Christmas IN Heaven
To my family and friends
I want you to know I arrived okay
Heaven is now where I want to stay
Its everything you can imagine
And though I wont be there with you
Know I am happy and not feeling blue
I am now with God, my savior and Lord
He is the one I always adored
My faith has kept me going
My whole life through
However do not think
I dont think of you
I can see you from the heavens above
This is where I send all my love
I will be with you on Christmas Day
You cant see me but I can see you
I will watch you the whole day through
Your love for me will forever be in my heart
This is where love can never depart
So bless you and keep you my family
One day you shall accompany me
I will be waiting when your time comes
Together we will forever be free
Sherry,how beautiful,Christmas in heaven
Thank you I wrote it for my brother in law who just passed away.
Merry Christmas to all
Confession
Stepping inside that sterile room
Makes my blood run cold.
The guilt and shame come streaming back
As the past three months unfold.
Sitting in utter solitude
I mentally prepare to confess
How once again my readings are high
The blood work reveals the rest
Frustrated the reading is still above seven
I try to blink back the tears,
I need to learn to put my health first
To banish my pride and my fears
I hate that look of disappointment
Etched on the doctorās face
So, I hope and pray that someday soon
Iāll see a smile in its place.
Welcome Devon.
Thanks Sohair.
Welcome Kasi,member 100,wish you Happy Christmas my dear
Iām so excited!! Iām member 100!! So what do I win? 
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I wrote this for my two children Aurora & Jarreau when they were still little onesā¦
Little buds opening up
bursting with new life
I hesitate while I hold themā¦
like tiny fish in my cupped hands
My love overwhelms me
while moments I croon softly
Time rushes in again and demands all
It took me a while to realize, but most of my writing, be it poems or short stories, is a representation of something I have internalized over time. I am not a good writer. But I have fun doing it. This is one of my first poems; a bit ācheesyā ā¦
Fading Away
This is one of the very first poems I ever wrote. I did put this onto some blog at some point, and then for some reason I never put any other of my poems up. I still cannot find a reason to put the others up; but somehow I need to put this one up again. It marks the start of my expressing myself.
I have sailed too far from my base,
I feel there is no hope for my case.
I have sailed through a very thick fog,
Oh God, my ship is nothing but an old worn log.
The waves pound at me from left to right,
Nothing in life seems to be going right.
I feel I am not wanted my dove,
I am definitely in the wrong waters my love.
I know something wrong was done,
I did it to myself, believe it my love.
My guiding stars are all worn out,
Or maybe they just donāt want to shine out.
It does not matter, I will hold on to my log,
If that is all I have left in life, it is still my āfrackingā log.
I may die tonight, or I may see tomorrow,
It does not matter: I am too far for anyone to sorrow.
Posted on my etcetera blog.
This is so beautiful,Robert,thanks for sharing,waiting for more.
Love love love
And please
Do not take sides
Wipe the sorrow
The pain
A childās despair
On both sides
Love love love
Leave the hatred
Abandoned
Alone
Not for adoption
Any more
By my side
Or your side
Love love love
Wipe the pain
And protect
A child
An innocent child
Caught up in a pointless fight
3January 2009
Wow sohair, I was just thinking about how I hate love but itās the only thing that keeps me going.
Stop it orā¦ā¦I will smack you
I will blast you with my rockets
I will destroy your city
I will blast you
With my body
Has nothing
Left for me
I will scream terrorist
And the world will side
With me
And any way
Suicide is forbidden
In your religion
You will end up in hell
And not in heaven
My dear
Stoppppppppppppppp it
Stop it and come here
Naughty children
I had enough of you
Come wash away your hatred
Wipe away
Your pain
Come, sit on my lap
I will tell you a story
Ibraham and his children
Till you fall asleep
Shut up both of you
I can hear you
(YAH, I am Sarahās son
You are the concubine sonā¦
I will come and smack
Both of you
5-1-2009
Not a poem by me but lyrics by U2 from Mother of the disappeared
I hope no one mindsā¦seems so fitting for our world today
Midnight, our sons and daughters
Were cut down and taken from us.
Hear their heartbeat
We hear their heartbeat.
In the wind we hear their laughter
In the rain we see their tears.
Hear their heartbeat, we hear their heartbeat.
Night hangs like a prisoner
Stretched over black and blue.
Hear their heartbeats
We hear their heartbeats.
In the trees our sons stand naked
Through the walls our daughter cry
See their tears in the rainfall.
I pray one day this will no longer be true and the hate will stop.
be loved each and everyone
Just love you Renee & Laura,God bless all kind fair hearts
Thanks for all of your sharing, everyone!
I like this open forum.
Poems, free writing, journalingā¦they canāt help but express what is in oneās private and internal world. I think our writing contains whatever issues are most current pwith us, whether itās a recent diagnosis, parenting, a parentās illness, etc.
Poetryās expressive function is most important, I think. Iāve heard that poetry has saved some lives. But after that, there is the craft of poetry. When the editing becomes fun, a challenge, and interesting work in itselfā¦thatās when it becomes better poetry, I think. I really like poems that have a story level, a symbolic level, and another level that speaks to the transcendent. Itās a goal, anyway. It takes me years to edit properly. I hope to write a Poem someday.
In a collection of poems by diabetics, I think those poems that at least are partly about ācopingā with the diseaseāwhether itās daily life or diagnosisāwould be most successful thematically and in the marketplace. After all, diabetes is increasingly common.
My two centsā¦
Elaine
Chisel
Itās an unpleasant thing
So, Iām flung into fits
As the chisel approaches
Tilā the moment it hits
My grayish granite frozen heart
Cracking and smacking the thing apart
Blow after blow,
It shatters and crumbles
With great pain and shame
The stony shards tumble
I punch and thrash and kick the air
Hating to have my heart laid bare
My attempts at defense fail miserably
Iām just too weary to fight
Itās time to surrender the false and the true
And Oh, what a pitiful sight!
Torn and worn, no longer concealed
Like an onionās core stripped and peeled.
My vulnerable heart is bruised and raw
But in this genuine state, it can finally feel
And as each throbbing beat dampens my eyes
I know I had to break before I could heal
Sometimes love is pain; the two become one.
For itās not my will, but His be done.