Poetry

Ema · « **Reply #140 on:** 05/02/2007 04:42:15 »

A little kid she was,
with ten years of age
She woke up one April morning,
for school to leave,
She washed up her angelic face,
Brushed her little teeth,
And fixed her silky black hair
Running to her mom she asked,
"Mammy, shall I pray or eat first?"
"No sweety, prayers come first."
She prayed and for breakfast she sat.

****

The school bus horn blew outside
"Mammy, it is time to say goodbye"
She kissed her mom
Woke up her dad,
Grabbed her school bag
And with her sisters she left
She got into the bus...
As usual singing, laughing
Showing her friends the apples,
chocolate and the food she had.
The kids chattering excitedly
and whispering
About the teachers in school
The guardian and the friends
Then all of the sudden,
A tense moment of silence spread
Their mouths hanged open
And the color their face left

****

What’s going on?"they asked"
The same bus,
They take daily for school
At the village’s exit,
With unusual speed moved
"No, No it can’t be
The driver will never
Increase the speed,
We always asked him to do
And he never did!!
Why now he is?"

******

The warning came!!!!!
The bus driver desperately announced
"Little kids, in danger we are
Please sit on the floor
And with your hands grab the iron bars"
The little kids
On the floor they sat
And to the Heavens
Their humble, innocent pleas raised
Oh Gracious God,
Kids watching death with their eyes?
How it feels??
The little kid beside her sisters sat
And the few almonds in her hand she had
Gave them to her sisters to eat
How sweet you were

And it was a moment when
A loud scream struck the sky...
It woke me up from a dream
A dead and red pigeon
is in my brothers’ hands?!!
And a beautiful colorful bird
In heaven stands?
The same scream...
Make her mom run to the street
And her grandma from the balcony leap
They knew nothing
But they are Mothers.
They feel!!!!!!!

****

Screams, Screams,
As thunder struck the sky
The news spread everywhere
The parents rushed to see their kids
lying under the bus with fear
All were alive but not she
…

Her head was beside her sisters
They are fine
But not she
…

All Alive
But not she
...

Life ceased there on a scene
A mother with a broken heart
How it feels?
On the street she knelt
With her daughter
On her lap, dead
God, how it feels??
These are the last moments
Her daughter can see
With running tears,
And broken heart
Embraced her kid
Close to her heart
how much she wished
she can again breathe
"Take my heart and breathe
Take my heart and say
One single word, not more, please
please...........please
"God don’t take her away from me"

****

She carried her
Between her arms
on her feet
Back to the house!
Where she had the last kiss
She laid her on the little bed
And there above her head
She sat playing with her hair
"No she can’t be dead"

****

She didn’t want to leave her
But they did take her to a different bed
Her mom’s soul was ripped apart
And no one can, could or would
repair
She still visits her
Talk to her about school
And how much she misses her[

****

It had been for three years
But always feels today to me
And the best days
is when she visits
me in the dreams.

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moonfire · « **Reply #141 on:** 05/02/2007 04:47:00 »

Oh my, what a guy!
If it werent for my heart I would just sigh!
The heart betrayeth me
and my eyes won't let me see!
Just how young he is
Like the wind is his!
hehe

Karen W. · « **Reply #142 on:** 05/02/2007 05:06:52 »

Emma That is beautiful and so very very touching.. just beautiful like she was..
Loretta nice..... Boardering mush I say Mush... LOL

moonfire · « **Reply #143 on:** 05/02/2007 06:01:50 »

shhh, don't do mush...no waysie!

Karen W. · « **Reply #144 on:** 05/02/2007 10:09:30 »

YEAH RIGHT!! LOL I NEED MUSH MUSH MAKES ME HAPPY!!

moonfire · « **Reply #145 on:** 11/02/2007 09:45:29 »

Hadrian · « **Reply #146 on:** 11/02/2007 17:07:32 »

Quote from: Ema on 05/02/2007 04:42:15

A little kid she was,
with ten years of age
She woke up one April morning,
for school to leave,
She washed up her angelic face,
Brushed her little teeth,
And fixed her silky black hair
Running to her mom she asked,
"Mammy, shall I pray or eat first?"
"No sweety, prayers come first."
She prayed and for breakfast she sat.

****

The school bus horn blew outside
"Mammy, it is time to say goodbye"
She kissed her mom
Woke up her dad,
Grabbed her school bag
And with her sisters she left
She got into the bus...
As usual singing, laughing
Showing her friends the apples,
chocolate and the food she had.
The kids chattering excitedly
and whispering
About the teachers in school
The guardian and the friends
Then all of the sudden,
A tense moment of silence spread
Their mouths hanged open
And the color their face left

****

What’s going on?"they asked"
The same bus,
They take daily for school
At the village’s exit,
With unusual speed moved
"No, No it can’t be
The driver will never
Increase the speed,
We always asked him to do
And he never did!!
Why now he is?"

