September 28, 2010

The Cry Of The Children

Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young heads against their mothers, And that cannot stop their tears. The young lambs are bleating in the meadows, The young birds are chirping in the nest, The young fawns are playing with the shadows, The young flowers are blowing toward the west— But the young, young children, O my brothers, They are weeping bitterly! They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of the free. Do you question the young children in their sorrow, Why their tears are falling so? The old man may weep for his tomorrow, Which is lost in Long Ago; The old tree is leafless in the forest, The old year is ending in the frost, The old wound, if stricken, is the sorest, The old hope is hardest to be lost: But the young, young children, O my brothers, Do you ask them why they stand Weeping sore before the bosoms of their mothers, In our happy Fatherland? They look up with their pale and sunken faces, And their looks are sad to see, For the man’s hoary anguish draws and presses Down the cheeks of infancy; “Your old earth,” they say, “is very dreary; Our young feet,” they say, “are very weak! Few paces have we taken, yet are weary— Our grave-rest is very far to seek. Ask the aged why they weep, and not the children, For the outside earth is cold, And we young ones stand without, in our bewildering, And the graves are for the old.” “True,” say the children, “it may happen That we die before our time. Little Alice died last year—her grave is shapen Like a snowball, in the rime. We looked into the pit prepared to take her: Was no room for any work in the close clay! From the sleep wherein she lieth none will wake her, Crying ‘Get up, little Alice! it is day.’ If you listen by that grave, in sun and shower, With your ear down, little Alice never cries; Could we see her face, be sure we should not know her, For the smile has time for growing in her eyes: And merry go her moments, lulled and stilled in The shroud by the kirk-chime. It is good when it happens,” say the children, “That we die before our time.” Alas, alas, the children! They are seeking Death in life, as best to have; They are binding up their hearts away from breaking, With a cerement from the grave. Go out, children, from the mine and from the city, Sing out, children, as the little thrushes do; Pluck your handfuls of the meadow-cowslips pretty, Laugh aloud, to feel your fingers let them through! But they answer, “Are your cowslips of the meadows Like our weeds anear the mine? Leave us quiet in the dark of the coal-shadows, From your pleasures fair and fine! “For oh,” say the children, […]
September 26, 2010

Sissy baby Boy

  Daddy Gerry wanted me to be a sissy baby boy. Most of the daddies and DL’s want baby boys, but you know I was grinning when I heard him ask me to be his girl. I had some baby girl panties around that I put over my diapers and then Daddy Gerry told me he wanted me more and more girly. Do you know what that silly Daddy did? He made me wear my sissy’s clothes. After I talked to him he called back and had Baby Katie and I both on the phone and Lacy got to dres me up like her sister. Now she has something else to hold over my head.   Sometimes Sissy Baby , Louie
September 25, 2010

Whos A Bad Boy

Have you been a good boy or naughty boy today? Tsk tsk tsks Does Mommy Stella have to spank your little diapered bottom? When baby is behaving, Mommy will take such good care of her sweet baby boy and teach him how to be mommy’s good boy. When baby is misbehaving and not listening, Mommy Stella knows just how to spank and punish baby in his diapers and train you to be mommy’s good little diaper slave! Mommy Stella 1 888 430-2010
September 22, 2010

Hurricane Mommy

  Mommy can be like a Hurricane when you have been bad. Right before you get punished things can get very calm and serene. You might think I don’t know what you have done wrong. I’ve been known to let it slip for a day or so and then BAM you find yourself face to face with one upset Mommy. So think about it abies, just because I don’t react right away does not mean I don’t know what you have been up to.   Mommy Lexus
September 19, 2010

Forced

Many, many of you have called me recently, and for that I say thank you.  Out of those who call me there seems to be a similarity to all your calls.  You want to be forced to be a sissy.  Now this is one my all time favorite things to do to someone.  I do not yell, I do not scream, but do I get stern and domineering?  Most definitely!  You will be lucky to get a word in edge wise, I am Southern after all and us southern women can talk like you would not believe lol.   And just think how pretty you will look after I get you all sissied out!  And YES you will have to go out into public like that.  I don’t care if it embarrasses you are not, what you want doesn’t really matter at this point.  Does it? Mommy Liz 1-888-430-2010
September 13, 2010

Messy Room

Whosever room this is should be ashamed! His underwear is hanging on the lamp. His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair, And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp. His workbook is wedged in the window, His sweater’s been thrown on the floor. His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV, And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door. His books are all jammed in the closet, His vest has been left in the hall. A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed, And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall. Whosever room this is should be ashamed! Donald or Robert or Willie or– by Shel Silverstein Lorraine
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