© Sonya Rose

© Sonya Rose