Child poetry
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I was to be born yesterday / but my mother didn’t want me, / so, she went to see an M.D. / and two other ‘doctors’ she had to see. / They helped her get rid of me, / these upstanding men with their ‘P.H.D.’s’. Now I won’t be able to grow up to be / an outstanding member of the community / nor help to conquer a rare disease / or grow old with friends to surround me. Never to write a line of poetry / or dance and live and love, you see / I’ve never had a chance to be, / because mother didn’t want me. © amari / ___ Job 31:18: (For from my youth he was brought up with me, as with a father, and I have guided her from my mother’s womb;) Ps 22:10: I was cast upon thee from the womb: thou art my God from my mother’s belly. Ps 127:3: Lo, children are an heritage of the LORD: and the fruit of the womb is his reward. Isa 44:2: Thus saith the LORD that made thee, and formed thee from the womb, Isa 44:24: Thus saith the LORD, thy redeemer, and he that formed thee from the womb, I am the LORD that maketh all things; that stretcheth forth the heavens alone; that spreadeth abroad the earth by myself; Isa 49:15: Can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb? yea, they may forget, yet will I not forget thee. Jer 1:5: Before I formed thee in the belly I knew thee; and before thou camest forth out of the womb I sanctified thee, and I ordained thee a prophet unto the nations. / ________ “The moral test of any society is how it treats its weakest members.” ”...how it treats its weakest members” (according to the internet it was Ghandi, Churchill, Truman, etc, etc, etc.) Words like those of Mahatma Ghandi who said, “A nation’s greatness is measured by how it treats its weakest members.” / Churchill said that you measure the degree of civilisation of a society by how it treats its weakest members. Truman said a society will be judged by how it treats its weakest members. “Any society, any nation, is judged on the basis of how it treats its weakest members—the last, the least, the littlest.” ~Cardinal Roger Mahony, In a 1998 letter, Creating a Culture of Life It is said that the worth of society can be measured by the manner in which it treats its weakest member. “The greatness of any city can be judged by the way it treats its weakest member.” You can judge the character and quality of life in a community by how it treats its weakest members It is said that a civilization is measured by how it treats its weakest members – including, of course, it children. The greatness of America is in how it treats its weakest members: the elderly, the infirm, the handicapped, the underprivileged, the unborn. ~Bill Federer “A society will be judged on the basis of how it treats its weakest members and among the most vulnerable are surely the unborn and the dying,” ~Pope John Paul II If one considers the observation that the worth and dignity of a civilization is judged by the way it the treats its weakest members, we cannot help but look back in shame at our past. ~Social Justice Yesterday – Today – Tomorrow, A Critical Reflection, By Rudolf Rickes I created this image with a series of actions. First I took a drawing I did of the infant’s hand in the man’s hand and softened it using Adobe Photoshop 3 smudged tool. Next, I used Photoshop CS3 to merge that image with a photo of an infant’s face which you can see if you look behind the planet..it shows up in the sky. Following that, I modified the colors of that image, inversed it and added it to an image I had created using Apophysis fractal art – using the ‘difference’ mode. Then I merged those images. Next, I modified the colors of the hands and overlayed them onto the merged image to enhance and modify the final colors. Done. / ________ I would like to share a beautiful poem with you written by the extremely talented “Amber Elizabeth.” Amber was inspired by this work of art to write this wonderful work of poetry called Fine woven Thread Images Do Not Belong To The Public Domain. All images and writings are the copyright of the artist – © amari, amarica. All Rights Reserved. Copying, altering, displaying, distributing and/or selling any image without prior written consent from the artist is strictly prohibited and subject to any and all legal remedies.
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IT WAS A REAL LOVE SONG / I HEARD HIM SING TO ME. / IT WAS THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT… / HIS VOICE SAID, “COME AND SEE.” “I HAVE PREPARED A PLACE / WHERE YOU WILL DWELL WITH ME.” / I HEARD HIS GENTLE VOICE / SAY TO ME SO QUIETLY. IT WAS THE SWEETEST SONG / ANYONE COULD EVER SING. / HE SAID, “I HAVE CHOSEN YOU / TO BE WITH ME ETERNALLY.” “I WILL BE YOUR GROOM,” / HIS SWEET VOICE SAID TO ME, / “YOU WILL BE MY BRIDE, / AND ALWAYS BE WITH ME.” IT WAS A REAL LOVE SONG, / MY SAVIOUR SANG TO ME. / HE SANG THESE SWEETEST OF WORDS, / I’LL TAKE YOU HOME WITH ME.” Lu 18:16 ”...Jesus called them unto him, and said, Suffer little children to come unto me, and forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom of God.” / Lu 18:17 “Verily I say unto you, Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child shall in no wise enter therein.” I found and photographed this beautiful sculpture at the wonderful Huntington Library Gardens in Southern California just outside Los Angeles. Images Do Not Belong To The Public Domain. All images and writings are the copyright of the artist – © amari, amarica. All Rights Reserved. Copying, altering, displaying, distributing and/or selling any image without prior written consent from the artist is strictly prohibited and subject to any and all legal remedies. !http://images-2.redbubble.net/img/art/framecolor:black/framestyle:flat30/mattecolor:black/product:framed-print/size:small/view:preview/1017237-2-the-love-song.jpg
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A Child's Treasure
by jcmontgomeryO child so sweet and fair of mind / whose soul is yet unhurried, / listen to my rhyming words / let not your heart be worried.
