tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197834582009-07-14T17:41:04.783-07:00Whitedoves BlogA blog exploring recovering from childhood sexual abuse and providing information for other survivors and supporters of survivors. http://www.whitedovesnest.com Take the journey with me.....Whitedoves Nesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03445113284191634484noreply@blogger.comBlogger87125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19783458.post-50316482828727537852009-06-28T02:06:00.000-07:002009-06-28T02:08:26.159-07:00A bubbleA bubble<br />Floats<br />While the<br />Little girl<br />Inside cries<br /><br />Outstretched<br />She is alone<br />Within the bubble<br />Shiny rainbow pattern<br /><br />Glitter in the sunlight<br />The bubble pops<br />A new world<br />Lost in a circle<br /><br />And quietly she walks forward<br />Seeing the world<br />Without the bubble<br />And tests it for a while<br /><br />Dipping her feet in the water<br />Seeing the ducks and feathers<br />Experiencing the daylight<br />Seeing the moon<br /><br />And then after this.<br />Alone she is<br />She turns around and<br />Feels within her chest<br /><br />She retreats to her bubble<br />Floating<br />While the little girl<br />Inside cries<br /><br /><br /><br />Explaining it as best I can<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19783458-5031648282872753785?l=whitedovesnest.blogspot.com'/></div>Whitedoves Nesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03445113284191634484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19783458.post-48490529633187218622009-05-25T06:17:00.000-07:002009-05-25T06:24:12.388-07:00I can't write this poemI really can't write this poem<br />I have tried so many times<br />The white page here before me<br />Lay blank here with a poets crime<br /><br />I try to say it this way<br />I begin to change the words<br />I rub them out constantly<br />My thoughts are becoming disturbed<br /><br />I am trying to join the wording<br />I am beginning to get it right<br />It is making me feel wonderful<br />It is giving quite a fright<br /><br />You see I write these poems<br />Here hidden, very quickly indeed<br />But there is just one sentence<br />That has sent me to my knees<br /><br />I cannot say what is wanted<br />Even hidden with whats occurred<br />This poem; will never be understood<br />It will never be read or heard<br /><br />So every time I write it<br />It is not the truth indeed<br />I cannot just get it out<br />Even writing at full speed<br /><br />The poem here before me<br />That sentence that was taken back<br />Its making me quite angry<br />I wonder why it ran off track<br /><br />So here within this poem<br />I will whisper it to you<br />Just so you can ask the meaning<br />Of whats making me feel so utterly blue<br /><br />And when you finished reading<br />Please go back and read its words<br />For surely you will see<br />The horror that has occurred<br /><br />Part 2<br /><br />Did you go back and read the poem<br />It was hidden there quite indeed<br />I knew I would finally get it out<br />When I wrote it at full speed<br /><br />The last poems were about tea parties<br />They were about snowfalls and mirrors too<br />There were about rooms and waterfalls<br />And whispers of flowers and words from you<br /><br />I could not get it right<br />So I sat here and wrote away<br />For you see I dont know what to do<br />I did not know what to say<br /><br />So here this poem has taken six months<br />Of toil and utter pain<br />Of crying and not understanding<br />Of silence for someone elses gain<br /><br />I have screwed up all the pages<br />And thrown to the scrap paper bin<br />It would just not be right<br />A blank page, a poets greatest and biggest sin<br /><br />It time spent in agony<br />Its a note of silent dread<br />A deep within dwell<br />That sticks there within your head<br /><br />That sudden thought or meaning<br />That hidden image you want people to see<br />There written on the paper<br />Now out, instead of within me<br /><br />So there after all this pain<br />That time and search day after day<br />Thank God I have FINALLY said it<br />And that is all I have to say<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19783458-4849052963318721862?l=whitedovesnest.blogspot.com'/></div>Whitedoves Nesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03445113284191634484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19783458.post-91245369553039372112009-05-25T05:16:00.000-07:002009-05-25T05:19:12.262-07:00<div align="center">The Eternity Flower<br />A little boy, stands</div><div align="center">And hands a little girl</div><div align="center">A flower</div><div align="center">Ever so gently</div><div align="center">And whispers "It will be ok"</div><div align="center">And the little girl</div><div align="center">Stares at the flower</div><div align="center">Its petals purple</div><div align="center">It wont be ok</div><div align="center">She whispers</div><div align="center">My nightmares</div><div