My name is Sarah
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid,
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better,
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my Mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all,
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long.
When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home.
When my Mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight.
Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall.
I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry.
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.
He's already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.
"I'm sorry!", I scream
But its now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor.
My name is Sarah
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.
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From a nurse in a far off land.
Posted by = Fred.
Fred, that's so terrible. I'm crying here :cry:
that is so moving...and i'm finding it hard to choke back the tears...very thought provoking.
:cry: That's so sad :cry:
not what i was expecting but very moving and intense, well written and clearly target efficient.
I'm gonna go against the grain here - very moving, close to tears here too - but when I opened this thread this kinda aint what I expected. I deal with this stuff on a daily basis due to my job/research - and to be honest come here for a bit of 'escapism' and fun.
I know it was posted in the wrong place - and I didnt have to read it....... so, my own fault :cry:
I received this via email a while ago, made me cry.... :cry:
Fred, i'm sat here, totally lost for words. We become numbed to the horrors that go on around the world because of the intense media coverage given to us on a daily basis, and i think it takes a post like yours to wake us up sometimes from our comfy lives and to remember that "Sarahs" happen. :cry:
never really been into poetry and the likes but really enjoyed reading those.. very nice
This is something I wrote when I was a kid
I've seen the clouds fall from the sky,
I never knew I could reach that high,
Never knew space was so black,
It made me want to turn back,
To my universal everyday life,
Where I no longer see the strife,
Between you and me
And me and you
You gained my sympathy,
Not at number one but at nummber three,
Where the door opens to a void,
Where you are no longer lord,
Of Ideology
I saw the seas just disapear,
It made me want to be freer,
But when I looked that great way down,
I was floating on a frown,
Which had lost it's face,
Now it's gone without a trace,
And it'll never come back
They were used as lyrics for a band that I was once in.
DOMINATRIX
In the Dungeon you all dread,
The girl whose hair flames oh so red,
She'll happily chain you to her bed.
Dominatrix.
To arouse you this girl has the knack,
Using skills the others lack,
With whiplash cuts across your back.
Dominatrix
Loving her drives you insane,
You long for pleasure mixed with pain,
To her, your soul you'll gladly chain.
Dominatrix.
Her eyes flash with an emerald light,
And even though it isn’t right,
Your life you'd give for just one night
With Dominatrix
DOMI XX
THE WHIP
She feels the measure of the whip
Its length, its bite,
She seeks its domination
All questions answered with no excuses
Just....... the measurement of pain and love it brings
She kisses the hand that strikes
More certain miss
This
Who knows the twists and turns of life
Who feels the call
And answers
Who knows the meaning of the blood
Resting still in amniotic flood
The body knows
No errant thoughts that can stream the lips
But deep commitment to singularity
As she again hears the whistle now.
DOMI XXX
_________________
EE Cummings
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
Remembered this from a long time ago when a film recently jogged my memory.....
And NOW I really really get it
Beautiful eh?
Cathy x
Take my hand and lead me
from the dark into the light
lead me to where i feel
i dont have to fight
take away my worries
and leave me with peace of mind
smile me one of your smiles
so i know your truely kind.
embrace me with understanding
compassion and love
so i feel im safe and protected
from those up high above
listen and hear all i have to say
so I can truely smile, maybe another day.
I would like to post John Betjeman's "A Shropshire Lad" - a wonderful poem written as a sharp contrast to A E Housman's very rural poem of the same title. Captain Matthew Webb was a famous channel swimmer.
John Betjeman - A Shropshire Lad
The gas was on in the Institute,
The flare was up in the gym,
A man was running a mineral line,
A lass was singing a hymn,
When Captain Webb the Dawley man,
Captain Webb from Dawley,
Came swimming along the old canal
That carried the bricks to Lawley.
Swimming along -
Swimming along -
Swimming along from Severn,
And paying a call at Dawley Bank while swimming along to Heaven.
The sun shone low on the railway line
And over the bricks and stacks
And in at the upstairs windows
Of the Dawley houses' backs
When we saw the ghost of Captain Webb,
Webb in a water sheeting,
Come dripping along in a bathing dress
To the Saturday evening meeting.
