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The single white rose captured the old gardener's attention, He lovingly cared for it, like it was his own grand-daughter, The roses were just like family and friends in his eyes, He gave them bright sunshine, and plenty of fresh water. He had always planted roses in reds, yellows, and pinks, Yet, it was the one white rose that he favored most, The old gardener admired it's innocence and elegance, A quality that the other roses just could not boast. This precious rose was pure white, like new fallen snow, Which only a cold, late November day could bring, It's delicate petals were soft to the finger's touch, Similar to that of a feather, in an angel's wing. The old gardener was perplexed and astonished, Only this rose bloomed through spring, summer, and fall, Each of the other roses had withered months ago, The frost and cold weather did not affect it at all. With a smile, the old gardener took one last look, Unknowingly, death would soon come without warning, After he had settled down for a nap in his chair, He drew his last breath, later on that morning. His funeral was held on the very next day, Loving words were spoken, as he was laid to rest, His grand-daughter approached, with tears in her eyes, As she placed the single white rose upon his chest. The cemetery was a quiet and peaceful place, Where family and friends gathered to remember, A gentle snow began to fall upon the casket lid, Brightening the gloom on this final day of November. The old gardener's soul departed from this earth, Lead away by a choir of angels, on delicate wings, Then on through the pearly gates of heaven's garden, Where the white rose still blooms, in eternal springs. November 25th, 2013
Here under the cold winter sun, Beneath the old, lifeless tree, My winter mourning has begun, When no one comes to visit me. Left out here on the edge of town, Underneath the gray and gloomy sky, In a lonely cemetery, with not a soul around, Where every lone wintertime, I cry. As I lay here, frozen and numb, Crystal snowflakes are falling down, The dead of winter has finally come, Like icy teardrops upon the ground. The wind howls like a lonely, lost spirit, Through grass overgrown this December, And it still hurts me to hear it, That nobody even came here to remember. Icicles have formed on the iron gate, And the days now become dark so soon, Forever sealing in my forgotten fate, My only friend is the bright, shining moon. And so I'll just lie here all alone, No one will come until the spring, And while you are staying, warm at home, No one has left me flowers or anything.
What's In The Urn Strangers offered me to join them in a drink I met them on a mountain edge while skiing They seemed like friendly normal people then So what could happen in a simple cabin? Finding that which is not there or vanquished What is there that cannot be perceived? Placed upon the mantel piece are ashes in the cabin Brass vase, a receptacle for lost souls sits in repose A death vase to glare at over cognac By the sober flames cast by A fire place glow observed in action Liquid spirits pour out their poison In the cozy living room inside the cabin Drinks alone cannot remove this feeling of distraction The urn is piercing through my soul People belong in cemeteries you know With all due respect for the dead Scatter them at sea when they're deceased Not paraded around in gloom to cause unease Or as a center piece for living rooms I'm not relieved to find it is a lizard on the shelf To be exact, an exotic iguana family friend entombed And to assume that fact makes this matter optimal I beg to differ on that point and voice my opinion later There must be a plot of ground outside Or toilet somewhere to flush it down But better left unsaid, as they are bereaved about the death And I am their invited guest Iguana tried consuming the family's cat Another favorite pet It is surmise, that's how it met its end Ended up expired inside the urn The receptacle was there and going nowhere on its own I swear it follows me from room to room By embers glow and ash, shadowing my every move A brass smile casting off the urn, leaving me concerned I could not take my leave The container followed me So I waited, fixated on the thing Is it coming back to life to eat more bugs or me? Finding that which is not there Is easier in the dark Rising to the occasion of the day that breaks I must escape the premises to continue skiing Into the frozen world outside I fly With no discernible signs or paths to lead or learn I get away, no time to say good-byes or find my way Never again will I say; what's in the urn
Emerald etchings are given birth to bask their lives in summer's sun, until brushing brutal winters cheek, They cower yellow; brown undone. Swirling down onto concrete pyres, They somersault to a random grave. The earth lays claim to copper corpses But the winter wind is a cunning knave. It finds and flips the fallen fibers, then flings them crisply to the street. The failing sheaves of burnt magenta, tossed like chaff from harvest wheat. Now strewn about with playful malice, and denied the resting place they crave, for the golden sun is a glint of amber, but the winter wind is a chilling knave.