Inspired by part of a Lewis Carroll poem found in Through The Looking Glass Child of the pure unclouded brow / And dreaming eyes of wonder! / Though time be fleet, and I and thou / Are half a life asunder, / Thy loving smile will surely hail / The love-gift of a fairy tale.
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A Mother’s Love I never knew how much God loved me / until I held you in my arms. / How much I would go through / to keep you safe from harm. I never knew how much I could forget pain, / until I saw your tiny face. / It made the hours of childbirth / something I would count for gain. I never understood the sacrifice it takes / to give it all for someone else. / How much God must have suffered / when He gave everything of Himself. But dear one I know now / as I gaze into your eyes. / For you my child, I would not hesitate / to give up my very life. I thank God for you my precious bundle / whom He has given me now to hold. / And some day I will present you to Him / when His arms will enfold us both. I promise you to love you and / guide you in your ways. / And no matter what you do my child / I will cherish you now and always. Thank you Lord. Digitally mastered with PS Fractalius, Micrografx and hdr. Images Do Not Belong To The Public Domain. All images and writings are the copyright of the artist – © amari, amarica. All Rights Reserved. Copying, altering, displaying, distributing and/or selling any image without prior written consent from the artist is strictly prohibited and subject to any and all legal remedies.
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Border Control
by JenniferBNSFW
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What lengths must we go to?
by JenniferBWhat lengths do we go to / to validate our existence / and immortalise ourselves?
This once is screaming out for me to do an image of it… / Sigh… Yet another unfinished project. xox
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“Come and see me someone, / I am all alone. / The day is passing slowly / while I wait here for someone. / I have to curb my energy / until the rain is gone. / There is sun above the clouds / and I watch / and wait here for someone.” © amari / ___ Here comes that rainy day feeling again. To be young and cooped up in the house on a rainy day can seem like an eternity waiting for the sun to come out. That is how I felt when I found myself stuck indoors on a rainy day. It was a rainy day and I was bored. I set my camera up in front of the TV and put on special filters and caught this shot at just the right moment. Her eyes told the story. Images Do Not Belong To The Public Domain. All images and writings are the copyright of the artist – © amari, amarica. All Rights Reserved. Copying, altering, displaying, distributing and/or selling any image without prior written consent from the artist is strictly prohibited and subject to any and all legal remedies.
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Growing up in poverty, / we struggled thru each day. / picking cotton, picking peaches, / picking prunes to pay our way. Feeling sorry for myself one day, / my mother overheard me complain. / “Stop,” she said, “and think / how lucky you are to live another day.” “Give thanks to God you’re healthy, / and all your limbs remain / unbroken and you’re not only beautiful / but you have a brain.” Keeping my muttering to myself, / I thought, “That’s easy for you to say. / but what good is being healthy? / and picking cotton doesn’t take a brain.” I’d heard about starving children in China / every time we ate. / But beans and potatoes were boring / when tha’ts the only thing on your plate. Then, one night when work was over / and it was very, very late, / I heard a muffled sobbing / and I turned to look that way. Thru the moonlight in the window / I saw my mother and heard her say, / “Thank you for my children / and carrying me thru this day.” I lay there quietly watching / and listening to her pray. / “Please don’t think I’m complaining, / this prayer is for my children,” she said. “They haven’t had the chance to see / your loving special grace / because they’re too young to look for / and recognize your face.” “So, I’m asking you to bless them / and help them rise above this place. / Yes, Lord they are healthy / and, for that, I give you thanks.” “But they mean more than life to me, / so won’t you help them and guide their steps away. / Though I’d love to keep them by my side, / I’ll give that up if they can just escape.” Her prayer went on for awhile / and tears ran down my face / as I listened to her pour her heart out / for God’s abiding grace. amari Image created with Photoshop CS3, Apophysis Fractal art, and Micrografx utilizing photo images and fractal art layers. / ___ Images Do Not Belong To The Public Domain. All images and writings are the copyright of the artist – © amari, amarica. All Rights Reserved. Copying, altering, displaying, distributing and/or selling any image without prior written consent from the artist is strictly prohibited and subject to any and all legal remedies.
