These following poems , some are dark and factual. A warning to the readedrs, If the facts of what happens to some children in our world, the good the bad and the ugly.. please do not read further.
Lullabies in the dark
Hollow in my heart this empty feeling
when I hear in the distance the laughter of children
and think of all the possibilities
and all it seems I've lost along the way
perhaps a child somewhere still waits
out in the dark along this road
but your light no longer shines
to bring her home and my heart
no longer sings a little soul
to sleep
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Harken! Harken! children dear, can you not see, Spring is hear!
Gather fresh rushes,sing a happy sweet refrain for tonight the fires are
lit for Eve of Beltane!
Mothers wash and clean the house shoo away every little gray field mouse
Men, gather the woods and make a ring, and sing the old age songs,let
them ring
Find a sturdy one, tie the rainbows all about can't forget the Maypole
we'll dance around, maidens gather flowers for wreaths for to adorn your
hair and look ye well at the lads gathered at The Beltane Faire
Leave a bit of feasting for the elves our forest and spirit friends
We will forget not for blessed we shall be, this season times three
If we leave wine, breads and milks for they that are free
A bit we'll share with the Bendith Y Mamau Night Comes!
Children to bed as the fairies sing tis time to light the fires
dance, and sing, lads watch the lassies dance
About the pole and remember the days of old of the veil, of those unseen,
but by a child and faithful ones who sing each now slips away among the
heather not one shall rise till the goose drops her feather
Many a babe shall be brought this night & fair this,the night of Beltane
Faire.
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The Beginning
Going to be a mother
I face the future already planned for me
No nothing for me to expect there’s nothing
to wait and see for my destiny has been mapped out
I shall have no more youthful days I shall never feel
the thrill again of raucous rebellious ways
I shall rear a child for eighteen years maybe even longer
for although I’m still a child myself
I’m going to be a mother
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For my Little Angel
Oh my little angle dear and sweet,
They laid you in my arms to meet.
Eyes of blue and hair of red
You laid so quietly in your baby’s bed
Time and others deeds
Separated thee from me
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Life
a child’s laughter
a childish mans heart breaking
this is part of life
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Lord of War
Do not blame me for what I am, child, nor forswear me; speak not against
my name if you have feared my speaking and my silence for what each
searing word may bring a damning indictment against each and every sin;
I have been many things and will still be so as Sky Father, conquering
lord of all I have foreseen within the very veil of my own cast seeming
Dark-eyed, dark-haired, my smile as dark as blood you cannot change me
and what it is I do; There may be now an almost peace enduring and now no age of warriors who
lay sacrifice for me no man who bows, pleading for each of his own
victories and in your pacifism you dare not speak of me
What I am is wrong, my malice black and undeserving;
My laughter, soft as bells, now echoes the guns of war
Each soldier trekking grimly onward is my warrior
Not swords but rifles they carry now when bearing arms
For Queen and country and everyone waiting at home
Don’t baulk, child, that I am the God of War.
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Child’s leave
Child, at the beginning of her time, at the beginning of her life.
Child, with the soft brown waves and bright blue eyes;
Child, of the sticky smiles and raspberry kisses.
Child, ripped from heart and home child, doesn't know she's just another
tool: sees her mother in the corner and her father in the den.
Grows up to be nobody's fool...child, realizing she's all alone.
Child, beaten by her mother,child, shoots up before twelve.
Child, raped by her father, child, sells bodies on the corner.
Child nearly dies, not by another's hand.
Child was almost lost, not by another's hand.
Child expected to live,survive,thrive.
Child managed a "leave".
Broken Child
She sits here alone under her broken bed,feeling the bruise on the back
of her head.Her mom and dad are outside, yelling at each other,
She wished she had a new dad and a new mother.Her wish comes true as she
sits there and hides,her dad killed her mom, then she commits suicide.
So the girl is sent away, to a new mom and dad,a new happy family, now
she wont be so sad.But her happiness is short, for now she finds,
that her new parents are bad, they're not so kind.They beat on her just
as her parents did before,she hides again, begging for them to do it no
more.They yell at her all day, call her different names,making her feel
unloved, making her feel ashamed.She tells other people, but they don't
seem to care,nobody tries to help her, there is nobody there.She runs
away from home, hoping to get away,but the police find her walking near
the end of the day.They take her back home, to her hateful family
because nobody knows, there is nobody to see.All that she has been
through, all of the pain.she is too scared, she doesn't know how to
explain so now she wishes she had a new mom and dad,to take away the
pain, so she wont be so sad.Her wish comes true, they write her name on a
stone,now she will stay with Jesus forever, now she is not alone.