Once there was a soldier boy, young and brave and smart. He had some questions bugging him, they tore his brain apart. He went along to ask his friends- ''Why there can't be peace?'' They just laughed into his face, ''Let us tell you what peace means: ';Peace means love, peace means hope peace means painless, fearless trust. There's no love, there's no hope, all the fearless lay in dust.'' He went along to ask the trees, the plants and flowers too. Then they all replied to him ''Answers we have few: People kill themselves and us, they cut us up for fire. And with the fire that they cut the tension becomes higher.'' Soldier boy then went to war, questions still in mind. He kept on searching in the field, for answers he can't find. He walked up to the enemy, beat starts to increase. ''Tell me, good man, tell me please why there can't be peace?'' The man pointed his gun to him, aiming to his heart. ''I'm sorry, young man,'', then he said ''I really hate this part.'' --- Once there was a soldier boy, young and smart and brave. He had some questions bugging him, they took him to his grave.
One windy night upon my breast I felt the kiss of winter's breath A breath that blew me into flight Upon my breast one windy night A leaf once green now bathed in red With coat of spring and summer shed True color bursting at the seams Now bathed in red a leaf once green Upon your breath I learned to fly A flame of glory in the sky Not knowing that the price was death I learned to fly upon your breath But all too soon I came and went The seasons of my life were spent A bud in spring that came to bloom I came and went - but all too soon Author: Elaine George Written: March 3rd, 2014
Smoke comes off the chimney tops Trails behind the breeze as the rain drops Hurdles under the clouds to seek shelter Disappears in the vapor of a darkest winter Snapped under my coat I ran to shelter My steps tracing the trail of glass Sweat dripped down my palms elevated I lift my knees and walk agitated Took a second to notice, a scarf hanging Neck loose, head bottled, scalp dangling Cold breath sneaked up and down my neck As the lady grasped sight of her final dread My gaze slid under her skirt Her undone hair and bloody shirt All climbed to intertwine juxtaposed above Merciless, spineless, slithering gloves Ice-clawed eyes stared back in horror Hands clenched in fists flagrant in color Put a finger on his lips and whispered A tone that struck my nerves unhindered Speak a word and you're next Don't put my patience to the test Walk away, disappear, 'cause if I find you You'll pray that god take you before I do I couldn't hesitate twice abt walking Suddenly, he cringed and started falling Branches broke as his neck followed behind Snapping backwards, dispersing his spine I slowly walked over and found a note To whom it may concern, sloppy hands wrote I am but a victim, of this woman's throat the day she stabbed me, the day she spoke I'm but a lonely spirit roaming free Why has this lady followed me To murder all that I loved and once cared for To sweep off the little things I'd die for She was Lady Death, the one we all fear Seductively laying us to eternal rest Drove me to heaven, doors slid clear Her arms wide open, her warm loving chest Then to hell I went for my earthly deeds The torture I've seen for all those years And you're next in a line of slaves A queue of misery, a farm of graves Your eyes have seen a deadly charm Life as you know it is far long gone Prepare for a sinfully long run Here she comes, load your gun
The warrior lays her weary head, With heavy heart she cannot bear, Burning tears stream down her face, As whispered memories touch the ear. Her armour tarnished by remorse, Her battle-cry a wimpered row, Her wounds, of which bleed solitude, Will never know forgiveness now. The song began two score ago, When two came knocking at her door, In need of refuge from the world, Of that, and love, and little more. Forced to fight for every smile, Her only solace found in song, She longed for love to rescue her, And plant her where she could belong. Jealous tongues are seldom kind, Self-seeking hearts know nought of love, The caged canary only sings, When coaxed to praise from up above. For the steely spine that now I own, Forever shall I grateful be, A gift from her, and from her own. Courage mounted inwardly. I'll not forget how I have loved thee, And youthful memories I will prize, Til on the shore of His forgiveness, Whereto now, we both shall rise.
I have found myself at the threshold of death on several occasions. Each time I managed to look it in the eye, doff my hat and say, "I'll catch you up the trail." This is not to say that I am some special breed of hombre that casually defies death, for there have been many who have gone the way before me and managed the confrontation in heroic decorum. Nevertheless, death is not some evil state of being that only the brilliant or daring may defy; nor is it a release from the severity of life. If anything, death is the threshold of eternity. Life provides all known qualities, conditions, trials and tribulations that we encounter throughout the fruition of our purpose. Oh, death is not the enemy, for life provides our foes, The ills, disease and suffering… the countless other woes; For this is as it was ordained since Earth was yet to be, When life evolved on other planes, the eye will never see. We all embrace our time and grow in body, mind and soul. We foster wisdom, strength and faith, fulfilling every role. Prepared or not, the time will come, our form will waste away, While life goes on, as is ordained by He who plans the way. No, death is not the enemy, an end that one should fear. It's but a threshold for the soul to doff its mortal gear, While life transcends its bond with Man to dwell forevermore With He, whose force conceived all life and is its very core.