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She could be your sister, your mother or your daughter. / For whatever reason, she puts her life on the line every day / just to make it through the night and see another morning. She is not a hero and does not even claim to be. / For reasons known only to her, she has somehow lost her way / as she stands in the light of street lamp from dusk until the dawning. She was once a little girl born with big eyes and rosebud lips. / For her something went wrong and only she can say / why she left her home and ended up here as fodder for men’s pawing. She may have been molested by a family member or a friend. / For she trusted in this person who caused her to have to run away / into the night and into a life of mere existence her spirit draining. She may not have chosen this life, it might have been chosen for her. / For she may have been shopping somewhere with someone one day / and been carried away by abductors while everyone ignored her screaming. She could have been anything her heart desired if she had had a chance. / For her that never happened and for that mischance she will ever have to pay / by selling herself for an hour or more to whomever she finds willing. She is the lost child, the one you look down on when you pass her on the street. / For she may be one to fear or maybe not when you pass her on the way / but maybe you can say a prayer for her that she may make it ‘til the morning. She might be the one to escape from a dead soul and horrible destiny. / For this child might be touched by The Master’s hand in some way, / a forgiven soul, one who’s spirit The Saviour is calling. / ______ There is nothing glamourous about this lifestyle. The intent here is not to glorify this lifestyle, but to raise public awareness so that we may be able to protect our women from abduction, abuse or whatever it is that causes them to end up here…as the lost child. / _______ / Violence against female prostitutes: Female prostitutes are at risk of violent crime, as well as possibly at higher risk of occupational mortality than any other group of women ever studied. For example, the homicide rate for female prostitutes was estimated to be 204 per 100,000 (Potterat et al, 2004), which is considerably higher than that for the next riskiest occupations in the United States during a similar period (4 per 100,000 for female liquor store workers and 29 per 100,000 for male taxicab drivers) (Castillo et al., 1994). However, there are substantial differences in rates of victimization between street prostitutes and indoor prostitutes who work as escorts, call girls, or in brothels and massage parlors (Weitzer 2000, 2005). Perpetrators include violent clients, pimps, and corrupt law-enforcement officers. Prostitutes (particularly those engaging in street prostitution are also sometimes the targets of serial killers, who may consider them easy targets, or use the religious and social stigma associated with prostitutes as justification for their murder. Being criminals in most jurisdictions, prostitutes are less likely than the law-abiding to be looked for by police if they disappear, making them favored targets of predators. Human trafficking and sexual slavery: It has been suggested that human trafficking is the fastest growing form of modern day slavery and is the third largest and fastest growing criminal industry in the world. Due to the illegal and underground nature of sex trafficking, the exact extent of women and children forced into prostitution is unknown. Children are sold into the global sex trade every year. Often they are kidnapped or orphaned, and sometimes they are actually sold by their own families. According to the International Labour Organization, the problem is especially alarming in Thailand, the Philippines, Sri Lanka, Vietnam, Cambodia, Nepal and India. Poverty, social exclusion and war are at the heart of human trafficking. Some women are hoodwinked into believing promises of a better life, sometimes by people who are known and trusted to them. Traffickers may own legitimate travel agencies, modeling agencies and employment offices in order to gain women’s trust. Others are simply kidnapped. Once overseas it is common for their passport to be confiscated by the trafficker and to be warned of the consequences should they attempt to escape, including beatings, rape, threats of violence against their family and death threats. It is common, particularly in Eastern Europe, that should they manage to return to their families they will only be trafficked once again. From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia PS Fractalius, Digital, Micrografx and Photomatrix HDR enhanced. Images Do Not Belong To The Public Domain.All images and writings are the copyright of the artist – © amari, amarica. All Rights Reserved. Copying, altering, displaying, distributing and/or selling any image without prior written consent from the artist is strictly prohibited and subject to any and all legal remedies.
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A little girl walking in the snow waiting for the warmth of Spring to come. I used Micrografx to achieve the finished image in this work. Images Do Not Belong To The Public Domain. All images and writings are the copyright of the artist – © amari, amarica. All Rights Reserved. Copying, altering, displaying, distributing and/or selling any image without prior written consent from the artist is strictly prohibited and subject to any and all legal remedies.