align="center">Dwell in the flower</div><div align="center">I will not take the flower</div><div align="center">"It will be ok"</div><div align="center">It is too scary </div><div align="center">She replies</div><div align="center">There are dreams</div><div align="center">I just dont want to be there</div><div align="center">Just don't want to see</div><div align="center">She looks at the boy</div><div align="center">"It will be ok"</div><div align="center">There are just too many</div><div align="center">To recall</div><div align="center">I cannot touch the flower</div><div align="center">I cannot see the time</div><div align="center">"It will be ok"</div><div align="center">And with this,</div><div align="center">She reaches out</div><div align="center">And with the tip</div><div align="center">Of her finger</div><div align="center">Touches its petals</div><div align="center">A light feather touch</div><div align="center">It blooms</div><div align="center">With rainbows</div><div align="center">A smile appears</div><div align="center">Its the Eternity Flower</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19783458-9124536955303937211?l=whitedovesnest.blogspot.com'/></div>Whitedoves Nesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03445113284191634484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19783458.post-80965054772392044452009-05-08T21:28:00.000-07:002009-05-08T21:31:34.515-07:00Today Nothing WorksA life full of Coco pops<br />And marbles that feel like rocks<br />That youngster time, my childhood slows<br />And today, it returns and glows<br /><br />And what if I shared with you,<br />A lifetime of sorrow, you never knew<br />And what if I were to say out loud<br />Something that everyone deems not proud<br /><br />And so I contemplate this today<br />I feel its rush, that horror way<br />And there it comes, that time again<br />And away I drift, lost back then<br /><br />So even to contemplate this today<br />Sends me drifting far away<br />And to return, I see again<br />I am always alone, way back then<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19783458-8096505477239204445?l=whitedovesnest.blogspot.com'/></div>Whitedoves Nesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03445113284191634484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19783458.post-2235712755539945612009-04-28T01:54:00.000-07:002009-04-28T01:58:42.340-07:00What is it likeI am wondering how I can convey<br />To you, the reader of this poem<br />Just what is it like<br />To live with a monster?<br /><br />I know I cannot achieve it<br />I know you will never know<br />I could sit here for years<br />And still you would only scratch the surface<br /><br />I could tell you of the eyes that I see<br />I could tell you of my nightmares<br />And I can tell you of my scarred soul<br />But you could never understand<br /><br />I could tell you how many years<br />What frightened me, and when<br />How I had to hide, what I had to do<br />And where I went to, but in the long run, you would never know<br /><br />I could tell you of the incidences I remember<br />And of the ones I dont<br />I could tell you of the nights I have sat in tears<br />And wished that it would just go away<br /><br />It is just that there is no one out there<br />That can help this little child<br />Understand why her daddy did this<br />And why I must now cry.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19783458-223571275553994561?l=whitedovesnest.blogspot.com'/></div>Whitedoves Nesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03445113284191634484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19783458.post-72258186140903394262009-03-17T20:06:00.000-07:002009-03-17T20:09:35.975-07:00HaloI wonder if you can cope; I wonder if you can see<br />I wonder if you know; this horror, deep within me<br />The shear amount of stories, listening to what I have heard<br />The understanding and the care, that has severely occurred<br /><br />I have heard everything, praying the story right<br />That yet another gives me; it all its glory and its fright<br />The images I can get, can see a day of a night clear<br />I wonder if they are crying, as they type throughout the years<br /><br />So many I have seen, I have lost count of them too<br />To the point, where I am lost, I don't know what to do;<br />And here is the surrounding, the streets within my head<br />You drive down them daily, the horror handed over to you instead<br /><br />Sometimes I have not bothered to return; for the person does not seem to care<br />What sort of person says these things; that I sat an hour to hear<br />And bringing back these memories, a word giving you pain<br />Reliving my childhood with you; sitting here again and again<br /><br />And dont think you can escape, for I dont know what to do<br />Because I feel deeply lost, and so will you alone too<br />So when you're about to drive, and turn down that empty street<br />Remember I have been living with it; more years than you to keep<br /><br />And I could not notice evil, I could not see it still<br />Because I was raised without peace; a child without will<br />And would a child know, clearly what to do<br />If she was driving alone, scared and with a monster too<br /><br />And so I am sorry, for the story you are about to hear<br />I have shed a thousand tears, living with this constant fear<br />And I thank you for listening, again I needed much care<br />Because it has gotten to me, the memories are just not there.