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My Best And Favorite Girl
- Published: December 2008
Poem To Mom

in Mother Poems

You brought me my first toy,
My first bike and baseball glove.
You filled my heart with joy,
And you filled my life with love.

You brought me my first toy,
My first bike and baseball glove.
You filled my heart with joy,
And you filled my life with love.
You taught me how to count
And how to say my ABC's,
How to say, "You're Welcome,"
"Thank You," and "Pretty Please."

You taught me "Our Father,"
And "Hail Mary, Full of Grace,"
And how to greet a neighbor
With a smile and embrace.
You taught me that all things
Come from Jesus up above.
But most of all, sweet Mother,
You taught me how to love.

You taught me that all leprechauns
Possessed a pot of gold
And that they had these unicorns
Back in the days of old.
You taught me that a fantasy
Could end up with a scream.
You taught me not to give up,
Not to give up on a dream.

You taught me words of wisdom
And tended to my every need.
You gave me all the tools
That a man needs to succeed.
You filled my world with laughter,
And you brightened up my world.
And these are the reasons why
You're my best and favorite girl.
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I Love Your Smile
- Published: January 2011
in Sweet Love Poems

I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the way each passing day
You give a love so warm and true.

I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the way each passing day
You give a love so warm and true.

I love your clothes, your turned-up nose,
The way your precious kisses taste,
But most of all, my living doll,
I love the smile upon your face.

I love your lips and slender hips.
I love the giggle in your talk.
I love your class and your sweet sass,
The wiggle in your sexy walk.

I love your shrug and your warm hug,
Love your tender and warm embrace.
But most of all, my living doll,
I love the smile upon your face.

I love your look, the way you cook.
I love your heart, your soul and mind.
I love the way you laugh and play,
How you always treat me so kind.

I love the fact you are intact.
I love your style, charm and grace,
But most of all, my living doll,
I love the smile upon your face.

I love your charms, your loving arms,
How you hold me so tenderly.
I love the bliss, the happiness
When you're making sweet love to me.

I love when you get naughty, too
And kiss me all over the place,
But most of all, my living doll,
I love the smile upon your face.
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The Queen Of Pain
- Published: December 2008
in Addiction Poems

The Queen of Pain,
Her Royal "Highness".
An Evil Dictator,
Who doesn't care less.

The Queen of Pain,
Her Royal "Highness".
An Evil Dictator,
Who doesn't care less.
If a faithful servant,
Who worships her throne.
Dies like a pauper,
In the cold all alone.

The Queen of Pain,
Makes bowing enticing.
And honoring her,
Seem so inviting.
Each faithful servant,
Is lead by the "arm".
And "stuck" in a Kingdom,
Of make believe charm.

The Queen of pain,
The Almighty Fraud.
A flirtatious wink,
Followed up by a "nod".
A "pointed" smile,
A shortness of breath.
A devious laugh,
As you're laying near death.

The Queen of Pain,
A villain and knave.
A Master of Lies,
Who loves to enslave.
But each faithful servant,
Can put an end to her reign.
By refusing to bow,
To The Queen of Pain.
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I Want To Make Sweet Love To You
- Published: June 6, 2023
Poem Capturing The Essence Of Desire

in Passionate Love Poems

I want to tempt the hands of fate
Take you out on a lovely date
Act like a perfect gentleman
Be as romantic as I can

I want to tempt the hands of fate
Take you out on a lovely date
Act like a perfect gentleman
Be as romantic as I can

I want to show up with flowers
Walk with you in April showers
Hold your hand and open the door
For the woman I do adore

I want to take you out to eat
Pull out your chair until you seat
In the fanciest restaurant
Tell you to order what you want

I want to sit by candlelight
With the mood and atmosphere right
Gazing into your lovely eyes
Sing love songs and sweet lullabies

I want to turn on all my charms
Hold you in my tender arms
As I am slow dancing with you
Softly whisper "You’re beautiful”

I want to count the stars above
With the woman I truly love
After that walk you to your door
So you can feel safe and secure

I want to be invited in
Gaze in loving eyes once again
As I watch them sparkle and shine
Open up a bottle of wine

