by Laurie Lyle
FIGHTING FOR PEACE
To be a soldier a noteworthy and respected profession
Believing in our reasons and their cause to uphold
Our dignity and honor we fight with valor and pride
Along with likewise others by my side
So sad the price we must pay
Some will die today come what may
Our beliefs are strong self-esteem high
A constant prayer within our hearts
A dedicated patriotic commitment
To country and a special way of life
Must be victorious and return home once more
After fighting sacrificing settling all the score
Set me free there is affection among my people
They will remove the fragments of war
From my damaged body put liniment on my wounds
Caress my battered soul heal me with their love
Then let me live peacefully from the rewards of my work
Play for me music with words of love and endearment
Let it start the symphony of harmonious
Melodies that titillates and caresses my soul
Dancing listening until I am wrinkled gray and old
MY DAUGHTER IS FOREVER
For unconditional love whispers and happy laughter
There is nothing that compares to the joyful spirit of a daughter
From ponytail to extensions and wigs the way you grew up the simple things
To you I give unconditional guidance my special care every day every year
This bond of life between us stretches long it is secure it is strong
A positive foundation for our relationship ensuring nothing ever goes wrong
You were my little girl the one around whom I fabricate my world
Creating magnificent work of skill resulting in my delicate rose
That blooms from the center of my heart inspiring and motivating
Perceptive with an unknown will of strength and power
Astute and smart shrewd and clever quick to recover
You make me satisfied you give me so much pride
My heart is open a luxurious satin-lined presentation place
There your love is displayed the ultimate expression of everlasting
Inspiration devotion care and dedication original and sincere
You the one I love always will until time is absent and all is still
You are the only one to fill that special place
My daughter she is love unlimited and forever so true
My special someone my one and only you
MOTIVE TO LOVE
Fierce fire burning in your eyes
Compelling me to turn my face
To the warmth of your intense gaze
Willing me to stay and never leave that cozy place
I should have known that it is always true
What is said hearts are twisted and motives run deep?
I should have stayed in your arms fallen asleep
There dream of pleasure you are mine to have and to keep
Vivid romance of a depth untold
Secrets we hide from this very world
We strive to strengthen the stability of our frequent embrace
Reminiscing of flames from the past sources of ruin
Stoking of the old fire may not awaken your desire
Of a time when hearts were young infused and inflamed
As the years passed we matured into our own
No longer compatible different personality I’m in my zone
I am matured now not the person that I used to be
There will be things about me you won’t love anymore
There’s things about you I won’t put up with for sure
GOALS AND OBJECTIVES
One of my reviewers said
“I find inspiration each and every day
Just reading your work listening and learning
From every which way everything they say
The world is a big place
But I find all of its principles and actions here
So varied and wide many bits and pieces
All of which will remain with me forever
Picking and stimulating my brain”
Separate the pieces use them as blocks
The positive ones will make a solid foundation
Let go of the negative these are like building on sand
And will go blowing in the wind
Let your spirit lift your heart with constructive thoughts
Exalt yourself carry on with pride and courage
Rise up with dignity you are wiser now
Move forward encourage the world to emulate and follow
Let it be known you were born in the night
But not last night the good things that they know
You invented them and wrote their histories
You have been there and played them
BETTY LUE
She was the favorite girl in the community—chaste, beautiful, and well behaved. She had the boys drooling; they had no chance. So when it was rumored that she had a boyfriend visiting her apartment, it was a shock to everyone. They did not believe and set out to prove it. These five boys climbed over the fence shortly after the visitor came and crawled to the upper story apartment where Betty Lue lived. They made a human ladder climbing one on top of the other until they reached her apartment. The last boy on top standing on the shoulders of the one below had the grandstand view as he peered through her window. The first boy on the bottom whispered to the one above, “What are they doing?” The one above relayed it to the one above, who in turn relayed it to the one above until it reached the final one on top who whispered back, “They are taking off their clothes.” This was again relayed down the line to the last one on the bottom. After several relays, that included “They are kissing, they are kissing, they are kissing, they are kissing, and they are kissing.” The one on the bottom asked, “And what are they doing now?” This went up the line to the last one, who said, “They are?” And he started to move his bottom in circles with these words. “They are?” along with the circular motion of the bottoms was relayed down the line. Pretty soon the whole totem pole was moving, their bottoms in circles and going faster and faster until the human periscope got wobbly as it weaved back and forth, side to side, finally losing control and came toppling down. They writhed on the ground, but this time in pain.
