I have not ever seen my father's grave.
Not that his judgment eyes
have been forgotten
nor his great hands' print
on our evening doorknobs
one half turn each night
and he would come
drabbled with the world's business
massive and silent
......
We were all much younger, happier then,
And untouched by heartache, sadness;
In dreams, we go back again and again,
And bring to our hearts gladness!
From Grandpa Frank, father of the Fields,
And Miss Pauline, who married his boy;
The hand of fate's no longer concealed,
As countless descendents live the joy.
......
The sky is weeping, a silent cry,
As I watch the world pass me by,
Sitting alone in the dead of the night,
I hold my pen and start to write,
Trying to express how I feel,
Hoping that time would make things heal,
In my emotions I am drowned,
......
It has only been a year since I had graduated college
And in that time much has happened
My father is dead
My eldest sister pregnant with a little boy
My brother shows grey hairs in his curls
My other sister has more degrees than she knows what do with them
and my mother wishes I come home more often
My friends no longer call as often
I have lost a sense of hope
......
It infiltrates all strata of society,
Causing man to engage in all sorts of impropriety.
The mind and heart it corrupts,
And peaceful family life interrupts. This excessive desire is not only for food or wealth,
But also for other things that can damage your health.
The dangers to us should be obvious,
As history has made them quite conspicuous. Once it encircles you like a noose,
It is very difficult to cut loose.
It's grip is like that of a powerful vice,
And the results of being caught in it's jaws are not very nice. It will keep you as its slave for many a day,
......
The sky is weeping, a silent cry,
As I watch the world pass me by,
Sitting alone in the dead of the night,
I hold my pen and start to write,
Trying to express how I feel,
Hoping that time would make things heal,
In my emotions I am drowned,
......
Your pretension exhausts me
With your absurd actions superseding your illogical thoughts
Fallacies fiddling your holier than thou
Yet I remain loathsomely chained
Familial blood eradicating the spirit
If blood is thicker than water
Then let Tylenol dilute me and be my keeper
......
I am from the kindness of the “oh so talkative” Scott family
And the hard work born from the “ever-stubborn” Hare’s
From traffic-ridden highways and serene rushing rivers
To classes where I was one in two to one and fifteen
Where folks packed the morning streets to break from spaghetti junctions and impending traffic jams
......
Stella Williams was eight years old, living with her widowed mother-
Happily, though a bit lonely, like powder blue skies, sans sunset color.
The Williams lived in a rural area, with no child Stella's age, nearby.
A farmer in the valley, was the only neighbor, like waves of no reply.
Still, school hours were fun for Stella, like rollicking days of summer;
When plum sun, waltzed with stars of glitter, often going undercover.
Stella, at times, threw coins in their well, to wish for a special friend,
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