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Auricom45 Junior Member
since 2000-01-25
Posts 19Hialeah, Florida in the U.S.A |
Night Light Please mommy, leave the light on Don't want the darkness to come Can you sing the lullaby song? So I won't be afraid and run What is that screaming at night? You and daddy yelling Is that how grown-ups fight? Please stop the screaming I want to go to sleep Without hearing your conflict One time I took a peek Of the fighting, can't forget it Why were you on the floor The night I wanted some food You said you're ok, are you sure? Why was daddy being so rude? You're face is so red And it dosen't look nice What are the things daddy said When you were cooking the rice Now I have nightmares mommy, not dreams Keep the night light on The fighting never stops it seems Mommy, where are you to sing the song? "We have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences, but less time; we have more degrees, but less sense; more knowledge, but less judgement; more experts, but more problems; more medicine, but less wellness. We have multiplies our possessions, but reduced our values. We've learned how to make a living, but not a life." |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Its so sad that a child is born desiring to be nurtured with love and caring and understanding and instead this....nice job with this poem.....James |
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Munda Member Elite
since 1999-10-08
Posts 3544The Hague, The Netherlands |
This is so sad. Children should be surrounded with love instead of anger hate and fights. Well done ! |
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poetry_kills Senior Member
since 1999-12-04
Posts 549new orleans |
auricom: frighteningly beautiful, and all too sadly true... i really like this poem, it's as though you pulled the emotions from the child's heart and spilleds them onto the page... sincerely, jerome the boy with the blue thumb A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover! ~Coleridge |
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Bronx Member
since 2000-01-28
Posts 84Oviedo, Florida, U.S. |
Wow- Great poem on how so many lives can be hurt by one wrong thing. Sometimes the truth hurts. And fighting does to. Poetically yours Bronx Be careful! It's a jungle out there! |
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