A plastic smile He waves hello To all his friends He'll never know Beneath his skin There lives the sin Protected by The hurt within A silent wish A crazy thought How does one kill A mind distraught? An answer looms As dead as leaves It covers life In gasoline A matchstick lit An open sore A fire burns Consumes the core The pain is gone Forevermore When all that's left Ash on the floor
Like a herd of cattle, placed on a ship. Upon my back, I felt their whip! Ripping into my flesh, excruciating pain. Forced across the big water on a trip. Living in darkness with little to eat. The feel of chains around my feet. Amidst tortured cries, the ship did shake. Waves pounded the hull with relentless beat. Only once a day, would we see the sky. Huge sails, caused the ship to fly. Further and further away from my home. Feeling confused not understanding why! A white devil, steered the wooden ship. All his mates evil with scabbed putrid lips. Yet we, depended on them for our lives. Without them, into the ocean we'd slip. The journey long, felt like an eternity! I longed to be anywhere but on the sea. My mind occupied with thoughts of my home. yet, I could not escape this horrible enemy! Sick and dying were forced to walk the plank. Then into the cold water they quickly sank. The sailors laughed, as the last man was tossed! Their spirits boistered with the rum they drank. Many days later we finally made land. A place of stone and wood, I could see no sand. Crack of the whip, we rose to our feet. "Off of my ship!"was the devil's final command! For Verlena's "Writing in a black Perspective" Contest Story continued for my own pleasure, not part of the entry. Slave Part Two Brought in chains, to a raised wooden stage. Bids tallied carefully, sales written on a page. That was when I witnessed, a most perfect girl. Bought by a fat man, she was placed in a cage! I was up next, I stood still as he bid on me. "One dollar, gimme two, two dollars, sold for three!" Then I was taken and locked up in the cage with her. Together we both dreamt, of one day being free. Brought to the plantation, in late September. I worked in cotton fields, until November. Then I would be purposed, to cutting fire wood. For cold and snow came, by early December. In the evening, we were left to be with our kind. While in the big house, our master dined. Later at dusk, my angel girl would come. Her beauty so amazing, she made me blind! The taste of her body, my rememberance of home. We gave each other pleasure, when we were alone. Even though the master, wanted her for only him. I felt like a free man, when I would hear her moan! Her pregnant, I wondered if the child was mine? If I was the father, I would be bound in twine. Still inside I prayed, that the child belonged to me. In the end, that would be certainly be fine. Nine months later, almost to the day. The love of my life was taken away. In death our child born, middle of September. The master's anger, I could not sway. I was awoken, ripped out of my bed! He took out a musket loaded with lead. Finally free, in spirit we both travel. There are certainly worse things, than being dead!
filling the radio with words of availability lot lizards selling their souls to diesel driving "Joe-s" in and out of truck cabs under a weeping moon's protection Jane, works the night, wondering if her daddy knows lipstick on and high heels strapped as the sun sets in May call sign; "Wild Orchid" …. "Anyone looking for a good time?" a traffic jam of radio chatter…… congested air waves the August sun rises on a night of sexual crime Orchid petals caressed with greased stained hands her pale white color quickly wilts to brown the young November night is holding her final bloom evidence of violent pruning becomes talk of the town a knock on the door……………….. a flower delivered Wild Orchid's father is asked, "Is she the one?" he checks her stem, quickly recognizing his roots inevitably, the withering of his blossom has begun……
The Texans weren't supposed to be Holding the old mission. Sam Houston sent Jim Bowie there. Said he had a vision. Bowie wanted to save the fort. So did Colonel Travis. They say when Santa Anna came Carnage there was massive. Two hundred men would die that day. One was Davey Crockett. He couldn't save the Alamo. Too few men to stop it. Santa Anna won the battle, Taking back the city. He killed each and every soldier. Showing them no pity. Santa Anna was defeated Outside San Jacento. The Texans bore the battle cry, Remember Alamo! 1/15/2013 RAY
Through the open window An unintended entry way Pale the moonlight streaming Careless, now the price to pay It perched upon my bedpost All reality to confound A tilted head, a beady eye As yet he made no sound My secret now revealed He knew my every thought My visitor in a feathered cape Harbinger of death he brought At last a guttural caw I heard And in terror begged" no more", "Leave me be to my just fate for yes, I killed the fair Lenore"…. With apology to Mr... Poe
God touched another hand as last breath slipped away. Cradled a loved one's head as hearts began to pray. God whispered I love you while angels near him stood. Raised his soul to heaven cause He promised He would. God granted his soul peace from life of constant pain. Freed body from struggles and further family strain. God allowed him to love to know all life's pleasure. But God loves him more than one can ever measure. Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
