Poetry and Creative Writing for All

Sandra Larkins

This is Sandra (Pettry) Larkins I want thank you for taking out the time to read poetry. I am like many authors; I pour my heart into my writing. My writing goal is to tug at the heart of others just a little. If I give my reader something to think about then I have accomplished my lifetime goal. Writing is a pleasure and a joy that I will always cherish in my life. My inspiration comes from family, friends and the Lord.
I have written articles for newspapers. My column was called Neighbors and Friends.I write things for the public for special or personal occasions in their life.
Nature is a personal love of mine. I find beauty in everything natural.
There is always a positive in a negative. When things happen there is a reason, we just might not understand it at the time.
My parents is MR.and Mrs.Arnold Pettry from Perry, Iowa. I am the oldest of six girls.Born and raised in Perry,Iowa;my family roots are the Long and Pettry families in West Virgina.
I am married; we have four wonderful children that I am so proud of. I am also a grandmother of two, a granddaughter and grandson. Children are the light of the worldThere is no greatest gift in the world then family.
Here are some of my writing awards;
National Library of Poetry-Poet of the year award in 1984,87,88,93,95,98
World of Poetry-Golden Poet Award in 1986
World of Poetry-Editor's Choice Award IN 1993,1994
National Library of Poetry-outstanding Achievement Award in 2005,2006

If you wish to contact me you can email at www.writer4expression@yahoo.com

Here are the following poems,(5 poems)

APART

Dear Mommy,

Hush mommy don’t whimper a sound.
In your heart I can be found.
They took you away from me I don’t know why.
Be brave mommy don’t cry.
It will always be see you latter but never goodbye.
They call this home the days are long.
You are my home with you I belong.
Keep wishing on stars because you love me I am not far.
Mommy rests now close your eyes and dream.
Remember all the things we did we still are a team.
Mommy you miss me
things will be better you will see.
I keep your picture in my backpack.
I keep you with me so I can talk and sleep with you when the night is black.
Mommy don’t shed a tear.
We may be together next a year!
Mommy you told me rainbows are from God
full of colors for hope and wishes not to sob.
I will find one so our wish to be together it will be.
Mommy I remember your smile and please don’t forget me!
Mommy being apart hurts my heart.
With my colors I drew a rainbow and a kiss for you it’s my picture art.

I love you I am waiting for you.
Maybe tomorrow you will come and get me.
Mommy I know someday we will be together again you will see.

Love your Child.

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TRAPPED

Never meant for this to happen
to be sealed and presently fasten.
I hear others around me talking
hardly can I see objects or people walking.
Laying in bed as if it was a cocoon
people say this is home this one room.
Can’t move my own body parts
only hear the sounds of people and carts.
The world is going on outside my door
hear only about people’s lives as they walk across the floor.
Trapped inside my body like a shell
even though on the outside and the inside I can feel.
Speaking I can not only sounds
only within my mind I am bound.
Food shoved or crammed in my mouth but I’m feed at meals
treated as if I have no mind there’s no big deal.
Years now have slipped away
still I only have my thoughts day by day.
People have nothing to say
for I am only a body and a job each in everyday.
A wish I could be in your shoes
the days wouldn’t be so blue
If it was only you
there would be plenty of things I would do.
I would sit and talk by your bedside
let you know about the weather the world on the outside.
Share moments of laughter and tears
so your life wouldn’t be empty through the years.
But that’s not going to happen
I am sealed and presently fastened.
I have only myself
to you I am like an object on a shelf.

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BOOK OF LIFE

Life’s everyday changes build chapters
Through past of tears and laughter
Past is history to be read
Present is creation of what is to be said
Future is fiction full of dreams
For we are bind by our choices as it seems.
We are authors of our own book by choices made
Words are written each and everyday.
Value of the book of life is priceless
Full of love and adventures a learning mess.
Book of life is held within your heart.
Memories are displayed as art.
As pages are read they are pressed 
into the next generation to continue the rest.
Book of life’s pages can never be torn
for they are the spirit of the reborn.

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JUST CALL ME ABUSE

My name is abuse that is all I need to say
But just for your sake I will go on anyway.
I take pride in putting people in financial bind.
My favorite thing to do is to work on your mind.
I will destroy all you can be and make you believe that you deserve me.
After awhile you have no self-esteem left all you can comprehendAre only the thoughts of suicide and death?
There is another part of me the physical side.
This something I have to be very cleaver on for this is very hard to hide.
I will take you from drinking soda out of mugs.
To entertainment by sniffing and using all hard-core drugs
I will take a beautiful woman and turn her into a punching bag.
When I am finished she will look like an old washed up hag.
Yes I can do all of this and yes I do mean to brag
I will turn faces all black and blue.
Oh look out I am going to get you too.
Oh no I’m not finished yet.
I can destroy your emotions too do you want to make a bet
I will take a confident man and turn him into a child playing in the sand.
The most pleasure I get is to destroy relationships, they no longer were a wedding band.
When I am finished with you nothing will ever be the same.
You will always be keeping your guard up always being in shame.
I will take all your family love
Then turn it into hate to shove.
I love to destroy remember my name is abuse.
What form of pleasure do you want me to use?

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ECHOES FROM THE GRAVE

Some one out there please help me.
This is not real for I am only sixteen this can’t be.
The nightmare began on a beautiful summer day.
I pleaded and begged until I got my way.
A white lie was told.

Helping friends move a truck to unload.
They gave me the ground rules.
I walked away thinking they were the fools.
Riding around in the car as a passenger feeling so proud.
We were all talking, laughing and the music playing so loud.
Some of us were smoking and drinking just a few.
Everyone started acting goofy as teenagers do.
All of once the crash happened before we knew.
There were screams heard, people and objects flew.
Everything is dark I can’t see.
No matter how hard I try, I can’t breathe
Their words echoes, the doctors said I died.
My loved ones I heard them all cry.
It was just a little white lie, to have a little bit of fun you know.
Everything is pitch black, where did everyone go?
Please I beg of you help me make this nightmare end.
Forgive me it was a lie to spend time with friends.
Wait, wait don’t leave me.
I am not dead; I am only sixteen this can’t be.

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Submission Guidelines: Poems of no more than 30 lines in length each will be considered.