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19783458-7225818614090339426?l=whitedovesnest.blogspot.com'/></div>Whitedoves Nesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03445113284191634484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19783458.post-18754852521458099402009-02-25T18:46:00.001-08:002009-02-25T18:47:24.884-08:00WaitingAnd you see it there, flash up on the screen<br />What are all these figures, just what do they mean<br />So many out of work, so many looking too<br />Surely you are lost, amid the struggle of workers too<br /><br />And there you sit, as you stare at the screen<br />Just when is it my time, do you know what I mean<br />And how many applications, just keeping this list<br />Not understanding why, that job that you missed<br /><br />And you see on the screen, yet another job gone<br />Hey, I applied for that one before, feeling so forlorn<br />Another rejection notice, another sorry, we will keep it on file<br />You just wondering now, is this really worthwhile?<br /><br />But I will let you in on a secret, a little hidden store<br />I have a little backup plan, to keep me on line and more<br />I have chosen a song, chosen that note<br />That will play in the background, will be turned up full bloat<br /><br />And finally when I get there, when I receive that single call<br />And my work has paid off, self esteem to the wall<br />I will turn up the volume and play it real loud.<br />And I will know how difficult it was, feeling ever so proud<br /><br />So to those reading, who know what I mean<br />Please chose your song, and play it full steam<br />And keep it in your mind, as you apply yet once more<br />That you’ll enjoy every moment, as that song plays full boar<br /><br /><br />Looking for work and relocation. It is hard at the moment with the economy. Hoping it fixes up soon.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19783458-1875485252145809940?l=whitedovesnest.blogspot.com'/></div>Whitedoves Nesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03445113284191634484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19783458.post-85346246458759155102009-02-06T00:25:00.000-08:002009-02-06T00:26:44.599-08:00Just how many tearsJust how many tears; do I have to cry<br />And just how many years; just have to pass me by<br />Just why did I not know; why did you not care<br />Why did you take my innocence; without me there<br /><br />And where did I disappear to; and where do I go<br />Just what am I left doing; only never will know<br />The pain and the misery; the screams and the yells<br />Surely this is the beginning; lifes living in this hell<br /><br />And why do I not know; love of a father dear<br />When so many others; know this through the years<br />When my nightmares are haunted; when I cannot write your name<br />I spent years dealing with it; causing myself such to blame<br /><br />And what am I left with; this hole in my heart<br />I will never know the love of a father; torn in two parts<br />And when will this end; when will this pain disappear<br />And I cry again now; shedding these tears<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19783458-8534624645875915510?l=whitedovesnest.blogspot.com'/></div>Whitedoves Nesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03445113284191634484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19783458.post-74114204190370197802008-11-26T18:12:00.000-08:002008-11-26T18:13:38.711-08:00This Palm TreeCan I join you by this palm tree<br />Can I rest a little while<br />You see my childhoods got the best of me<br />And I did just have a little cry<br /><br />Can you listen to me talk<br />And can you understand my fear<br />Can I just lean on your shoulder forever<br />Your breath so very near<br /><br />And then when you finished listening<br />Can I cry a while in your arms<br />Can I just release this agony<br />And gaze up at the lazy palm<br /><br />And then can you understand<br />I cannot tell you all<br />For the fear would just get the better of me<br />And the horror just make you fall<br /><br />I am a little girl injured<br />Though you cannot see its me<br />I just lost my childhood forever<br />My soul is this palm tree<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19783458-7411420419037019780?l=whitedovesnest.blogspot.com'/></div>Whitedoves Nesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03445113284191634484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19783458.post-7119102006327674392008-11-03T14:49:00.001-08:002008-11-03T15:06:36.578-08:00Deep LoveWhat happens when you are deeply in love?