A toddlers Crayola masterpiece marks the box Where the story of our days now tarry Passages tilting the axis of a bittersweet equinox As photographs eclipse yesterday and today unvaried The plans we made for a life After years of work and worry Useless installments when your partner dies The crumbling of everything you once held firmly Riveted, uprooted with every slide Scenes of "our time" bring you back to life I step from earth, you from the sun, for yet another goodbye And the dam finally collapses behind brave hazel eyes But not the brokenness your death left behind Still, though no more than ashes it resides Like faded photographs etched in the mind Fanning the embers... one picture at a time Rage rises, for you left me alone Without refuge for all life's trials And our sons fatherless before they were grown Every step feeling more like a mile I've grieved so long And tried to move on Like river water never looking back But it's motion sings the the words to our song Leaving me afraid I'll never belong Or live out the plan we devised For all my days my efforts give way Blundering, burdened and blind How does one truly recover When the mate of their soul is no more Or pass from one realm to yet another When the walls of your heart no longer have a door? Frustration builds like Lego towers toppling to the floor under the weight of the world Is it grief or something disguised by cowards When a heart gets stuck from the pain that it's learned? This ode to a man Who in covenant took my hand The marriage equator engraved a permanent mark... For his death left a total eclipse of my heart Crazy as a loon But my God... how I loved you My eyes fixed upon our favored moon And I wonder... Do you miss me too? Anniversaries used to be a joyous accomplishment Marking years of selfless love made Now it serves only an acknowledgement Of a life interrupted by a cruel twist of fate Of ill trusted hopes And a future unmade For us left behind to cope With memories and photographs fading away On this the 2nd anniversary... Of your passing away In memory of my husband of 25 years Charley Romani (My Beloved)
Sore to the bone Running on a drop of energy Just gotta push through I'll rest eventually My shoulder has gone numb But my body feels her weight As if she's gotten heavy Since her unconscious state If I could, I'd stop right now But who knows how safe it is here And if I could even start again I may fall asleep I fear Soon my body will give up But I'll make it as far as I can And hopefully haven isn't too far And I can put her in helping hands Walking all day and night It's hard not to think on past And any thought I come up with Has me struggling to hold sobs back I've kept my ears open Trying to focus on only sounds But all I keep on hearing Is my shoes crunch on foreign grounds Bang. I hear it softly. So far but still so near. Bang. Another gunshot sounds And I've collapsed in fear. I close my eyes but another goes off This time in a memory And now I'm filled with rage At how repulsive humans can be My thoughts turn to my baby Slipping off of my shoulder I set her down and examine her Bloodstained gown and skin colder My worst nightmare but it can't be true I listen in for her sweet breath No. No No. No No. No No. What's this silence? This isn't death. This time I don't close my eyes I see a sight that makes me sob Memory of the last I saw my wife And now my baby's with her mom. Each one of us left covered in crimson By a monster, a gunshot, a blow Their death is the death of me. This is as far as I can go. May 2010 Inspired by Morris Gleitzman's novel "Once," a historical fiction about a boy in Poland during the Holocaust.
The pro-Hanoi Vietcong many years ago In the 1950's Diem's government they'd overthrow All opposition was crushed killed or jailed These elected ones to their people they failed This Buddhist country so religious in belief Now politically torn apart, impending future grief In the early 1960's with the CIA in place Discussing with Vietnam's generals, Diem, assassinated in disgrace With the Vietcong army, growing from strength to strength Another communist foothold, going to any lengths In 1965, with 3500 U.S. Marines in place By December of that year, 200,000 in many a base These U.S. Marines, in their defensive mode Over the coming months, peace would soon erode With the Tet Offensive upon us, and the "Battle of Hue" The Americans were now involved, this bloody war now brews One decision to end this conflict, came in 1969 Nixon sent 18 B-52s, bordering Soviet airspace line He wanted to show he was capable, to end this bloody war But as the months and years progressed, the body count would soar The anti-war movement was gathering strength, also in 1969 But the "Green Beret Affair" started to undermine A U.S. Army platoon raped and pillaged, the village of My Lai Where civilians were massacred, and many left to die In 1970-71, Cambodia incurred wars wrath Where they and the country Laos, were in the U.S. bombing path Also in 71, there was the cutting of the Ho Chi Minh trail But arms and supplies got through, this mission to no avail Later in the same year, the Anzac's withdrew their soldiers The U.S. also reduced, many of theirs from Vietnam's borders In 1973, Nixon declared the suspension of offensive action The Paris Peace Accords took place, peace with this warring faction Between the years 73 - 74 under Trà, the Vietcong grew in strength There was no mass offensive, to lure the Americans to their trench Gradually they marched to their target, to see their enemies eyes To their city of Saigon, now over a million humans have died The average age of the American to die in this bloody war Was just nineteen years old, never knowing what they were fighting for So many came home from this horror, leaving themselves behind Because so many came home different, home with a different mind Even to this day, many Americans look back and ask Why their elected Congress, feed them to these tasks The sad thing about Vietnam, it continues to this present day Where governments make decisions, asking guns to hear their say
Many voices from the past, Always echoing in my head, How long can it last, I thought you were dead. You always tell me what to do, So I don't make a mistake, Somehow you always knew, How many I could make. Because once I hurt you, And you'll never let me forget, But what can I do, You're not quite dead yet. Why won't you leave me alone, Will you never forgive me, I wish I could atone, Please, just let me be. The hollow echo of your voice, Will linger on forever, You've given me no choice, It'll never stop, ever. The sound of you used to make me smile, But now it tortures me, I will always be in denial, So an end I'll never see. Written by: Kelly Deschler Giorgio V.'s contest - "Impress Me 2" - themes-gothic/spiritual
