CHARMS's blog: "POEMS"

THE BITTER TEARS OF SHAME AND MISERY ARE SHED ALONE. NO ONE CARES IF I CRY FOREVER- I'M JUST ME. THE HURT I FEEL DEEP INSIDE IS OF LITTLE CONSEQUENCE. SOMEONE ELSE WHO IS BIGGER AND BETTER THAN I IS HURTING, AND SO I AM DESERTED. FOR WHO CARED ABOUT THE DESPAIR I FEEL? I AM SO VERY SMALL AND YOUNG. HOW CAN I BUT A BABE, FEEL HURT. I'M YOUNG. BUT BELIEVE ME, I DO UNDERSTAND. PLEASE SEE THAT I NEED YOU TO HOLD ME AND CONFORT ME. PLEASE, HELP! I'M NOT IMPORTANT, BUT I LOVE YOU. PLEASE LOVE ME ENOUGH TO HELP ME. Copyright ©1979

I AM AMERICA. YOU ARE AMERICA. TOGETHER, WE, THE PEOPLE, ARE AMERICA JUST AS THE PRESIDENT IS AMERICA. WE ARE THE VOICE IN CONGRESS. WE MAKE-UP THE HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES. WE, THE PEOPLE ARE AMERICA. THE STARS AND STRIPES, GLORIOUS FLAG OF AMERICA, IS NOT AMERICA.... IT IS BUT A SYMBOL OF OUR GREAT NATION. NO, AMERICA IS PEOPLE. PEOPLE WITH IDEALS AND PRINCIPLES THAT REFUSE TO BE SHAKEN. PEOPLE WHO GIVE THEIR FORTUNES, THEIR HONOR, AND EVEN THEIR VERY LIVES, BECAUSE THEY ARE AMERICA. AMERICA IS TRULY...."ONE NATION, UNDER GOD".... OUR CURRENCY PROCLAIMS TO ALL NATIONS, COMMUNIST AND FREE, "IN GOD WE TRUST." CHURCHES AND SYNAGOGUES THROUGHOUT THE COUNTRY ARE A CONSTANT STANDING OVATION TO HIM WHO IS OUR PROTECTOR. AMERICA IS PEOPLE WHO BELIEVE. PEOPLE WHO ARE CONSISTENT; PEOPLE WHO PERSEVERE; PEOPLE WITH MORALS. AMERICA IS PEOPLE WHO STAND FOR WHAT THEY BELIEVE IN. FOR AMERICA IS A NATION BASED ON BELIEVING. THANK GOD FOR AMERICA. AND THANK AMERICA FOR GOD. Copyright ©1979

I want to be loved by someone. Not just used by one. I need someone to care. Not to dare. If only a hug or a rose. If only a rose to show me the love is still there. Maybe then and only then I will care! Copyright ©1987

I stand here watching my little bundle of joy She sleeps so peaceful like a toy Dreaming of good things to come, Not knowing of the bad of some. So fragile, but so strong in many ways. Still needs her mom to show the way. Oh, Dear Little Bundle Of Joy: Sleep all through starry night, Till the morning dawn shines bright. Awake to see my smiling face For you and I will have our place. Our place to play and have our fun For soon the night will again come. Copyright ©1990 (DEDICATED TO MY PRECIOUS DAUGHTER)

I find an old photograph and see your smile. As I feel your presence a new, I am filled with warmth and my heart remembers love. I read an old card sent many years ago during a time of turmoil and confusion. The soothing words written then still caress my spirit and bring me peace. I remeber who you used to be the laughter we shared and wonder what you have become. Where are you now, Where did you go, When the body is left behind and the spirit is released to fly? Perhaps you are the morning bird singing joyfully at sunrise, or the butterfly that dances so carelessly on the breeze or the rainbow of colors that brightens a stormy sky or the fingers of afternoon mist delicately reaching over the mountain or the final few rays of the setting sun lighting up the skies edging the clouds with a magical glow. I miss your being but I feel your presence, In whatever form you choose to take, however you now choose to be. Your spirit has become for me a guardian angel on high guiding, advising, and watching over me. I remember you. You are with me and I am not affraid.

When I am dead. my dearest, Since no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me, With showers and dewdrops wet: And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain: I shall not hear the nightingales, Sing on, as if in pain: And dreaming through the twilight, That doth not rise nor set, Happily I may remember, And Happily may forget.

I have come to relize that time is so dear When you are no longer here I cling to memories, Sweet bitter memories That bring you near If only I can touch you again without bringing back the pain Feeling your presence That you are not really very far away That would bring back the joy and magic Of being again together I know you are Just a whisper away