<br />Inspired by Fall in Kentucky<br /><br />And there they stand, next to the gate<br />In full glory, only love not hate<br />Trees of yellow and one bright red<br />One so small; one gloriful; sun fed<br /><br />And these trees so different, the colour to see<br />Can we compare these trees; to you and me<br />And there they stand, next to the road<br />The sky bright blue; the red leaves on overload<br /><br />And the trees they cannot reach, rooted to the ground<br />A simple feather touch, when the breeze comes around<br />And they are so close, unable to feel<br />The warmth of their breath, or a kiss to seal.<br /><br />The yellow one tall, the red one short<br />Protecting each other; when they are overwrought<br />And when the snow comes, and the leaves fall to the ground<br />The innocence is felt, bare all around.<br /><br />And now they stand, near to the breeze<br />You see them there; standing at ease<br />And there they stay, an eternity in life<br />Protecting each other through trouble and strife.<br /><br />The love of each other, sturdy and strong<br />Never faltering, never right or wrong<br />And as you walk past, their love is seen<br />That awe you feel, the love glory sunbeam<br /><br />And we stand in the shade, forever is there<br />We see the trees; full sun bare<br />And we seal our kiss, forever apart<br />Because the trees cannot touch, forbidden love heart<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19783458-711910200632767439?l=whitedovesnest.blogspot.com'/></div>Whitedoves Nesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03445113284191634484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19783458.post-66613041213419201572008-09-24T18:47:00.000-07:002008-09-24T18:48:52.632-07:00Swan's TrustThe swan sits, and discovers the pain<br />Discovered her wings are clipped, once again<br />And she looks back, what did I do<br />To deserve the wings clipped; unknown to you<br /><br />And once we were together, but alone again<br />Wondering whatever happened; thoughts to back then<br />And there the swan sits, next to the sea<br />Feeling alone and shocked - why be me?<br /><br />And what do you do, when once you were free<br />Your wings clipped now; unable to be me<br />When you look at your feathers; and feel the disgust<br />The swan being there, but obviously no trust<br /><br />And she looks at the sky, remembering how to fly<br />And she looks down again; borrowed frown bye and bye<br />She will not ascend; she will never be free<br />And a silent tear drops; its just alone with me<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19783458-6661304121341920157?l=whitedovesnest.blogspot.com'/></div>Whitedoves Nesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03445113284191634484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19783458.post-71193347879489856302008-09-09T15:02:00.000-07:002008-09-09T15:18:38.338-07:00He does not love meThe little girl of ten; trapped and all alone<br />Wanders around the house; reaching for the silent phone<br />The tears they start to well; not knowing what to do<br />The thoughts; the scares; the horror; contact daily here with you<br /><br />And the tears they do trickle; she reaches to make that call<br />The blackened dial it sits; calling out on its fall<br />And she picks it up today; she takes it to her room<br />Looking all around; she hides; from the blackened doom.<br /><br />Slowly she draws the curtain; a red letter day it is for her<br />And she takes a silent breath; the horror again about to stir<br />And then she dials the care line; and whispers it to you<br />The horror and the nightmare; she trapped alone and frightened too<br /><br />And there in her bedroom; a little whisper here and there<br />And all you want to do; is cry and whisper you do care<br />And as she sits and tells you; the horror that is happening to her<br />She is alone in this world; your emotions begin to stir<br /><br />Listen to what he did to me; the years of horror and pain<br />The little girl she cries at you; "And its all happening again"<br />And the tears you can see them; on the phone that day<br />There is nothing you can do for her; the phone is where you stay<br /><br />And then silently you hear it; she is calling out to you<br />That little girls alone she sits; crying; whispering too<br />And then you see the damage; the damage this man did cause<br />You waiting for it; there is a silent pause<br /><br />And there she sits and cries; hiding in the darkened room<br />Alone with you on the telephone; she loses it too soon<br />And there is her ache; her darkened horror vex<br />Her soul is crying out to you; "HE DID NOT LOVE ME; ALL HE WANTED IS JUST SEX"<br /><br />And here the little girl loses it, the crying becomes too much<br />And you cannot live with it; you cannot hug and touch<br />And so you silently pray; that the girl finds her peace soon<br />And there you sit silently listening; to that little girl in her