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Depression

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Some people try

to force a

smile from me,

but it's futile.

 

Sometimes they figure

out somethings wrong,

sometimes not.

 

Some actually get

angry because I

don't just

"Snap out of it."

 

So I pretend

everything's OK.

But I'm secretly

crumbling deep inside.

 

Th...

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The Creepy Old House

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In a creepy old house I

found a creepy old doll.

I bent to pick it up

and boy did I have a fall.

I stood up had a lump

on my head, but

otherwise alright.

I looked out the window,

day had turned to night.

I looked and looked but

did not find the doll.

I turned to leave and there

it was hanging by it's ne...

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The Old Broken Doll

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In an old house

I found an

old doll.

 

It looked worn

and scuffed and

like it had

taken a fall.

 

Her arms were

torn and all

out of kilter.

 

She was lying

in some kind

of dirty old filter.

 

Her face was

chipped, broken

and her smile missing.

 

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A Small Bud

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A small bud, withered

But just a few drops of rain

Beautiful flower.

 

 

I was inspired to write

this haiku after reading

Nigel Astell's poem/comment

on my poem "Despair".

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Despair

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In her despair

she cowers and

covers her face.

No longer can she

battle the demons

that invade her

mind and space.

 

The drugs she takes

to self medicate.

The many men she

sleeps with, the

loathing and self hate.

 

Will she take her

life by her own

hand? Or will she

...

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Isabella Rose

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Sweet Isabella

In a just a few months of life

Your heart has touched ours.

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Dolls

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A doll is for play

To be treausred every day

A friend come what may

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It Is Time

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This poem was written by my sister Sandra K. Smith, and is used with her permission.



Loving Memory Of Clovis W. Henderson 12/27/1931 to 12/09/2009


IT IS TIME

IT IS TIME December 9th, 2009.
IT IS TIME for our family to gather one by one.
IT IS TIME the Doctors, Nurses, Specialist, and Staff at the Hospital tell us.
IT IS TIME to let him go.
IT IS TIME they kept saying as our family...

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Glasses

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When I was in 9th grade

I sat at the front

of the class.

 

Most kids thought I did

this to show how smart

I was. Others because

 I was better than them.

 And a few because I

wanted to be

the teachers pet.

 

The truth is because I

couldn't see the chalk board.

 

I lied to my parents

an...

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My Unborn Child

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You left my body

before you were born.

My freezing body

floated toward the light,

only to be returned

to life by grace

and a prayer.

 

I was glad to

be alive but bewailed

my unborn child.

 

My child, did you

leave me because

of my sins?

To leave my sordid

life ...

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Anger

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Anger consumes me

Eats my soul like a cancer

Self inflicted hell

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Another poem of mine was used

I have found another one of my poems "A Mime Rhyme" on at least 3 websites that does not give me credit.

I am so frustrated. Can't people make up thier own rhymes without using mine? I am a litte flattered that this particular poem is so popular. But come on it's cute but not that great.

This makes me want to stop putting my poems on the web. I got so frustrated that I posted this poem ...

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A Mime Rhyme

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Can a mime make a rhyme?

Sure a mime can make a rhyme

But who would hear it?

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The Darkness

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The darkness is

creeping upon us,

eating away our souls.

 

It brings about

racism, hatred, murder.

It blinds us to what

we are becoming.

 

In the far

distance there

is a light,

a glimmer of hope.

 

Is it

too far away?

Is it

too late?

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A Nicked Poem

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Nicked was my poem*

I nicked that sucker right back

What a silly mess

 

 

 

 

The first line was suggested by Isobel.

After all my ranting about my stolen poem

I told myself I'd better give due credit.

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Non Traditional Haiku about my Poem

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My poem was used

Failed to give me due credit

It was taken down

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Haiku about a Stolen Poem

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A stolen poem

Took credit for my effort

Poem was removed

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Someone has stolen my poem

This time I'm not posting a poem. I'm asking for opinions.

I found one of my poems on a website but was not given credit for this poem.

Should I contact the sites administrator?

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Kids With Drugs-2

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Kids with drugs,

it's like their

being ripped apart

by blades of a knife.

 

They slowly die

from their wounds.

Their souls drain

like blood from

torn vessels.

 

Their lives end.

Maybe not today

maybe not tomorrow,

but they eventually do.

Do we even try

to make it stop?

 

Just ...

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The Sea

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The Sea presses

the shoreline.

 

I listen to

the languid waves

sweep onto the shore.

The water flows softly.

This is a sound that I love.

 

The birds glide

like a dream on the water.

With full bellies they

fly off to their

homes and babies.

 

The bright...

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Kids With Drugs

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Kids with drugs

being ripped apart

by blades of a knife.

 

Their lives end.

Do we even try

to make it stop?

 

Just getting by

each day,

have we lost sight?

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The City

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I am on a crowded

city sidewalk,

the crowd sgueezes,

shoves and pushes.

Like blood through

a too small artery.

 

Claustrophobia threatens

to swallow me.

A small opening appears,

I rush to it. But it quickly

fills in and once again,

the crowd squeezes, shoves

and pushes.

 

I reach my desti...

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Altars to the Gods (With better illustration)

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I once saw

an altar built

to honor a God.

Which God I

do not know.

 

The day was overcast

and threatened rain.

The years and the

elements had wrecked

havoc on this altar.

 

A mouse scurried across

this crumbling stone.

A bird of

prey swooped down

and carried aw...

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Altars to the Gods

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I once saw

an altar built

to honor a God.

Which God I

do not know.

 

The day was overcast

and threatened rain.

The years and the

elements had wrecked

havoc on this altar.

 

A mouse scurried across

this crumbling stone.

A bird of

prey swooped down

and carried away

...

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There's More to Me

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There's more to me

than what

they see.

 

Some see the

real me.

Some only

the facade.

 

Some think

I'm nice,

some think I'm odd.

 

Some think

I'm a dork.

 

My emotions

stuffed in a

bottle and

sealed with a cork.

 

There's more to me

than ...

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In Times of Trouble

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In times of trouble,

they need me.

In times of peace,

they can't stand me.

 

In times of trouble,

they say, "I love

you Mom."

In times of peace,

they would rather die

than admit this.

 

In times of trouble,

they come to me

for advice.

In times of peace

th...

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Ragged Man

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Ragged

man on the street, I

turn my eyes so I will not meet.

Disgusted?

No, but see my possible life.

Fear in my heart, is all hope

busted?

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Starved to Death, for Jovonie

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If only I had known

what was happening,

If only I had known

where you lived.

 

If only I had known,

I would have gone

into your home.

I would have

taken you out.

 

If only I had known,

I would have taken

you into my home.

I would have fed you.

 

If ...

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