WINGS OF A DOVE
She was born on that fateful day September 11, 2001
A day we would all like to forget but from the ruins of those memories
Something wonderful happened that day little Christina Taylor Green was born
A passion-filled bundle of enthusiastic delight beautiful loving adorable
Like a dove signifying peace and hope she brought the sunlight back
Some of the harsh recollections of that grateful day went away
She brought joy and love to all those who met her every day
She was viciously snatched from our midst January 8, 2011
Leaving an incomprehensible void to remind us that is where she once stood
We grieve for all those involved those who died and the injured ones
And offer our unending condolences from the bottom of pain-filled hearts
Why do people get so vain why do they glory in pain and suffering
Why do we preach hatred and support their causes
Those frail ones on the border will believe and act irrationally
Let us remember love is not pain hurt anger regret tears or fears
Love is caring the joy of happiness
kindness gentle overtures sharing
With plenty of togetherness love is love let not the innocence of little Christina be
Wasted we must build on her memory a harmonious chain-link fence
That runs through our souls a conveyor of love brotherhood compassion and care
Touching strengthening and inspiring everyone within its contact
Bring back living to life
ALL OUR EFFORTS
All our efforts great and small seems to go in vain
We are not rewarded no not at all every time we get up we again fall
All our strength all our perseverance goes into this combat
We are always wrong when will we ever get it right
We reach for all that’s good and appear in our sight
To attain maximum growth and development to enrich lives
We must acquire knowledge and understanding learn methods and skills
Create a healthy environment without all the hazards of unsafe acts and
Conditions we will learn appropriate behavioral practices and traditions
The many ways to avoid inappropriate actions thoughts and deeds
We will stop if we approach risky levels of induced concentration
And guard against dangerous influences and temptations of the mind
We must entertain and accommodate an intellect of the highest level
Do what is right to make our way in life authentic and inspiring
Set the wheels in motion turning seamlessly precise alluring and true
Emphasizing and illuminating the way so others can tag along
This expressive realistic lead that transports to a luxurious environment
Where the smart kings will not become paupers
FORECLOSURE
I stand here my hands on top of my head with eyes that stare upward
What I am looking at I do not know my hands on top my head suppresses the heat
And energy that is escaping after frying my brains in its own oil to tender crisps
Around my ankles lies my worldly possession all that I own in this life boxes crates
Bags bins those not contained looks like trash stashed everywhere behind me is
The building I once called home the house I bought and made into a home the
Place where the little ones loved to be where they played and romped their
Gleeful laughter and piercing squeals rippled the air there was so much to love
Here I look back with remorse at the virtuous little fruit-and-vegetable plot that
Gave us so much when our funds got scarce and it was reaping time it was hard to
Go hungry I look at the quaint little flower garden that delighted so many with its
Pious blooms of fresh roses and the delicate fragrances that wafted through the
Air the modest yard a playpen swings and things a place where quality time was
Spent many wonderful fun-filled carefree afternoons then the recession came and
I lost it all I am left with is memories and the many wonderful years we
Spent here now I have to go to where I do not know I have spent many
Moments praying the tears flow my eyes are bloodshot and red the children are
Here with me they are holding their rag dolls to their chest they do not fully
Comprehend as they ask daddy what is wrong with your eyes it tears at my heart
And start the tears flowing what can I do? Where do I go to escape this menacing
Humiliation that threatens to engulf and terminate my soul!
GRIEVING SOUL
All the dreams and broken promises
Incurred by me because of small thinking
And whimsical behavior
Causes my heart to shudder
At the knowledge of all that escapes me
All that I have lost
And what could have been
All the time I wasted flaunting
It lingers and causes me deep regret.
My life is a spool, and I am winding
Myself tight within these strands!
I loved but was too distracted to know it
Care came my way, and I shunned it.
There was love, I later knew it
Too late so I lost an irretrievable thing
Because of foolish behavioral practices
And egotistic lust.
Now I hurt, I know you hurt,
Can our hearts ever become one?
You sought escape and left me holding
Invisible pieces of our hearts.
I harbor grieving thoughts
And have spent the years thinking
Of what could have been,
Should have been!
It is too late, and so I grieve
Suffering because of promiscuous love
And ego-induced affairs.
LET THE CHILDREN PRAY
Teach the children to pray not just at nights not only in the day
Teach them to carry a prayer in their hearts always
As they travel along life’s winding volatile highways
Teach them compassion teach them love
Teach them to care to be their brother’s keeper
To be aware of the social and economic needs of others
Teach them to lend a helping hand to those who are destitute
Teach them to plant a garden to always water the seeds
Teach them to appreciate life as they grow
Teach them to give thanks and not go sparing on praise
Teach them there is fulfillment and reward in helping
Teach them not to always look for reward
Their incentive will be the satisfaction and fulfillment within their hearts
Teach them about peace love self-control and forgiveness
Teach them to shun violence in all its forms
That evil thoughts is as wrong as evil actions
Teach them there is righteousness in never getting angry
This can lead to hatred and desecration of the soul
Let us nourish and feed the minds of the little ones with truths
The future of the world depends on their rational thoughts and judgment
We are losing so much—bring back prayer to schools and the marketplace
HOMETOWN HEROES
With memories of 9/11 fresh in the back of your head
You put the big boots and funny clothes on then determinedly walk away
Leaving behind friends, family, and well-wishers, duty-bound to serve
You go so we maintain our quality of life, freedom, and liberty