I want to hope our next slow dance
Will lead to a night of romance
As we are dancing cheek to cheek
Feel your heart beat and knees go weak

I want to catch you as you fall
Let you know you’re a living doll
Make your body feel like a flame
When I softly whisper your name

I want to taste your honey lips
Feel the passion behind your kiss
Smell the aroma of perfume
As you lead me to your bedroom

I want to lay down by the side
Of my lover and future bride
On this wondrous and lovely night
Make love to you with all my might

I want to kiss your pretty head
As I am lying in your bed
Prove to you that my love is true
By telling you you’re beautiful

I want to give you all my love
Make you sparkle like stars above
Feel Heavenly and so divine
As you lie in these arms of mine

I want your heart to feel a flame
When I softly whisper your name
If it’s the last thing that I do
I want to make sweet love to you
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The Happiest Day Of My Life
- Published: March 2009
in Wedding Poems

The happiest day of my life
Was when I first laid eyes on you
For you were like a gift from God
An Angel sweet and beautiful

The happiest day of my life
Was when I first laid eyes on you
For you were like a gift from God
An Angel sweet and beautiful

Deep inside my tender heart
Actually felt your halo shine
I quickly knelt and prayed to God
And I asked Him to make you mine

The happiest day of my life
Was the day when I first kissed you
For I had never felt a kiss
So tender, soft and beautiful

But when I felt your gentle lips
I could have sworn I owned the world
Right then and there I knew for sure
You would forever be my girl

The happiest day of my life
I guess it has to be right now
For here I stand in front of God
Ready to make a Solemn Vow

A vow to have you as my wife
And to love you with all my heart
To honor you and cherish you
And say, "Until death do we part."

The happiest day of my life
Has to be on some future day
About fifty years down the road
Upon the death bed that I lay

For when God calls me on that day
If I still have you as my wife
I'll die on the happiest day
The happiest day of my life
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The Baby Must Be
- Published: November 2008
in Abortion Poems

The baby's conceived,
Without being planned.
A night of passion,
With an unknown man.

The baby's conceived,
Without being planned.
A night of passion,
With an unknown man.

The girl is distraught,
The man is long gone.
The intimate moment,
Does not linger on.

The girl is confused,
Knows not what to do.
The friends that she has,
Are precious and few.

The girl's family
Will shun her for sure.
If she tells the truth,
They'll love her no more.

The thoughts in her head,
Ungodly at best.
"I can't have this child,
My life is a mess.

The drugs that I'm on,
Have taken their toll.
They rule my body,
My mind and my soul."

The answer's simple,
It'll just take one day.
She'll have The Clinic
Sweep the baby away.

The Lord in her heart,
Says, "Please trust in me."
And deep down inside,
She knows the baby must be.
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Goodbye, Mister Cocaine
- Published: December 2008
Poem About Walking Away From Cocaine

in Addiction Poems about Family

Now who's that knocking on my brain?
I hope it's not you, Mister Cocaine.
Because Mr. Cocaine, you and I are through,
And so is the fake fun that I had with you.

Now who's that knocking on my brain?
I hope it's not you, Mister Cocaine.
Because Mr. Cocaine, you and I are through,
And so is the fake fun that I had with you.

Now Mr. Cocaine, how could you dare,
Even have the nerve to come around here?
Because of you, I lost my wife and kids,
And I'll never forgive you for what you did.

For you made me lie, cheat, swindle and steal,
And you convinced me it was no big deal.
To lie to my sister and rip off my brother,
And even steal from my own sweet mother.

You brought me to places I didn't want to be,
You made me see things I didn't want to see.
You made me do things I didn't want to do,
Like leaving my kids just to hang out with you.

You promised you'd be there, but you left me alone,
You didn't even answer when I called on the phone.
You promised me riches, but you then left me poor,
And these are the reasons I don't want you anymore.

