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Working In Your Dungarees
- Published: May 2010
I Love You, Ma, Happy Mother's Day

in Mother's Day Poems

You always did the best you could
To make your children grow up good.
You always worked to make ends meet,
To give your children food to eat.

You always did the best you could
To make your children grow up good.
You always worked to make ends meet,
To give your children food to eat.

For I saw you down on your knees,
Working in your dungarees.
Working hard just to get us by,
But never once did I see you cry.

You always sang a happy song.
You tried to teach me right from wrong.
But somewhere, Mom, I went astray
And broke your heart each Mother's Day.

You always gave me all you had,
And in return I made you sad.
I guess I didn't understand
Just what it took to be a man.

For I forgot to be your son
And was blind to the damage done.
But, Ma, you taught me right from wrong,
And now I sing a different song.

I sing a song of happiness,
I sing a song of joy and bliss.
I sing when I am on my knees,
Working in my dungarees.

I sing a song of peace and love,
A song to you and God above.
And I'm so proud I can finally say,
"I love you, Ma, Happy Mother's Day."
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Christmas Time
- Published: December 2010
Christmas Is A Time For...

in Christmas Poems

Christmas time is finally here.
It only comes but once a year,
And it's a time to spread good cheer
To those we love and hold so dear.

Christmas time is finally here.
It only comes but once a year,
And it's a time to spread good cheer
To those we love and hold so dear.

Christmas time is a time of glee,
A time when peace and love run free,
A time for those like you and me
To sit beneath the Christmas tree.

Christmas time is a time of joy,
A time to sit back and enjoy
The smile on each girl and boy,
As they play with a Christmas toy.

Christmas time is a time to share
The passing of another year.
Birth of Jesus, a joyful prayer,
To show loved ones how much we care.

Christmas time is a time for song,
A time for us to get along,
To make us feel Lord Jesus strong,
Forgive all those who did us wrong.

Christmas time is a time to pray,
Put love and kindness on display,
Show compassion along the way.
Christmas time should be every day.
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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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King Cocaine
- Published: January 2009
Poem About The Arrogance Of An Addict

in Addiction Poems

King Cocaine has come out smoking,
I've taken hit after hit.
It's plain to see he's not joking,
And it's obvious I should to quit.

King Cocaine has come out smoking,
I've taken hit after hit.
It's plain to see he's not joking,
And it's obvious I should to quit.
There's no attack for me to mount,
I do not belong in this fight.
I should just stay down for the count,
But it's still early in the night.

King Cocaine has come out swinging,
The Champ is pushing me around.
Misery is what he's bringing,
His jabs are making my head pound.
My confidence is badly bruised,
My ego is shattered again.
All night long I have been abused.
But something tells me I can win.

King Cocaine has ruled the whole night,
Because The Master is quite deft.
He's hit me with so many rights,
He's got me begging for a left.
Once again I am on the ropes,
The Champ is having me for lunch
My pride tells me my only hope,
Is to knock him out with one punch.

King Cocaine has won every round,
It's plain to see the end is near.
It's obvious I should stay down,
Let the misery end right here.
Because I know I'm bound to die,
If I don't throw the towel in.
But I look The Champ in the eye,
I then get up and fight again.

King Cocaine is pleasing the crowd,
Dancing like Muhammad Ali.
Acting like he has done them proud,
As he moves in to knock out me.
I hear the crowd begin to cheer,
I hear The Champ say, "This is it."
I tell him, "I'm still standing here,"
Before I take my final hit.
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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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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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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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The Dishes Are Done
- Published: January 2009
Funny Poem About A Nagging Wife

in Funny Family Poems

Well, the dishes are done,
There's nothing in the sink.
So I think I'll sit,
And pour myself a drink.

Well, the dishes are done,
There's nothing in the sink.
So I think I'll sit,
And pour myself a drink.
But just as I sit,
I hear her voice.
And I've got to get up,
Because I've got no choice.

You see, I've got this woman,
Who says she's my wife.
And says I promised to love her,
For the rest of my life.
She's awful bossy,
And overbearing too.
And she loves to tell me,
What to do!

She says, "Ronald, are the dishes done?
Did you wash and dry each one?
Ronald, did you put them away,
Don't you listen to what I say?"

And I say,

"Yes, Dear, the dishes are done,
I washed and dried each one.
Yes, Dear, I put them away,
Because I always do whatever you say."

But I don't know why,
I let her treat me this way.
And I swear,
I'm going to leave her someday.
I'm going to walk out,
And I'm going to have some fun.
But until that day,
The dishes will be done.
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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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