Tag: family
group name: insanepoet
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October 01, 2006 12:52 AM EDT --
My people
My people I am calling you listen.
Harken unto my words.
Harken unto my love.
Fight for the children.
Fight for their souls.
Tear down the terrible.
The darken soul.
Protect the . . . more
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January 16, 2008 05:33 PM EST --
This one is dedicated to Susan, Crystal and my new Gather friend Marsha. Please Enjoy!
A Mother's Pride
© Robert Burnham
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September 20, 2006 02:56 PM EDT --
A new life is born,
the soul begins its journey,
though the soul is worn.
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July 30, 2007 09:32 PM EDT --
Four stair step girls, baby cheeks and blonde
play in an army blanket tent in the living room
under the card table and call it camping out.
The itchy green wool smells like father
cigarettes . . . more
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September 24, 2006 04:14 PM EDT --
Juices
Why don't my juices flow?
He went away and I can't no more.
I'm in a brain freeze. A call from him could bring my heart ease.
Let my juices flow, until I want no more.
Why don't . . . more
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September 12, 2006 08:02 AM EDT --
Mother , it was you who loved me first.
I loved you to but I did not know you as well.
I would see you holding your beautiful baby.
At that time I did not understand it was he who saved me. . . . more
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September 10, 2006 02:08 PM EDT --
Somewhere in the world, true love has over come. With each second passing, they're closer to being one.
Little time is what she has left, each second she has with you; she'll have her . . . more
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October 29, 2006 08:55 AM EST --
When the full moon is full
I know what filled it up
Love between a Mr. and a Mrs.
Your sweet and tender touch
I need so much
When the tide comes rolling in
That's when the love . . . more
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November 17, 2006 11:51 AM EST --
How far my outstretched hand,
reaches to help in your distress.
Although my affections banned,
by you, I still progress.
Many times you've been in need,
I rush in for the rescue.
My time will . . . more
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August 24, 2006 02:12 PM EDT --
This is online under my married name (now divorced). I repost in newsgroups in November to remind people, about the 'reality' of life... please... enjoy. Deb.
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The Forgotten..... . . . more
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September 03, 2006 11:24 AM EDT --
If the world were blind,
would it help us to see.
the kind of people,
God intended us to be.
If the world were blind,
We'd help each other.
Each of us, the others brother.
We'd scurry about . . . more
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October 29, 2007 12:45 PM EDT --
The wind stirred my memory
only a moment
I shut out that sadness
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June 25, 2007 10:32 PM EDT --
Looking out my window
I see the shinning moon
I try to see more closely
the man that's on the moon
is this just a fable
or is it really true
I look so hard to see him
that my cheeks are turning . . . more
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September 30, 2006 07:54 PM EDT --
4 years old and so innocent,
reality invades, oh, so menacing.
The man she`s trusted her short little life,
He`s taken his liberties, and scarred her for life.
He takes her hand, landing a . . . more
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October 02, 2006 04:30 PM EDT --
Mommy holds tight her little girl`s hand,
as they travel the rough foreign land.
Mommy leads her down a path unknown,
but she knows her daughter`s will is strong.
They`ve finally made it to . . . more
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August 04, 2008 02:42 PM EDT --
Family Business
Gulls'eyes watch as the brothers prepare to ship their last order.
Heads, spines and guts for offal, they slit, slit and slit the flesh and . . . more
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September 03, 2006 12:25 PM EDT --
Where is daddy? The child ask her mom,
When is he coming home,
why does he have to be gone and leave us all alone?
Her mother tries to explain to help her understand
why her daddy is so far away in . . . more
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April 06, 2007 02:17 PM EDT --
I am very grateful to Ed Nudelman for editing this poem and permitting me to use his edit and republish the poem. Thanks very much Ed.
In-depth cleaning of the house
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September 26, 2006 12:19 AM EDT --
Family Fright Night
Crescent moon, crescent beach, crescent shadows in the sand; shapes that shift, shapes that stay, shapes that move in changing light; light that blinds, light that glows, light . . . more
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October 18, 2006 08:29 PM EDT --
I wrote this poem about 8 years ago. I wrote it for my two oldest daughters, to hide away in their baby books. But, it was recently uncovered, and I thought that I would share it with all of you. . . . more
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