So goodbye, Mr. Cocaine and goodbye pain,
Goodbye to the days of acting insane.
Goodbye to the nights we spent together,
Goodbye, Mr. Cocaine and goodbye forever.
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When A Part Of America Died
- Published: September 2019
Poem About 9/11

in Current Events Poems

September Eleventh Two Thousand and One
The Big Apple awoke, a new day had begun.
The Statue of Liberty was standing so proud
As God and Freedom were singing out loud.

September Eleventh Two Thousand and One
The Big Apple awoke, a new day had begun.
The Statue of Liberty was standing so proud
As God and Freedom were singing out loud.

Native New Yorkers were starting to enter
The Twin Towers called The World Trade Center.
They went to their office and they worked with pride
On this day when a part of America died.

The people of Boston were also at work
Responsibilities they never would shirk.
The traffic was brutal as it is every morn,
But each day they brave it for the show must go on.

Now Downtown was open, Logan Airport was too
As people boarded their flights they had not a clue
Terrorists were sitting right there by their side
On this day when a part of America died.

Now at 8:46, the whole world was in shock
When there was an explosion that shook the whole block,
And downtown Manhattan was like a war zone,
For these terrorists attacked us right in our own home

As the planes hit The Towers, there was a bad fire.
The people were screaming as the flames grew higher,
But through this disaster they still showed their pride
On this day when a part of America died.

The police and firemen didn't think of themselves.
Not one person said, "It's every man for himself."
For to those trapped inside each man was a brother.
On their wounded shoulders they carried each other

Although September Eleventh brought death and dismay.
We all banded together in the U.S.A.
We showed our courage, our strength and our pride
On this day when a part of America died.
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The Child Within
- Published: December 2008
in Abuse Poems

I'm reminiscing and I'm missing,
The childhood I never had.
I'm triggering and I'm figuring,
There were reasons to be sad.

I'm reminiscing and I'm missing,
The childhood I never had.
I'm triggering and I'm figuring,
There were reasons to be sad.

I'm supposing and I'm closing,
In on all my childhood fears.
I'm indicting and I'm inviting,
The people behind my tears.

I'm reflecting and I'm injecting,
The power of God above.
I'm unmasking and I'm asking,
Why the child was void of love.

I'm a hunting and I'm confronting,
The abusers once again.
I'm a hurting but I'm supporting,
The courage of the child within.

I'm remising and I'm dismissing,
The notion that I was no good.
I'm a fearing but I'm a sharing,
All aspects of my childhood.

I'm a feeling but I'm a dealing,
With all of my past issues,
I'm a dying and I'm a crying,
So please pass me the tissues.

I'm confiding and I'm not hiding,
From the issues I must explore.
I'm expressing and not suppressing,
The child's feelings anymore.

I'm a shrieking but I'm a seeking,
To help heal the child again.
I'm a grinning because I'm winning,
The trust of the child within.
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I Never Asked You To Be My Dad
- Published: November 2008
in Abuse Poems

I never asked you to be my Dad,
To slap me around and treat me so bad.
I never asked you to drink alcohol,
I never asked for anything at all.

I never asked you to be my Dad,
To slap me around and treat me so bad.
I never asked you to drink alcohol,
I never asked for anything at all.

I never asked for the hurt and pain,
Or for the nights that were half insane.
I never asked for fights that were wild,
Or to grow up a bewildered child.

I never asked you to beat up my Mom,
Or for a blanket to help keep me warm.
I never asked you to leave me alone,
Or to grow up in a broken down home.

I never asked for this horrible life,
Or for the conflicts, the quarrels, and strife.
I never once asked that I be defiled,
Or to grow up a bewildered child.

I never asked to be raised in prison,
Or to see darkness though the sun had risen.
I never asked you to raise holy hell,
Or for my bedroom to be like a jail cell.

I never asked to be used and abused,
Or to sit in my room dazed and confused.
I never asked for the crap that has piled,
Or to grow up a bewildered child.

I never asked for a brand new bike,
Or for any toys that I used to like.
I never asked you to throw me a ball,
Or for the bruises when I took a "fall."

I never asked once, but I'm asking you now.
I hope you make me understand somehow.
How you could treat me so freaking bad,
That I never asked you to be my Dad.
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