The depraved mind and heinous activities of a Pedophile exposed...

Having My Say

by Rose C Taylor

For all the Children. We are their guardians.

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The author was inspired to write ‘Poor Poppy and the Chocolate Man’ to help bring to the attention of all parents the realization that their children can become victims of a pedophile. At the same time she wishes to give the reader an insight into behind the scenes of the unknowing families, the law enforcement’s detectives’ efforts to help stamp out these ever increasing everyday heinous acts of behavior and the recognition for the introduction of harsher sentences.

The author also wishes to state that whilst the Australian Government has apologised to the stolen generation it is her heartfelt wish that through the pages of ‘Poor Poppy and the Chocolate Man’ a sincere apology will reach all of the children who have become victims of a pedophile.

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Listen

Listen to what the children are saying
We want to know Him
we want to learn about Him
We want to love Him
Listen to what the young are saying
We want to know Him
we want to need Him
We want to love Him
Listen to what the people are saying
We want to know Him
we want to understand Him
We want to love Him
Listen to what the Nations are saying
We want to know Him
we want to seek Him
We want to love Him
Lift up your hearts and you'll hear the world shouting
Listen Listen Listen
Open your hearts and you'll stamp out the doubting
Listen Listen Listen
Listen to what the world is saying - We Love Him

Rose C Taylor

Copyright ©2004 Rose C Taylor

 

I am a Miracle

And what am I. I am a man. Born of the womb
to live my span. To pace and step and dream and plan
to sweat and toil and lend a hand. To seek and find
and know and learn to laugh and cry and love and yearn.
To rise and fall and wince with pain to reach the top and fall
again and as I do I know somewhere that there is one who'll
share my fear and as I reach and take his hand I come to
know and understand I am a Miracle that's what I am.
For who but Man can reach the moon, explore the stars,
compose a tune, capture the mood of a setting sun,
give thanks to God when day is done.
This much I know and I can tell that through the years
time's taught me well. It's made me weak it's made
me strong, it's proved me right and found me wrong. It's
showed me Heaven and offered me Hell it's made me rage
and scream and yell. Yes I've played life's game as best I
can but through it all I never ran for win or lose I knew
somehow that He'd be there to sooth my brow and as I
reached and took his hand I came to know and understand
I am a Miracle that's what I am.

Rose C Taylor

Copyright ©2004 Rose C Taylor

 

Turning of Time

Yesterday I saw a baby born all cuddly and brand spanking new and as I held him I shed a tear for time was turning him into a child but I should not feel sad for I was once a baby too. Yesterday I watched a small child play with toy soldiers colored red, white and blue and as he played I shed a tear for time was turning him in to a youth but I should not feel sad for I was once a child too. Yesterday I saw a youth study his head bathed in sweat like dew and as he studied I shed a tear for time was turning him into a man but I should not feel sad for I was once a youth too. Yesterday I watched a young man climb reaching high to catch a star or two and as he climbed I shed a tear for time was turning him into an old man But I should not feel sad for I was once a young man too. Yesterday I heard an old man cry it's not surprising old men often do and as he cried I shed a tear for time had stopped turning on for him.     But now I do feel sad for time is running out on me too.

And what of you have you been there or is your time still to come? Alas my friend if you don't know then time can't beat your drum.

Rose C Taylor

Copyright ©2004 Rose C Taylor

 

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Copyright © 1999  [Rose C Taylor]. All rights reserved.
Revised: March 10, 2012 .

 


              

 

 

 

 

 

 

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