room<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19783458-7119334787948985630?l=whitedovesnest.blogspot.com'/></div>Whitedoves Nesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03445113284191634484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19783458.post-75546139737951028412008-08-13T23:57:00.000-07:002008-08-14T00:02:49.736-07:00The Mulberry Tree<table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"><tbody><tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"><td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off">A distant landscape, a little girl cries<br />A soft tear drop, land of lullabies<br />And here she ventures, black hair in light<br />A cusped teddy bear, mulberry tree of might<br /><br />She ventures tiptoeing; down the lane<br />A tunnel of forest, hurry back again<br />Her backpack, sturdy yellow of gold<br />The teddy bear her companion, tucked in her fold<br /><br />And silently she graces, trees whisper to her<br />Tucked safe and sound, she touches his fur<br />And as she nears, that mulberry tree in the field<br />She walks up to it, a smile she does yield<br /><br />And there she sits, beside the tree,<br />I cannot go back, because here is me<br />And she sits, there by its side<br />The darkness descends, sun showing its tide<br /><br />And what if love were the mulberry tree<br />The little girl sits there, at its knee<br />And recounts her story, silence forever gone<br />She lets go of anger, lets go of scorn<br /><br /> A moment of peace; a moment of distant grace<br />A silent smile, comes to her face<br />And she returns to life; mulberry tree left behind<br />Her memory reminds her; love is a find.<br /><br /><br />Written for and inspired by Haullie Free<br /><a href="http://www.voicesofstrength.org/">www.voicesofstrength.org</a> - for the pictures of the tree.<br /><br /><br />I ran away to an area trying to escape......but had to return to the abuse... this poem recounts this time<br /></td></tr><tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"><td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"><div id="hotbar_promo"></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19783458-7554613973795102841?l=whitedovesnest.blogspot.com'/></div>Whitedoves Nesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03445113284191634484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19783458.post-13308912812904367192008-07-27T14:37:00.000-07:002008-07-27T14:39:37.489-07:00Hells GateA long winding alley, oranges trees of green<br />I see you standing there, know what I mean<br />And then you peer down, does a smile come too<br />I know it is the start, the abuse in you<br /><br />I know I remembered, the shame returns soon<br />And the orange tree stands there, flowers in bloom<br />And did it fascinate you to see, a little girl shy<br />Do you remember it now, a while past us by<br /><br />And we share that memory, can I take it away<br />Smash it into pieces, mirrors cutting for today<br />And when all was said and done, and you turned away<br />Did you know that the girl would remember, years from today<br /><br />I hope that you live your life, for hells where you will be<br />There will be your redemption, for doing this to me<br />And I have lived souls death, over and over in my mind<br />And releasing it now, my thoughts in a bind<br /><br />And so you see now, the little girl still writes<br />Still remembers silently, those long dark lonely nights<br />And may you remember me, as you fly to hells ground<br />And a smile rises up, for this is what you found.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19783458-1330891281290436719?l=whitedovesnest.blogspot.com'/></div>Whitedoves Nesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03445113284191634484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19783458.post-82916650998584584652008-07-18T14:34:00.002-07:002008-07-18T14:37:11.663-07:00True loveBrings a smile<br />It flutters forward<br />Like butterfly wings<br />Dancing in the sun<br /><br />A bubble, floating<br />From the sway of my shoulders<br />As I dance to the music<br />That I hear internally<br /><br />An internal hug<br />As I see the dawn of the day<br />A joyous happiness<br />Smiles raised upwards with tears in my eyes<br /><br />A change in my thoughts<br />A smile of surprise<br />Anger above and beyond<br />Thrilled to be alive<br /><br />A red sports car<br />Running on full tilt<br />I look in the mirror<br />And my smile, smiles back<br /><br />My face lights up<br />I laugh and continue on<br />And my wish is that<br />You find true love too<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19783458-8291665099858458465?l=whitedovesnest.blogspot.com'/></div>Whitedoves Nesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03445113284191634484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19783458.post-78757512768869084742008-06-28T00:48:00.000-07:002008-06-28T00:51:29.760-07:00Love inside of me<div align="center"><br />i cannot exist, i cannot be</div><div align="center">without your love inside of me</div><div align="center">and i whisper now, from that place inside</div><div align="center">i call i wonder can i hide?