Once again, the powers that must In rise again in what we trust An overseas conflict, another war Just what in the hell are we fighting for Families are asking, Korea has just passed Generations again reft, how long will it last A country in need, to rebuild again Flags at half mast, in wind and rain strain Once again into war, sent by the Washington Post To send back reports to hit home the most Military observers were the first to be sent in Another chapter of man entering existing sin I'm witnessing our ariel power, Lam Son 719 US planners determine their incursion, saying all will be fine Along the Mekong River, we'll carpet bomb their supply trail Tons of munitions and napalm, this spread surely cannot fail Many sorties are being flown, for the wounded and the dead Whilst Nixon and his cronies, aren't thinking with their heads The news of losses has reached me, nineteen have been killed Eleven missing, fifty nine wounded, more American blood spilled Seven fixed wing aircraft, more sons in action loss Whilst back at home more protests, fading the dyeing's gloss To to this job that I do, I was never prepared for this To witness such bloody scenes, and ignore that life is bliss How can I write about a soldier, whose name I'll never know Killed at nineteen years old, his family he'll never see grow Or even explain to his parents, when carried from the AH-1 His body bullet riddled and limp, when lifted it bloodily run I never went back to the theatre, called the Vietnam War Having witnessed the wanton killing, what were we fighting for This colonial conflict that started, us on the side of France So many came back as strangers, many to live in trance James Fraser's entry into the contest " WORLD OF WAR: VIETNAM "
My mother starts moaning, with another one due. She won't live to see, as she struggles to wheeze. I never knew famine would produce skies so blue. But no need for toilets, I forget how to squeeze. Searing sun inflates skulls into baroque balloons. One whining dog, dying , from a surfeit of fleas. I squint as my sister beats a roach with a spoon. She's holding out hope, with a morsel to tease. My eyes can still water from the feces and trash, tossed up by vultures to release fresh disease. I dig up what moist dirt I can pound into mash. An old man collapses, not a single one grieves. What passes for corpses- baking black as they pop. Now the flies feel the heat and retreat to the trees. My brother keeps wailing and I wish he would stop. My breathing grows shallow in the oven fed breeze. If it helps each of you, I am down on my knees. I beg you. Hand me one piece of bread. Would you, please?
I laugh as I think of it now, the dire warnings of hell Nothing could scare me it didn't matter, on this teaching I never did dwell. I wondered why one dark night, again begging for sleep. No fear of death of dying no foolish promises to keep. It was then I found the answer as I slipped down through the floor Could this be a dream or am I now no more. Has death come upon me, I feel the air exude from my chest Through eons of time yet seconds, maybe days or years at best. Before me an evil thing but there are no brimstone and flames "Now we will see this hell you mocked and you will know my name. You never flinched about the hell threat but you are now here Not only that I am your father and now you will know real fear." He breathed in deep; my skin scorched, it left my body in one piece The agonies, I must be dead my skin floating in front just like a fleece My muscles sinews and skeleton were all that I now had "I thought you were my father I screamed you can't treat me this bad." A thousand legions of devils all came round mocking me Each breath they turned my way seemed to rip parts off of me "You will learn to master them but until then you have to pay You start at the bottom in this work." then the hounds of hell did bay. "To inflict the tortures required to give me the satisfaction You must first suffer them all, that is my attraction. When you have suffered them all you will know what to do My work will be in your hands this is my legacy to you." "But how can you be my father?" I screamed as the hell hounds tore at me "My mother was the sweetest woman on earth and all around could see." "Ha! I am the devil why would I want a whore, They are already down here; it was sweetness I searched for." "Your mother scorned me, she did not believe in all the hellish games I play So I showed her my powers and you are with me from this day. You should have listened to the teachers teaching of my home called hell." He waved his finger at me and the screams I could not quell. Now I wish I had listened and taken an earthly fear It could have made a difference, I may not now be here. I take delight in dismembering and gouging out the eyes Flaying the skin off the ungodly, yet I do it for a prize. One day I will rule this place then my turn will come I'll leave this underworld one day and do what my father has done I'll take a woman for my wife the sweetest there ever walked And pass on my inheritance to the offspring that hell balked. ©~GG~23/07/2012
I wade the waterside enticing death. The sea extols the brash to th' outermost Abyss. A 'know it all', I challenged this Watery host. I capsized in the tumultuous seas; I'm in the heart of the abyssal deep. The billowing waters; they crest and fall, Enmesh and sweep. Disjointed and astray from sight, I strive Complacently for that redemptive shoal. This mortuary that's surrounding me Entombs my soul. I look toward the surface as I scan The depth of darkness for some tethered hope. I clutch my hands into the obvious End of my rope. The moorings are beyond my grasp. I gasp And struggle for air as I hold my breath. The hint is clear enough; I closed my eyes And swallowed Death.
