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Learning to Walk

Posted in POETRY with tags , , , , , , , , , on June 9, 2011 by will


Submitted by: Buttercup
Author: Sharon

Learning to walk
is not easy at all
I must get back up
every time that I fall

  • I get up when I’m down

That’s how I’ll learn to walk
Now if only
I knew how to talk…

Before I was A Mom

Posted in POETRY with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 9, 2010 by will

Before I was a Mom –
I slept as late as I wanted and never worried about how late I got into bed. I brushed my hair and my teeth everyday.

Before I was a Mom –
I cleaned my house each day. I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby. I didn’t worry whether or not my plants were poisonous. I never thought about immunizations.

Before I was a Mom –
I had never been puked on – Pooped on – Spit on – Chewed on, or Peed on. I had complete control of my mind and My thoughts. I slept all night.

Before I was a Mom –
I never held down a screaming child so that doctors could do tests…or give shots. I never looked into teary eyes and cried. I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin. I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.

Before I was a Mom –
I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn’t want to put it down. I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn’t stop the hurt. I never knew that something so small could affect my life
so much. I never knew that I could love someone so much. I never knew I would love being a Mom.

Before I was a Mom –
I didn’t know the feeling of having my heart outside my body. I didn’t know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby. I didn’t know that bond between a mother and her child. I didn’t know that something so small could make me feel so important.

Before I was a Mom –
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay. I had never known The warmth, The joy, The love, The heartache, The wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom. I didn’t know I was capable of feeling so much before I was a Mom.

Send this to someone whom you think is a special Mom

And remember that behind every successful woman……
is a basket of dirty laundry

Who Is It

Posted in POETRY with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 5, 2010 by will

WHO IS IT

WHO IS THE ONE YOU CHOOSE

WHO IS IT

WHO IS THE ONE YOU LOSE


WHO IS IT

WHICH ONE YOU WILL LET GO

WHO IS IT

IS IT ME OR IS IT NONE


WHO IS IT

WHO HAS THE RIGHT TO TELL ME WHO TO LOVE

WHO IS IT

WHO HAS THE RIGHT TO SAVE ME FROM LOST


WHO IS IT

IS IT A FRIEND

WHO IS IT

IS IT A FRIEND

stand up for love

Posted in MICHAEL JACKSON with tags , , , , , , , , , on January 10, 2010 by will

each day

nothing but proud surround me

each minute

I see and feel your unselfish love pouring my brokenheart

made me strong

gave me wings

free my soul

its all because you stand by me

you stand up for love……………….stand up for love

YOU ARE THERE

Posted in MICHAEL JACKSON with tags , , , , , , on November 14, 2009 by will

You are there like the laughter of a child
When I need just a smile
Suddenly the sun shines for a while

Everywhere sounds of love are everywhere
And my heart sings along
Thanks to you I finally got a song,

Refrain
‘Cause you are there,
You are there
You are there somewhere
Each time my world seems like it’s falling down
Things look up just having you around
So every night I say a prayer
Just because you’re there

Like a rainbow after rain
Like the night follows day
You’re the answer to the prayers I say,

Refrain
And you are there,
You are there
You are there somewhere
No matter where I go or what I do
You are there to help me see it trough,
So every night I say a prayer,
Just because you’re there

Refrain
Ouuh, you are there,
Oooh, you are there, somewhere
And as the years go by we’ll stay as true,
What you are for me I’ll be for you
And every night I’ll say a prayer,
Just because you’re there,

Oooh, you are there,
Oooh, you are there,
Everywhere, you are there

BEING TOLD

Posted in POETRY with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on November 13, 2009 by will

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Never Heard A Single Word About You

Posted in POETRY with tags , , , , , , , , , , on November 13, 2009 by will


never heard a single word about you, even
Gibran may wrote the most powerfull yet beautiful love poetry
a stranger may wrote poems, proses about my destiny
even neighbour thought they are the library of my sanity

but who can deny
a feeling warmth the hearth of mine
neither of us able to escape
from its fierce jealousy of blade

though time had passed us by
nor life has ruin our flaws
turning back won’t ever cross by
not in thousands of doubt

words…
suspicious…
lurking in every corner of my heart

acts……
behave……
all theatrical in the corner of my eyes

weary….
burden hearth……
broke my thin wings apart

shattered beyond the grave land
it was all because….

I never heard a word about you…