</div><div align="center"><br />and did you hear me, when i called your name</div><div align="center">i love you deeply, within a frame</div><div align="center">and when you were silent, did i whisper that word</div><div align="center">Did you hear me, did it go unheard </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center">So when I call, from my heart</div><div align="center">And you listen; we deeply part</div><div align="center">You have never been loved before</div><div align="center">Close your eyes, I can give much more<br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">So now you know, its within my mind</div><div align="center">This love together, is my bind</div><div align="center">And here is my hand; to clasp in grace</div><div align="center">My heart has found its rightful place</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19783458-7875751276886908474?l=whitedovesnest.blogspot.com'/></div>Whitedoves Nesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03445113284191634484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19783458.post-34772856644336115242008-06-15T14:13:00.000-07:002008-06-15T14:20:18.665-07:00<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t0hdaKkJU9A">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t0hdaKkJU9A</a><br /><br />Short Poetry Film<br /><br />A Time to Remember<br /><br />I am not sure I can; read another word<br />Listen to the call; going unheard<br />And dream another thought; as I fear that call<br />And here I shrink; curling into a ball<br /><br />The pain of those months; not knowing what to do<br />Not understanding the darkness; the thoughts of you<br />And that feeling of helplessness; praying to the lord<br />Oh let them be here; don’t take them onboard<br /><br />And living those dark nights; feeling the fear<br />The sobbing and crying; I cannot be near<br />And the aching inside, what do I do<br />The thousand teardrops; just for you<br /><br />What will I say; when I get the call<br />What do I do; will I let you fall<br />And as I dream; begging someone there<br />Just telling you over and over; I just do care<br /><br />And the agony of waiting; making that call<br />The anger that rises; the anger that falls<br />And making of lists and repeating them too<br />Of why I want you here; the life is in you<br /><br />Of sending you notes and making this speech<br />Of worrying to death; of making me reach<br />Those dark filled nights; jumped at the phone<br />If only I knew; I had guessed by the tone<br /><br />And I knew just when; I knew I was late<br />I figured it out; just feeling that hate<br />The anger; uncontrollable; the scare at my door<br />The tumbling of agony; falling to the floor<br /><br />And when someone comes to you; their life in your hand<br />It is hard to comprehend; it is hard to understand<br />The call that I made; can I continue on<br />Giving them advice; feeling so gone<br /><br />And then later they say thank you; the pain I went through<br />Remembering back; the fright that I knew<br />Of not knowing; of feeling lost; so unaware<br />The darkness seeps within me; the feeling of care<br /><br />And what keeps you going; what remains there that day<br />Of thinking back; being too and fray<br />That feeling of togetherness; the loss so unreal<br />Of not having you here; the loss I can feel<br /><br />I see you there now; standing aloft<br />The time that is passed; crying so soft<br />I remember back then; the fear rises so fast<br />I hope this time of quiet; does but last<br /><br />So I take a deep breath; the feeling has past<br />The scare that I knew; hoping you would last<br />And the growth that it gave me; I am different I know<br />A year has past now; we feel calmness and grow<br /><br />August 11 2007 5.07am<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19783458-3477285664433611524?l=whitedovesnest.blogspot.com'/></div>Whitedoves Nesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03445113284191634484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19783458.post-28993167406396208422008-06-14T14:53:00.000-07:002008-06-14T14:56:30.510-07:00DragonsDo Dragons Breathe Fire?<br /><br />And here it is; fire in its breath<br />The venom coming out; that sudden death<br />A pointy tail; that dimwitted sound<br />Sharp claws; hidden all around<br /><br />One look; and it frightens away<br />It's fire breath; coming into prey<br />The curled tail; spikey thorns of hate<br />The fire it breaths; running you late<br /><br />But yet today; lets just stand back<br />Its only a picture; your thoughts overlap<br />And what if it were nothing; would it go away<br />I think it would; suddenly as today<br /><br />And so lets change it; lets turn it around<br />Lets find a picture; a cartoon frown<br />Its blowing smoke; its saying stupid words<br />It is nothing; its overturned<br /><br />Wobbly eyes it has; no breath in its wings<br />The colour is dulled; it does not