Lying still on the class room floor, brown paper for a bottom sheet. All the children were gathered round and my outline was complete. A cookie cutter girl was I in bright black paten leather shoes; with a gathered skirt, puffy blouse of blue polka dotty hues. Drawn silhouette, a paper doll, not ashen as deaths cold harrow, and I regret, my parents get left Hiroshima's shadows. Eight years gone the Rising Sun was challenged in an earthy sky; for bombs Little Boy and Fat Man fell and two-hundred thousand people died The Man of Steel, old Stalin passed away in Russia this year; the hot cold war was in full bloom and our children hid in fear. Beneath our desk tops we scrambled as the shrill sirens shrieked away the Committee of Five ruled Russia and Khrushchev was on his way. Dwight Ike was in the White House as a veteran, he'd fought hard the GI bill was now in affect and bomb shelters filled our yards. And little girls with ringlet curls still made dollies on paper sheets; while the doll shadows left by WWII bombs blackened in Japan's streets. *On August 6, 1945, the United States used a massive, atomic weapon against Hiroshima, Japan. This atomic bomb, the equivalent of 20,000 tons of TNT, flattened the city, killing tens of thousands of civilians. While Japan was still trying to comprehend this devastation three days later, the United States struck again, this time, on Nagasaki. Nagasaki was bombed on August 9, 1945 only three days after the bombing of Hiroshima. And we worry that other countries may develope atomic bombs???
Crimson mist in the Dallas sky, a frantic wife's mad dash. The world watched us as we cried for hope gone in a flash. Brilliant poet with timeless verse and enduring message of peace. A murderous fan fulfilled his curse. Does lunacy ever cease? Perfect day in the city until the towers fell. Religious zealots who had no pity. Their resting place is hell. So look at history if you can and learn from such hindsight. As long as evil has a plan we must not quit the fight.
Your going has left a hole in my heart that time, The Great Healer, cannot repair. Your going has left a hole in my existence That forever and beyond will not heal, A hole ever expanding from its own nothingness, A hole through which all the goodness, All the kindness of you is slipping through. You were my sounding board. Trite ideas offered, came back Enhanced, brilliant and sparkling. Borrowing intelligence from you, I grew wiser. Doors opened before me as I strove to be worthy Of you, my beloved son. I go on now as you would have me do, Searching in Nature for the joy You found in its wonders. Hearing bird songs with your ears, Relating to others with your empathetic instincts. Striving, ever striving to be the person And mother that you believed me to be And never letting your memory grow dim For those you loved and for whom you sacrificed. You came into this world with a wisdom That did not come from me. I thank God each day for His lending you to me For the time that I had you near And I cling to His promise That I will see you again. I could not tell from whence you came, Born with a wisdom that did not come from me, And I do not know where you have gone, Part of myself, the better part--into Eternity. Originally entered as verse Rewritten: A Letter to my Son Your going has left a hole in my heart That Time, that great healer cannot repair. Your going left space in my existence That forever and more will still be there. Ever expanding from it nothingness A hole from which your goodness has slipped through. The kindnesses you wore as a halo Have disappeared as well since I lost you. I used you as a sounding boad to measure The wisdom and the beauty of the world. Your ideas were so clear and brilliant, Through you my own best aptitudes unfurled. I'm trying to live up to your standards. I want to be more worthy of you, Son. You told me once I was the perfect mother, And with you life was such a lot of fun. I thank God every day for loan of you. The time we had was more than worth the pain. And now I'm clinging tight to his promise That some day I will see you once again. I do not know from whence you came, Blessed with wisdom that did not come from me. Each day I pray I know where you have gone; Taking my heart into Eternity.