******

The warning came!!!!!
The bus driver desperately announced
"Little kids, in danger we are
Please sit on the floor
And with your hands grab the iron bars"
The little kids
On the floor they sat
And to the Heavens
Their humble, innocent pleas raised
Oh Gracious God,
Kids watching death with their eyes?
How it feels??
The little kid beside her sisters sat
And the few almonds in her hand she had
Gave them to her sisters to eat
How sweet you were

And it was a moment when
A loud scream struck the sky...
It woke me up from a dream
A dead and red pigeon
is in my brothers’ hands?!!
And a beautiful colorful bird
In heaven stands?
The same scream...
Make her mom run to the street
And her grandma from the balcony leap
They knew nothing
But they are Mothers.
They feel!!!!!!!

****

Screams, Screams,
As thunder struck the sky
The news spread everywhere
The parents rushed to see their kids
lying under the bus with fear
All were alive but not she
…

Her head was beside her sisters
They are fine
But not she
…

All Alive
But not she
...

Life ceased there on a scene
A mother with a broken heart
How it feels?
On the street she knelt
With her daughter
On her lap, dead
God, how it feels??
These are the last moments
Her daughter can see
With running tears,
And broken heart
Embraced her kid
Close to her heart
how much she wished
she can again breathe
"Take my heart and breathe
Take my heart and say
One single word, not more, please
please...........please
"God don’t take her away from me"

****

She carried her
Between her arms
on her feet
Back to the house!
Where she had the last kiss
She laid her on the little bed
And there above her head
She sat playing with her hair
"No she can’t be dead"

****

She didn’t want to leave her
But they did take her to a different bed
Her mom’s soul was ripped apart
And no one can, could or would
repair
She still visits her
Talk to her about school
And how much she misses her[

****

It had been for three years
But always feels today to me
And the best days
is when she visits
me in the dreams.
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good work i enjoyed reading it thanks

neilep · « **Reply #147 on:** 12/02/2007 00:07:37 »

Poetry is something that me is well good
If my poem was dessert, my words would be rice Pud

LOL.....extreme quality !

Karen W. · « **Reply #148 on:** 12/02/2007 00:17:35 »

Yes, Sir Yes indeed! SO GOOD you know,
we should have a feed,

Down, down, down, it will slide,
Rice pud is good when you take it inside!!

neilep · « **Reply #149 on:** 12/02/2007 00:21:09 »

Glad you like it Karen mam,

Custard is nice when yellow and hot
Unlike my nose filled with gooey green snot !!

Oh yes !!...uh hu !!....Neilep Poet Laureate

Karen W. · « **Reply #150 on:** 12/02/2007 00:32:53 »

I'll have you know your snot is quite keen,
but I have you beat with my snot machine! LOL

neilep · « **Reply #151 on:** 12/02/2007 00:42:13 »

There's something in my trousers quite brown
It's smelly, sticky and makes me frown !

LOL.....Oh yes !!!

Karen W. · « **Reply #152 on:** 12/02/2007 00:49:14 »

OH my child I fear the worse,
You've soiled your drawers,
not wiping your Arse!!

LOLLOL Hope I don't get banned! LOL

Hadrian · « **Reply #153 on:** 31/03/2007 01:44:38 »

Brightly swaying daffodils

Hadrian Boyle-Fawsitt(1956-)

and know too that I am
never truly alone or lost
for we all travel together
this way is always linked
just as flowers that grow
live to shed a final petal
though their beauty is still
there to fill our minds instinct
with such sweet and bitter sent
that captures our true wildness
like many thousand trumpets
of brightly swaying daffodils
sounding out our joy and pain

Karen W. · « **Reply #154 on:** 31/03/2007 03:54:41 »

*tears* Hadrian, that is very beautiful... so very beautiful.

Karen W. · « **Reply #155 on:** 31/03/2007 03:55:30 »

Thank you for sharing that Hadrian.

Hadrian · « **Reply #156 on:** 31/03/2007 19:02:04 »

thanks K

Karen W. · « **Reply #157 on:** 31/03/2007 19:11:14 »

Your welcome Hadrian..I loved it.

Hadrian · « **Reply #158 on:** 13/05/2007 18:52:55 »

Our Eternal Ocean
By Hadrian Boyle-Fawsitt (1956-)

Born of our eternal ocean
between the now and forever
a forgotten future has begun
in hushed pungent measure
the child beneath draws berth
and steps on a bright dusty path
domed in blue adorned in green
each step is lifted by an angel
in perfect bliss and joy sublime
each stride spanning an eternity
each pace an adventure in possibility
into the unknown that’s yet to be
made and shaped in the thoughts
then like a road of precious gems
nestled is a sapphire sky of light
we rest in the hands of pure truth
raised up in loves magnificence
like a single drop of precious water
we dissolve within our eternal ocean

Karen W. · « **Reply #159 on:** 13/05/2007 19:35:27 »

Thank you Hadrian once again such lovely words. I miss all the lovely words.. Thank you!