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Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Thursday, April 3, 2008

Feel the genuine greatness

As you go through this day, make an effort to notice one
small, insignificant little frustration that you'd normally
get upset about. Then do yourself a favor, and simply let it
go.

Experience, in that small way, the freedom of being in
control of the way you feel. And realize that you can extend
that control to every situation in which you find yourself.

The little things most certainly do not have to get you
down. And neither do the big things.

At any moment, the way you feel is the way you choose to
feel. The way you respond is the way you choose to respond.

Do you really wish to be under the control of those who do
not have your best interest at heart? Of course you don't.

Base your feelings on the unique, valuable person you know
you are, and on the positive possibilities available to you.
Feel the genuine greatness of this moment, and you can bring
it to life.



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Saturday, January 19, 2008

That Choice

That Choice
Its crazy how the world turns now
children making adult decision
for the adult actions they have done
taking a life, or giving a life
for she, herself is just a child
desiring a love from a boy
the boys penis becomes his brain
persuasion to say that he loves her
and the only way that he says to show him
is to give herself up to him
she makes that choice not really knowing what love is
but now she has a life growing within her
still a child herself
and he is just a boy
he has no responsibility
telling her the decision is all her own
she has to save a little life or end it
and he doesn’t have to do nothing
so she realizing that she is to young
and now she has to live with that choice
and his penis remains in his brain
and that hurt will live in her forever
copyright Terry Freeman

Gods Gift

a life time of death
taking her last breath
in you she sits and waits
for your decision
that you make
and so helpless she breathes
no understanding
no means
to her once life she had
feeling punished
she did nothing bad
she just chose you as a mom
she just chose your love
to feel your warmth
is all she needs
to survive her grief
so send her to a place
that she just left
no promises kept
she will miss you
and her daddy too
as she floats to a place
where she knows she'll be safe..

My daughter Michelle
wrote this poem. This is a copyright.

My youngest daughter had her abortion yesterday and the first poem I wrote and the second one she wrote. Very sad day and something she or I will forget.

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Thursday, December 13, 2007

Focusing only on the two of us

Like the lining of the clouds
and the secret the moon hides
your love remains within my heart
dancing within my soul
gazing into your eyes
our lips melt together
you cuddle me with secure comfort
my head lightly drifts
then spins
I read your mind
I sleep awake with you
your mind combines with mine
the blankets cover us gently
as does the warmth of our bodies
nothing exists but you and me
focusing only on the two of us

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