Your life is a journey Which will never wax or wane A beacon of bottled moonlight Anchored waves of radiant rain There is no demise Or salvation of plundered plight Cast into a sea of superstition In the depths of torrential night Your life transcends flesh That sinking vessel which we mourn It resides in a shipwrecked message Found on the shores of faith's forlorn
I know I'm going to die It's just a matter of time Till my body catches up With my state of mind When the deadness of my heart Will make its beating still When my mind just shuts down Almost against my will When every living fiber Like my soul gives up the fight When my body finally slips Into that endless night The blood coursing through my veins Is slowing down its race There is that tinge of death That's reflected on my face Shutting down every function My body is giving in Sensing there's no desire The battle of life to win It's clear all of my tissues Have finally come to see That there is no breath of love That can give life back to me Eileen Manassian Ghali
Within simple days of my twilight years Daylight shines down on me never to leer Memories are combined with spirit faced Glories thus are left without stories placed Harmonies of my life, leaving all fears Timelessness opens from over my tears Lest in the hour of my complete defeat To my maker is whom I will go meet Russell Sivey
Surrounded by casualty, fatality, and injury. Deafened by bombings, gun shots, and agony! Pain, sadness, despair, and misery. At this point, there is no chance of victory. At war, men with power, Tend to hide and cower. Whilst the enemies prevail and empower, So in despair, our heads we lower! A lifeless body with a doll, Blood is smeared upon the wall! Amidst this chaos I feel so small, As our weak defenses fail and fall. When your enemies are merciless, There will always be injustice. And the only way to stop this, Is to fight with justice. War is caused by prejudice, hatred, and greed. Why do we cause so much pain? Is it a need? Why do we have to make each other bleed? Why is it that only by slaughter could anyone succeed? Peace binds all mankind in a chain. A chain without agony and without pain; A chain without hate and without disdain, It is THIS peace that we cannot attain!
The fear of her looks Became thorns in her side Her images were shattered Because the mirrors decide This beautiful girl Who sees a different face She hears the world laughing No matter where she is in place In her bedroom at home She faces her demons alone Unknown to her family For years she has roamed In her dreams one night She receives her wish Surrounded by mirrors She cuts her wrists Because the fear of her looks Had penetrated so deep inside This beautiful girl Who now, no longer resides http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/dark.php
Do not see me as I am Or you'll be disappointed See instead my wall of flesh Dismembered and disjointed I'll make sure the bones will mend And never show their age Rest inside my warmest thoughts Of quiet tempered rage Discover endless reasons why The flesh will always fail Embodiments of truer cause Could look behind the veil
When crashed to earth that mightful Oak O'er that long. a'frighted night, His tears did so high homage speak As to slumber passed his Light... Shoulders small, no more host to hands Whose tender firmness helmed Their little lad, and life, and joy In eternal love enrealmed. Trudged he stoic, that deserts waste With heart beset and stormed, His soul a stone-turned edifice Then from parched dreams was formed A kind but spectral silohette Up from the nighted sands, As boyish eyes enlivened gazed Once more upon old hands... They held a heart which yet did beat, "For you, my bonnie Dan! I'll love you from Forever, boy, And in Love, live as a man..." Ah, but dream, for now he wakes- But so curious a thing! For in his grasp there rests some sand Which waking did not bring!
If I had a bottle of pills I'd dump them out inside my mouth Take the last few swigs of vodka And swallow all of them down If I had a big sharp knife I'd drag the cold steel across my skin If I thought for a moment it might Bring this feeling to an end I'd stare down the barrel If I had a gun Find the trigger with my finger Pull it and be done If I had a car I'd park inside the garage Leave the motor running Till the poison filled my lungs If I had a rope I'd make myself a noose Dangle there in my own doorway Till somebody cut me loose If I had someone to love I'd probably treat them bad Since that's all that I've known In relationships of the past If I had a heart in my chest I'd be able to forgive and forget But there is nothing left Of that beating mass of flesh So I'll just continue Sitting all alone and in the dark A typical evening in with the cat Doesn't seem that bad after all.
