LiL Rebel RedneckSoul Sista to Kimberly's blog: "Poetry"

I miss you my beloved mother

I know your watching from above.

During this time of the year

I really can feel your love.

 

So many times my heart aches

Just to have you here.

But I know if I close my eyes

I can feel you standing near.

 

Not a single day goes by

Without you on my mind.

Just remembering your sweet face

And a heart that was so kind.

 

I remember how your eyes lit up

With your children and grand children all around.

I can imagine you now mother

With your smile wearing your crown.

 

So the greatest gift I can give

And it will not be surpassed by others.

Is to take this special time

To say---I miss you my Beloved Mother.

Lovely writing by my great long time friend~~one that I cherish and adore~~he has such a gift for writing~~ WHAT IF... There weren’t anymore wars Soldiers were at home when they slept. Politicians never spoke a lie Or made promises they actually kept. WHAT IF Families actually had conversations Mom and dads stayed together as one. Children were raised with values Never separated or had to feel alone. WHAT IF Neighbors actually spoke to each other Lent a helping hand and had a blast. All hospital were near empty Cancer was spoken of as in the past. WHAT IF There was no such thing as drugs No homeless people enduring each day. Crime rate and sexually committed diseases Had no place in society today. WHAT IF Everyone sadly sat with tears Their heads hung down in shame. Knowing there are no WHAT IF’S For reality is true, it is no game. Written by Doyle Kirkman September 29, 2008

Night after night I sat at home alone. Family and friends Are faraway or all gone. There is nothing to do And no one to hold. Even watching television Is getting rather old. Relationship has ended Years swiftly passed away. My memories are bountiful Wonder how long they will stay. Health is getting worse No energy at all. I am slumped over Instead of standing tall. Maybe I should get drunk Or possibly even stoned. I really hate sitting here Night after night all alone. Written by Doyle Kirkman September 16, 2008

You are young and full of energy And always on the go. I wish I could keep up with you But I am worn out and old. You use to ask me questions My advice you held so dear. Now you speak only in passing I wonder if you are really here. You are always so busy With your own young life. While I sat here at home Full of pain and strife. I don’t hold it against you For once I was there. Now all I can do Is just wonder and stare. Your youth and vitality Is something to behold. But never forget someday my son You will be worn out and old. Written by Doyle Kirkman September 16, 2008

I have tried to hate you Let your memories fade away. Forget you ever existed Attempt to find a better day. Why can’t I get over you? Why can’t I ever say no? Why won’t you leave my mind? Why can’t I let you go? I want you to be happy Make something special of your life. Never have any worries Never be full of strife. You have so much potential So many talents to display. However you ignore them Never take advantage of the day. But deep inside of me I just can’t let it show. My love for you won’t die It just grows and grows. Written by Doyle Kirkman September 16, 2008

A poem from a friend that touched my heart~~enjoy!! When loves dies It’s a terrible waste. We hope for the best Was it all in haste? Old memories spring forth We cherish them a lot. Some were unbearable Some were actually hot. Seeing that someone again Makes the heart full of glee. The mind starts to wonder Goes on its on spree. Then something happens Or a word is shared. The feelings all swelter Fall quickly away as dead. We longed for the truth Settle for the lies. Now it’s finally over When love dies. Written by Doyle Kirkman September 9, 2008

Before I was a Mom 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. Chewed on. 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 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 him 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 and happy. 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 who you think is a special Mom. I just did!

A Food Valentine Cabbage always has a heart; Green beans string along. You're such a Tomato, Will you Peas to me belong? You've been the Apple of my eye, You know how much I care; So Lettuce get together, We'd make a perfect Pear. Now, something's sure to Turnip, To prove you can't be Beet; So, if you Carrot all for me Let's let our tulips meet. Don't Squash my hopes and dreams now, Bee my Honey, dear; Or tears will fill Potato's eyes, While Sweet Corn lends an ear. I'll Cauliflower shop and say Your dreams are Parsley mine. I'll work and share my Celery, So be my valentine.

So many things left unattended- So many dreams lay by the side. I had so much hope I would finish- However times and dreams did collide. Should I include them for the future? Or perhaps just let them slip away. I could always procrastinate Say I will finish them someday. Should I allow the haunts of yesteryear? Crowd my always cluttered brain. Or perhaps allow all the memories Saturate me like new falling rain. I feel so upset and guilty For all the things I let slip by. Should I stand firm, in my decisions? Or allow myself to pity and sigh. So now I wonder what’s in store While standing here and patiently wait. This old year is almost gone I am now looking at “2008”.

WRITTEN BY A 15 yr. old SCHOOL KID IN ARIZONA: New Pledge of Allegiance (TOTALLY AWESOME) ! Since the Pledge of Allegiance and The Lord's Prayer are not allowed in most public schools anymore Because the word 'God' is mentioned.... A kid in Arizona wrote the attached NEW School prayer : Now I sit me down in school where praying is against the rule For this great nation under God Finds mention of Him very odd. If Scripture now the class recites, It violates the Bill of Rights. And anytime my head I bow Becomes a Federal matter now. Our hair can be purple, orange or green, That's no offense; it's a freedom scene. The law is specific, the law is precise. Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice. For praying in a public hall Might offend someone with no faith at all. In silence alone we must meditate, God's name is prohibited by the state. We're allowed to cuss and dress like freaks, And pierce our noses, tongues and cheeks. They've outlawed guns, but FIRST the Bible. To quote the Good Book makes me liable. We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen, And the 'unwed daddy,' our Senior King. It's 'inappropriate' to teach right from wrong, We're taught that such 'judgments' do not belong. We can get our condoms and birth controls, Study witchcraft, vampires and totem poles. But the Ten Commandments are not allowed, No word of God must reach this crowd. It's scary here I must confess, When chaos reigns the school's a mess. So, Lord, this silent plea I make: Should I be shot; My soul please take! Amen