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My Mom And Dad
I feel like I am alone
But I am not
Because my mom and dad are always there to hold my hands
I feel like I am worthless
If the sun sets for me at dawn
So that the white in me turns black
Before I shed off a single milk teeth
If I vacate that soothsome seat
Note To Dad
There is a new one called Bob, or is it Rob.
His face is round just like a door knob.
He has a mop of hair that looks like a mob.
Although he is not, he acts like a snob.
" Corruption "
It seems like corruption is our definition.
As one gone here comes a next one.
Guns big, tall and long yet wi never mek one, not to mention the cost, so ironic them own by the poorest man.
So We Were Poor...!
Yes we were poor, what da hell?
My parents could not read or write
It was a struggle to finish Matric with candle light.
When others kids could have their rapports signed
It's one of my mom's favorite chicken quarter , When I suddenly cook the whole peck of Drum sticks ....
She looks and smiles right to my face , and :"son you got it big in there "
I simply say :"Something down there mom" Drum stick moment's ,
You can see the sandhills from our new room.
live in the sandhills
LivAngels of conception exist in fairy tale,
Fly hither and thither to help with her power,
Do angels really exist in reality?
If so, how she looks?
Its silver clasp looks like a man grasping
his hands above his head in victory;
the latches, like twin hatchbacks headed away.
Charles Harper Webb
A Heavenly Gift
I was asked to write about my mother
My dear mother, the dearest of my dearest
My soul..my confidant..my best friend
I was asked to write about her.
An War Noushad
Did you hear 'bout Ticklish Tom?
He got tickled by his mom.
Wiggled and giggled and fell on the floor,
Laughed and rolled right out the door.
Thiny and harmless,
full of energy,
specially made by God,
smile at anyone they see,
Bury Me In My Shades
In a pad with no heat, up on Sullivan Street,
The last of the hipsters lay dyin'.
Wearin' his shades, so like no one could tell
Like whether or not he was cryin'.
May be, in my previous a-being,
Iâ??ve cut the throats of my Mom and Dad,
If in this one â?? Lord of all the living! --
I have been doomed to suffering like that.
Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
The Sleeping Beauty
â??Call that a yarn!â? said old Tom Pugh,
â??What rot! Iâ??ll lay my hat
Iâ??ll sling you a yarn worth more nor two
Such pumped-up yarns as that.â?
The droning tram swings westward: shrill
the wire sings overhead, and chill
midwinter draughts rattle the glass
that shows the dusking way I pass
Christopher John Brennan
Snow White's Acne
At first she was sure it was just a bit of dried strawberry juice,
or a fleck of her mother's red nail polish that had flaked off
when she'd patted her daughter to sleep the night before.
But as she scrubbed, Snow felt a bump, something festering
We've drunk to the Queen, God bless her!,
We've drunk to our mothers' land;
We've drunk to our English brother,
(But he does not understand);
The Cry Of A Soldier Son
THE CRY OF A SOLDIER'S SON
Excuse me, have you seen my Dad? He is a soldier, strong and brave. He has fierce eyes and a bravery of six lions. I hear him calling but I can’t see him.
He told mom he will be coming back, he said he will bring us a medal of glory but now I hear a different story. He told me I will hear from him often. But maybe he has forgotten.
He told me he will come for the baby shower, we’ve waited and now the soup is sour.