tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33783068750024225992024-03-13T04:33:00.893-07:00Daily Dose PoetryDaily Dose Poetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687805826134062262noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378306875002422599.post-84075000118698331682011-03-16T09:38:00.001-07:002011-03-16T09:38:56.309-07:00Your Support is Needed!<a href="" name="b_a020d4503215012eb99d000d60d4c902"></a><object align="middle" data="https://giving.paypallabs.com/flash/badge.swf" height="350" id="badgea020d4503215012eb99d000d60d4c902" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="205"></P><p></P><p>
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I will be blogging about this as I go along so that others can understand what it’s like so that they won’t make the same mistakes I did. <br />
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PeaceDaily Dose Poetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687805826134062262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378306875002422599.post-22954653650372863032010-08-12T20:39:00.001-07:002010-08-12T20:39:51.295-07:00Like Father Like DaughterI been trying to build my daddy up<br />
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Since he first broke his back<br />
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When my mother broke his heart<br />
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Failed accomplishment broke his will<br />
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His mother’s secret broke his love<br />
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Five daughters enduring hardship<br />
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Broke his spirit<br />
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The wealth in his heart <br />
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His daughter admired<br />
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Priced it invaluable<br />
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More precious than jewels<br />
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The strength of his hands<br />
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Trust acquired<br />
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Ingenuity inspired<br />
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I been trying to build my daddy up<br />
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Since I first allowed you <br />
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To lay me on my back<br />
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After you broke my heart<br />
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As my failed accomplishments broke my will<br />
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Your secretes broke my love<br />
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One daughter with a broken spirit<br />
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The wealth of my heart<br />
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He admires<br />
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Priced it invaluable<br />
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More precious than jewels<br />
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The strength of my hands<br />
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Trust acquired<br />
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Ingenuity inspired<br />
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By Yolanda Poole-ClarkeDaily Dose Poetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687805826134062262noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378306875002422599.post-79744167514853288502010-08-08T16:53:00.000-07:002010-08-08T16:53:55.598-07:00Shooting Stars<span style="font-size: large;">What a crazy week I had. I am so grateful for happy endings, positive energy and feedback. I am certain that this will be a wonderful week especially being that I just published my first book onto Lulu.com. Yes, I am pleased. I also am finishing up my table of contents for one of my poetry manuscripts. Friends I have wrote more then I ever could have imagined and I also have used some of the same titles! So now I have stories without names and as you guessed it at this moment I don’t know what to call them. Sounds like just about right. ttyl...4 I have more to say~</span>Daily Dose Poetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687805826134062262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378306875002422599.post-23341694896461153792010-08-06T18:10:00.000-07:002010-08-06T18:41:55.472-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">Near Danger Deep</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">They call me deep</div><div style="text-align: center;">Five foot and a half on the surface</div><div style="text-align: center;">Twenty feet deep underneath</div><div style="text-align: center;">I studied long and strong to get where I am</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dropped out of high school</div><div style="text-align: center;">To get a head start on life</div><div style="text-align: center;">That nigga don’t know me</div><div style="text-align: center;">He don’t owe me nothing</div><div style="text-align: center;">Won’t give me anything</div><div style="text-align: center;">Forever want to be in my face</div><div style="text-align: center;">During examination</div><div style="text-align: center;">There is proof he’s not studying</div><div style="text-align: center;">So why is he here?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Does he like the way his ears fill</div><div style="text-align: center;">When the pressure of deep water sets in</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">Does he like almost running out of air</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">Holding his breath</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">I take a deep breath</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">Always aware</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">That the surface is near</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">By Yolanda Poole-Clarke 8/6/2010</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMT_yfNFjPo/TFy5q7tXZfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dcFiBrXztqU/s1600/PilingsRFBubbles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMT_yfNFjPo/TFy5q7tXZfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dcFiBrXztqU/s320/PilingsRFBubbles.jpg" /></a></div>Daily Dose Poetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687805826134062262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378306875002422599.post-65065690403220862672009-10-22T13:34:00.000-07:002010-08-06T18:29:29.142-07:00Somebody's Body<div align="center"><em><span style="color: #783f04;"><strong>We are all somebody,<br />
Venerable to the harsh winds<br />
Pretenders that we are immortal beings<br />
Know it alls<br />
Scientist, teachers, righteous Kings and Queens<br />
Immigrants of the heavens<br />
Founders of hell<br />
We are all Somebody<br />
Creators of greatness<br />
Destroyers of innocence<br />
Communicators of the deaf<br />
No one is listening<br />
If they are<br />
They don’t care to respond<br />
As they choose to remain in Wonderland<br />
We are all Somebody<br />
Babies, toddlers, adolescents, men and women<br />
Inhabitants of the lands<br />
Conquerors of nations<br />
Paul bearers of our souls<br />
Which way shall we go?<br />
Owls and eagles soaring above the roads<br />
Gazing down upon human gold<br />
We are all somebody<br />
Someone’s baby<br />
Son, daughter, mother, father, sister and brother<br />
Weeping and remorseful<br />
Unable to turn back time<br />
Longing, needing, screaming and dreaming<br />
Of one extra moment<br />
Willing to give anything<br />
To stall time, make it remain still<br />
T o love somebody once more<br />
We are all somebody’s<br />
Body<br />
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From the Aftermath 2009 By, Yolanda Poole Clarke</strong></span></em></div>Daily Dose Poetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687805826134062262noreply@blogger.com2