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This is an etching of a young child’s view using symbolic images of doors, a key and rats on the stairway to express her perception of a time and place. The drawing of the child’s face is not finished and much of the meaning of this drawing is reflected in her eyes. How do you interpret what she sees and feels and what the symbols in this drawing represent? This details of this drawing are best viewed in the larger format. Thanks to Sally Omar for pairing her eloquent poem with / “A Child”s View.” / So many questions..no answers yet / Times limitations..have not been set / Questioning eyes..filled with doubt / Not knowing yet..what life is about / There are doors..where secrets lie / Cannot determine..just why / A key to a heart..she is not really sure / Perhaps the key..is to a door / A door that will take her..to a different place / Where she will be grown..with a made-up face / Rats running past..or are they toys / Or do the rats..repesent little boys / The stairway goes up.. to another time / Will she be seven..or twenty-nine / A cloak covering life..she just can’t see / That’s because..she’s only three / So many questions..a life just begun / She should just play now..and have fun /
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Please visit: http://www.philadelphia33.org/ Deep in rural villages I come accross Many Children Like Mary. She is disabled by Rickets, a disease that is caused by lack of Vitamin [D]. the village is in extreme poverty and cannot grow enough food, and what they do grow is not good quality. Mary’s upper and Lower limbs are bowed and twisted. She has lost most of her feelings in her hands. she has intestinial worms, and her natural imune system is almost down. She is in constant pain yet Mary can live a productive and happy life, with our help. If Mary was ypur Daughter, I am sure you would take her to the best Doctors, adn give her the best food, and care fore her. Yet Mary only has an old grandmother to care for her. Her grandmother is weak and also unable to do basic things. Please help us to Help mary and the many like her. You can be part of her life and those like her. Please visit our Charity website today, where you can see Mary and others on Video. http://www.philadelphia33.org/
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One Tree
by Wendy SleeOne tree, one solitary life, / One silhouette reaching into the sky. / One lone and weary traveller, / One road, that passes them by.
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Unconditional
by jcmontgomerythere is a love for everyone / one that cannot be undone / no matter how, or when, or where / to know that someone’s always there
There is nothing like the love of a child for a pet. Thanks to Roy Barry for allowing me to use his work titled Togetherness
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Something to do with decisive indecision…
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Today i got two more surprises!!! Firstly my new dear sweet bubble friend udonchow purchased my Hidden Treasure card from my ! and I thank you so much udonchow, i hope you will really like it very much! Secondly a dear old friend i used to play with when i was a young girl has reappeared into my life again through Facebook, her name is Priscilla (or Pris for short) and we both had fathers in the Police….we used to dance ourselves silly to Abba….lol….well, today Pris purchased Little Green Teapot long sleeved tee from my ....and i am really tickled pink!!!! Thank you Priscilla :D I hope you enjoy wearing it!!
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Breathe now for the last breath is gone
by C.C. ArshagraCome. We are all invited to laugh at Love’s funeral.
Inspired by Gigi! micmac and her piece “Torn…. somehow, with effortless tears she has inspired a poem, again. About Torn…. the art work that inspired this poem GiGi writes: This a double layer of bark and a portrait of my grandaughter Angelica. / size…2928×2346 / Birgitta choose the title…thanks again Birgitta I love it. / Before ,a long time ago , they use to capture the moment in paintings.When I did that layer I had the impression to had captured the beautiful face of my Angelica forever. / / - / A NOTE FROM THE POET: I thank you all for reading this poem! The moments you (may graciously choose to) take to comment truly matter. I am so grateful to those who favorite the work (especially because it a written work) May I ask you to PLEASE READ MORE THAN ONE POEM / See Journal section of my RB page here for a list of short poems / Words Count listed Please further note that there is a vast spectrum of subjects, issues, and levels of intensity. / / / / I am EXTREMELY GRATEFUL TO THOSE OF YOU WHO ADD MY WORKING RedBubble Site to YOUR WATCH LIST --I feel this is one of the highest complements of respect a visiting RedBubbler can give. This is not to under-estimate how riveted my humility feels with each comment. This expresses the reserve of your taste, and the future value of your time. / / - REMEMBER the VISIT The RedBubble Artists and their works of art here. Almost all of my writing are based on and or INSPIRED BY RedBubble Art and Artists. Let my know if any of the links to their sites are not functioning._ (Hot Links)
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Broken Child {An Inspiration}
by loloweThere’s a silence / That can speak your name. / No one listens / But you always wait / Searching. The darkness of your eyes / Hiding only …
I wrote this because I was so moved by this image. Broken Child
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