Dripping along -
Dripping along -
To the Congregational Hall;
Dripping and still he rose over the sill and faded away in a wall.
There wasn't a man in Oakengates
That hadn't got hold of the tale,
And over the valley in Ironbridge,
And round by Coalbrookdale,
How Captain Webb the Dawley man,
Captain Webb from Dawley,
Rose rigid and dead from the old canal
That carries the bricks to Lawley.
Rigid and dead -
Rigid and dead -
To the Saturday congregation,
Paying a call at Dawley Bank on the way to his destination.
Nineteen eighteen, my twentieth year,
War almost over, or so we hear
Whistles blow, along the trench,
from yonder, deaths bitter stench
Crossing razor wire, into-no mans land,
Bullets scream, a target I stand.
Praying to survive, A bursting shell.
My body then shattered, there I fell.
On a battlefield, wounded, in pain.
Never see loved ones, ever again
Fluid of life, slowly ebbing away,
Never imagining this fateful day.
In a wilderness, feeling alone.,
Through night, an incessant groan.
All that's left, is love in my heart,
For loved one's, as life I depart.
Hazy thoughts, come to the fore,
Dead, forgotten, alive no more.
Memories fading, through tearful eyes,
Trying to remember, amid dying cries.
Alone on a battlefield, for life I fight,
A soldier fallen, taken this night,
Taking my leave, a greater duty calls,
Before my eyes, another soldier falls.
Looking down, on fields of poppy red,
Each one a comrade, soldiers dead,
Never forget, those souls so brave.
For you alone, their life they gave.
Robert Lewis
.
i have always loved poems but i have never written one..... i don't know if this is any good and it may not be quite right!
daughter
you came from within me,
a shinning light of pleasure,
a smile to my face each day,
such joy watching you grow.
lighting struck one day in march,
as shadow's came down on our world,
a tight hold came over my heart,
our world was coming to an end.
but your brightness came through,
while you waited for the light,
to show me the way through,
to remember you forever in my heart.
my daughter's favourite.........which i am sure is most kids
please mrs butler
I meet thy pensive, moonlight face;
Thy thrilling voice i hear;
And former hours and scenes retrace,
Too fleeting, and too dear!
Then sighs and tears flow fast and free,
Though none is nigh to share;
And life has nought beside for me
So sweet as this dispair.
There are crushed hearts that will not break;
And mine, me thinks, is one;
Or thus I should not weep and wake,
And thou to slumber gone.
I little thought it thus could be
In days more sad and fair-
That earth could have a place for me,
And thou no longer there.
Yet death cannot our hearts divide,
Or make thee less my own;
'Twere sweeter sleeping at thy side
Than watching here alone.
yet never, never can we part,
While memory holds her reign;
Thine, thine is still this withering heart,
Till we shall meet again.
will miss you forever louie
:cry: :cry: :cry:
In Loving Memory
Thanks for all you've done,
I've missed you for so long,
I can't believe you're gone.
You still live in me,
I feel you in the wind,
You guide me constantly.
I never knew what it was to be alone, no,
'Cause you were always there for me,
You were always there waiting.
But now I come home and I miss your face so,
Smiling down on me,
I close my eyes to see.
And I know you're a part of me,
And its your song that sets me free.
I sing it while I feel I can't hold on,
I sing tonight, 'cause it comforts me
I carry things that remind me of you,
In loving memory of the one that was so true.
You were as kind as you could be,
And even though you're gone,
You still mean the world to me.
I never knew what it was to be alone, no,
'Cause you were always there for me,
You were always there waiting.
Now I come home and its not the same, no,
Feels empty and alone, I can't believe you're gone.
And I know you're a part of me,
And its your song that sets me free.
I sing it while I feel I can't hold on,
I sing tonight 'cause it comforts me.
I'm glad we set you free from sorrow,
I'll still love you more tomorrow,
And you'll be here with me still.
And all you did you did with feeling,
And you always found the meaning,
And you always will.
And I know you're a part of me,
And its your song that sets me free.
I sing it while I feel I can't hold on,
I sing tonight 'cause it comforts me.
By Alter Bridge
For Tig, you will be sorely missed.