sing<br />A hair of mess; was that picture of hate<br />It was overwrought; and scaring me of late<br /><br />So here in this poem; its taken to know<br />Now whats left; is a cartoon show<br />Its only an image; that dragon tail<br />I see it now; its lost and frail<br /><br />For you see; the images are the same<br />Its only me; seeing its game<br />And side by side; the images are there<br />And I push it aside; without a care<br /><br />Firey Dragon<br /><br />Lets ask around; the village is bad<br />It is terrorised; the dragon mad<br />It walks in; the villagers run<br />And scurry around; lifes not fun<br /><br />You dont know the dragon; the village is lost<br />The dragon breathes fire; at all cost<br />It is overwrought; making the villagers hate<br />Its tearing down houses; it is singing irate<br /><br />The villagers stand around; what do we do<br />They talk of the monster; I talk too<br />They ask the village over; protected and fine<br />What did you do; they give you a line<br /><br />So you wait and wonder; nothing is done<br />The village is nearly lost; roofs are undone<br />So you take your sword; not knowing what to do<br />And you stand up; pointy sword for two<br /><br />And the villages they watch; stand back amazed<br />They could not do that; they look in a daze<br />But here is the village; you say with your heart<br />We have to protect it; just a start<br /><br />And here the village learnt; you cannot hide away<br />Protect the village; we are here to stay<br />And here is our sword; our words filled with power<br />It is our time; finally our finest hour<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19783458-2899316740639620842?l=whitedovesnest.blogspot.com'/></div>Whitedoves Nesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03445113284191634484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19783458.post-9544781793502188892008-06-12T23:39:00.000-07:002008-06-12T23:42:04.909-07:00Souls do Speak; What art doesAnd what did I learn; what did I see<br />Arts taken a year; inside of me<br />A false start; not knowing what to do<br />Within my heart; still thoughts for two<br /><br />Arts made with anger, its made with fear<br />Its made with love; wishing so near<br />A heart is hidden; a thought is there<br />Its still not over; wishing I was there<br /><br />The purple haze; background of white<br />A dash of black; lost my mind with fright<br />Hidden messages abound; within its walls<br />And here Art is; my tears being to fall<br /><br />And look within; the pieces I chose<br />The last two sit here; within it knows<br />A five ringed circus; worry me late<br />Will you guess it; will you hate<br /><br />And today; as I had a thought<br />Did it make me wonder; feel overwrought<br />I have basically figured; you feel the same<br />And here we both play; that hiding game<br /><br />So as you look; within this heart<br />There is a message; filled with art<br />The last piece I did; begin to set<br />Can I ask; can I get?<br /><br />So stand back; and be amazed<br />For within the art; messages ablaze<br />And as you see it; your eyes do seek<br />Within this piece; souls do speak<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19783458-954478179350218889?l=whitedovesnest.blogspot.com'/></div>Whitedoves Nesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03445113284191634484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19783458.post-24147408062985200002008-06-02T22:04:00.001-07:002008-06-02T22:05:26.960-07:00A love heart in my soul<span>And deep down where the wind blows</span><br /><span>And silent raindrops fall and goes</span><br /><span>Within my soul; I paint a scene</span><br /><span>I draw so silently; what does it mean</span><br /><span><br />And here where it is safe and warm<br />And above the clouds; swing and swarm<br />And the palms; safe inside<br />Is a place where; we can hide<br /><br />The oceans beat, a smile so fine<br />I greet you here; that hidden line<br />And the sands grain; I feel so deep<br />And here we are; forever to keep<br /><br />And now; and your eyes begin to close<br />And I see; a whisper; silently to your toes<br />And look around; you will see it there<br />A love heart in my soul; to care</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19783458-2414740806298520000?l=whitedovesnest.blogspot.com'/></div>Whitedoves Nesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03445113284191634484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19783458.post-8757859213016623962008-05-23T17:21:00.000-07:002008-05-23T17:24:42.562-07:00The Wall of SilenceThere is a stare; over that wall<br />The silence broken; life begins to fall<br />A memory here; a thought just right<br />I remember it now; such a fright<br /><br />And the years of silence; the years to forget<br />The years of denial; living regret<br />A family that lives; a life with that pain<br />And they sit there in silence; forever refrain<br /><br />And how do they look; over that Christmas dinner tonight<br />Knowing a father; gave