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Please, Father...
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Please, Father... |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA 
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Please Father, heal this aching child that hides within the bowel of me. The one so meek and never wild that cries so hard to just be free. An ache does climb within my chest and sits atop the throne of mind. Tired now father, I wish to rest that I might see, and be not blind. A heart does heal most slow inside where words still ring the naked ear. They charge around as I just hide and wish to calm this chiding fear. Oh dear father, I beg of thee to soar the winds and sail the seas. To hear the echo wand’ring near and skate on bruised, bended knees. The names I heard, I hear again as words are seen and felt so hard. I know I am more, a strong man yet still I dredge and keep my guard. I’ve grown from my trials and sadness, from losses, death, fear and my shame. I’ll teach my children compassion and to love each other and not blame. For words do break a tender heart and bring to eyes those flowing tears. They tear a young lad’s soul apart ...ages of anguish beyond those years... |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Oh dear father, I beg of thee to soar the winds and sail the seas. To hear the echo wand’ring near and skate on bruised, bended knees. ~*~ What is this about hanky alerts that you didn't issue your own? Barry...you continue to magnify personification... magnificently. |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Sorry Sun, I forgot...here, have one of mine... I keep a good supply on hand... Never know when one might have the need... |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Magnus~ 'I’ve grown from my trials and sadness, from losses, death, fear and my shame. I’ll teach my children compassion and to love each other and not blame' Oh, my friend ... this is poignant penning~ That every abused child could foster such goals would be ... such a blessing~ Doesn't often happen that way ... but we can pray~ *Huglets*  ~*Marge*~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Yes Marge, we can pray...Abuse comes upon a child in so many forms...whether from an adult or another child. For children can be so cruel of other children. Like they say.. "Kill me with kindness"... a goal I often wished for. Words do hurt too often for so many. |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
"The names I heard, I hear again as words are seen and felt so hard. I know I am more, a strong man yet still I dredge and keep my guard." BJ, it seems like the most tenderhearted of people are always abused. To remain tenderhearted takes the strongest of souls. Very touching poem....and I still don't have any tissue. ......jo |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Jo, thank you...yes, very true. And I will send tissues as soon as I know what part of the 87 guzillion square miles of Texas I have to get Fedex to deliver them to... BJ |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Barry I align with Marge, think this stanza outstanding.... "I’ve grown from my trials and sadness, from losses, death, fear and my shame. I’ll teach my children compassion and to love each other and not blame." as is the whole poem enjoyed ---------ice ><> |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Barry, A tender beautiful write. Friend and poet |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
Barry, My heart, it is touched. The pain felt by a child, the sufferings of children, these are things that I find the most difficult to bear. Having walked in such shoes, though loved well by my father and mother, I would wish such anguish on none, and know too many who suffer. Would that love could pour forth from our hearts and move the world to compassion. Sometimes I think that having suffered the sorrows as a youth, it makes being a parent that much more difficult for the pain your own child suffers can be almost more excrutiaiting for you as parent than for they . . . does this make sense. I agree that to grow beyond your wounds and remain tender and loving, this is a great accomplishement and speaks well of the soul. Hugs to you  SusanHappiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind. |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Ice...thank you very much. Pleased that you enjoyed this... Sy...poet and friend...you will always be just that to me...always. Susan...all of what you said made sense. You understand very well...as do others...and yes, It is difficult for a parent, very difficult. |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
"A heart does heal most slow inside where words still ring the naked ear. They charge around as I just hide and wish to calm this chiding fear." A sentiment I unfortunately know well. Excellent write Barry...  |
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devinechild22 Senior Member
since 2002-08-28
Posts 571 |
This hit home, my friend. Today my "best friend" told me that the man I love doesn't love me. I can feel the pain in this one. Touching write, as always. *Allison* ~~~***~~~Come away with me, Wendy. Come away to Neverland~~~***~~~ |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
so touching...yes |
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choshi Senior Member
since 2004-01-01
Posts 1184New York |
"For words do break a tender heart Such strength, power and self-renewal in your ability to be vulnerable in expression, and as much as you describe the toxicity of some words, your words exert such healing force....Thank you ~P |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice...very nice...James |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
quote: How true ... you gave me shivers through this really deeply touching poem! The learning process sometimes is very painful, indeed. Love, Margherita |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
A heart does heal most slow inside where words still ring the naked ear. They charge around as I just hide and wish to calm this chiding fear Dearest Poet, this beautiful prayer held me close, as it's a place we've all been... I believe God gives us choice, even in what we believe, how long we hold close fear, it's all our composition, my friend, we are as we believe and live...what we see and feel, and if we hold onto fear and all negative things, I believe we hinder the purpose of our being, making our journey a little longer...forgiveness is complete freedom...and a new beginning for our souls to float within some great knowledge. Absolutely beautiful writing sir. |
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GG Member Elite
since 2002-12-03
Posts 3532Lost in thought |
Shoot  I know... I know. Always, Alyssa Poems are made by fools like me, |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Barry, dear man...this really touched me. "I’ve grown from my trials and sadness, from losses, death, fear and my shame. I’ll teach my children compassion and to love each other and not blame." Sometimes I wish there was an easier way to grow...but I've learned that the hardest way is the best teacher. Sounds like you have too. |
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