them such fright<br />And they sit there in silence; not saying a word<br />They sit there; like it was never heard<br /><br />And pass me a plate; your dinner tonight<br />And lets all forget; you grew up in fright<br />And here is the peas; and here is your word<br />Lets all forget it; go on undisturbed<br /><br />And so it is forgotten; the pain too hard to bare<br />That sitting across from you; a monster so fair<br />Silently sitting; awaiting his next prey<br />And it is all forgotten; the wall of silence this day<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19783458-875785921301662396?l=whitedovesnest.blogspot.com'/></div>Whitedoves Nesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03445113284191634484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19783458.post-31727579129471020302008-05-16T15:29:00.000-07:002008-05-16T15:34:45.446-07:00Marked My SoulI saw an image; a few moments a go<br />My soul was marked; forever I know<br />The humilation; the fear; the agony; the pain<br />I will never be able to tell; I refrain<br /><br />It cannot pass my lips tonight<br />I will live forever, in this horror and fright<br />It will haunt me throughout my days<br />What he watched; I hid it; 30 yrs to craze<br /><br />He looked, fences high; garrett to the gate<br />The anger the fear the rising hate<br />And when he should have yelled and screamed<br />What he saw, horror nightmare dreams<br /><br />And so tonight, when you read this poem<br />Know my soul is marked; for it is unknown<br />Buried deep you see; I cannot deal with the pain<br />You cannot see it now; inside it will remain<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19783458-3172757912947102030?l=whitedovesnest.blogspot.com'/></div>Whitedoves Nesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03445113284191634484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19783458.post-89938794341826708282008-04-21T01:38:00.000-07:002008-04-21T01:39:05.525-07:00BalloonsCorner of the room; that little white room<br />Stands a little girl; holding a balloon<br />She has a tear; she wears it well<br />She is silent; she cannot tell<br /><br />Sssh, listen; her quiet cry<br />I cannot understand; I bend down and try<br />The tears they drip; and fall down well<br />I listen closely; I cannot tell<br /><br />And in a whisper; I hold her palm<br />Trying to keep her; still and calm<br />She whispers silently; he made me cry<br />He violated me; he did but try<br /><br />And then I knew; what I had to do<br />I pulled out my pocket; and said just for you<br />A bag of balloons; as I held them there<br />Here it is; showing you I care<br /><br />And there she stood; silently in a daze<br />As surrounded by her; in a haze<br />A parade of balloons; all by her side<br />She no longer was silent; no longer had to hide.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19783458-8993879434182670828?l=whitedovesnest.blogspot.com'/></div>Whitedoves Nesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03445113284191634484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19783458.post-24852290294685975642008-03-20T14:31:00.000-07:002008-03-20T14:32:44.374-07:00Re-experiencingRe-experiencing<br /><br />What do I do<br />I am alone<br />He is in the hallway<br />I can hear his steps<br />Is that the door<br />It cant be<br />Oh no what do i do<br />Where can I go<br />There is the bed<br />I must hide<br />What will happen if he comes in<br />Where can i go<br />what am i doing here<br />Please dont let him find me<br />I cannot handle it if he finds me<br />Why do I have to live with this<br />What cruel god is there<br />I cannot see past my bed<br />Is that him coming in<br />Is that his footsteps<br />Please let them go the other way<br />I must be quiet<br />I must get under the bed better<br />I must be silent<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19783458-2485229029468597564?l=whitedovesnest.blogspot.com'/></div>Whitedoves Nesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03445113284191634484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19783458.post-54290437390045691842008-03-05T17:02:00.000-08:002008-03-05T17:04:43.679-08:00After the StormAnd five minutes ago, what did i see<br />Did I see those images, locked within me<br />And can I remember; can I forget<br />Am I getting prepared; I cannot remember yet<br /><br />And my thoughts are lost; my fright real<br />I spent another moment; I cannot feel<br />And years later now; the memories still there<br />Why did he just not leave me alone; did he not care?<br /><br />And today; another time lost to this<br />Another day unsupported; something amiss<br />And now as I calm down; and remember this storm<br />I say to myself; tommorow is yet a new dawn<br /><br /><br />Some days I cannot live with this......<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19783458-5429043739004569184?l=whitedovesnest.blogspot.com'/></div>Whitedoves Nesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03445113284191634484noreply@blogger.com0