My heart yearns to be reciprocated Every good heart deserves to be loved The passion is still strong yet dimly lit Keeping the faith as the fate is growing I'm feeling faint and falling to my knees Loss of breath, depth, and height I'm losing my firm grip slowly letting go My palms are sweaty, my spirit is frail Disconnected from the rest of my being I'm weak, limber...fluctuating high and low I am invisible, silent like dead flies Falling from the night's sky like a tear drop In mine eye, a red river is flowing You can see lonesome shadows of despair Hearing cries of help during the midnight breeze Pain and agony, hurt and betrayal Blank slate is naive too soon to prevail Escaped from reality and plumeth... Buried six feet under with soil and dirt Ashes to dust like crumbling particles My soul evaporates into thin air... Was my identity lost or stolen? You have one life to live so live it To the fullest as if it were your last
I'm sure you think I'm crying. You think it hurts so bad. The only thing that truly hurt, was when I lost my dad. He really wanted me to know the way life was meant to be. He always tried to help me out. He truly cared for me. I pray one day I'll see him laughing once again. He was so much more than people knew. He was part of a bigger plan. Now he's gone to heaven and I hope he's looking down. I need him still to guide me when I laugh and when I frown.
I sign in my messenger, And scan my buddy list. As my cursor scaled the names, My finger couldn't resist. I clicked the mouse on your name, Like I'd done a thousand times. I stared at the blank page, Where you used to write your rhymes. I'm overgrown with sadness, Happiness ceases to begin. It reads, you're unavailable and You'll receive the message upon signing in. That's where things get tough, I know that will never be. The moment you left my life, It felt like someone robbed me. They stole my bestest friend, Leaving the greatest memories behind. My whole list has yellow faces, As yours appears permanently...offline. __________________________ 'Bestest' is misspelled purposely, dedicated to a friend that I greatly miss.
Is your soul blood red A dowry of bitter wine Spilling mortality Staining the divine Is eternity a prison The rusty knife of time Carving your senses Caging your mind Is flesh a pardon A tactile bribe Begging the question What is alive Is there a reason In this chalice of mine To sip my faith And fear no demise Is there a forever In your crying eye A word to grasp When your child has died
He walked down to the sea, lonely and bored then dips his hand in the warm ocean brine. Forty years she was the one he adored, so he kneels to pray for her, one more time. He spells out her name in the smooth beach sand then he watches a wave wash it away. Whispers "Goodbye" just as he starts to stand he wishes there was more that he could say. A gentle rumble as breaks a small wave he can smell her perfume as on the breeze. He has not the strength to visit her grave self-pity and pain is all that he sees. Watches seagulls as they swarm a shrimp boat as it makes a turn back toward the bay. Hollow and empty he feels without hope and wishes a wave would wash it away.
Mom will you remember, All the thing's we've done? I know I must travel on, To Heaven where I'm from. I know I lived a short life, But it was worth the breath. I was more than a memory, But memories are all that's left. I'll always be your angel, For this God let me know. I'm with our Redeemer, Where the little angels go.
So what Don't give me that look It was just a cut I am no crook I feel better To see my arm bleed You yell, "Get Her" But the cut is my feed Why do you make me stop? It doesn't hurt that bad You are not some sort of cop Cutting makes me glad I don't feel anymore But the sharp blade I am no longer hurting in the core All the feelings fade I wear a jacket To cover the scars And I'll have to hack it They are my permanent memoirs So I'll just sit And sharpen the knife Don't throw a fit This is my life It's not like you know pain I do, more then others I live life in vain And I won't get help from my mother I don't want your help Just leave me alone So just hush your yelp Don't give me that tone This is my choice Not yours to say The cut is my voice So just let me waste away... This is for anyone, who has felt alone, you aren't, things can never be as bad as they seem, just keep moving and never give up.
You're not real deep as rivers go You're really not that wide When it comes to my feelings of you They're feelings I just can't hide Through giant boulders you descend Winding through canyon walls Inside you many have met their end As rapidly as your water falls Merle Haggard wrote a song of you You took someone he loved His song is very beautiful and true A gift from God above At four I stood upon your banks Watched my mother die Like those before and after her So many left to cry Your pools are pools of death Calm and still they seem Whirlpools lurking underneath The end of many dreams For Brian's contest
Once again to my chagrin This nightmare perseveres And through the glass it comes to pass To feed upon my fears And it seems to slay my dreams And in their stead leave blind Mine own two eyes to that one prize My soul doth seek to find Still I pray that night gives way And cures this circumstance That captive holds my weary soul Within it's darkened trance And perhaps lay loose the straps That bind me to this cross And free from 'round my neck now bound This curs'ed albatross
Born of moments matter To burn for moments sake Condemned to moments past For future moments make
There was a loud explosion, followed by shouts of glee The rat-a-tat-tat of gunshot, was suddenly surrounding me It was much to my horror that my husband bought the game And to watch my boys playing it, nearly drove me insane. They blew things up, they shot at them, and they loved every shot "But it will warp their minds" I said, my husband said "It will not." He promised he would sit with them, but that's cos he wanted to play And he said he could drum into them that it is just a game that day. I peered round the doorway, I watched him guide them through They cheered, and laughed at gruesome bits, my husband cringed a bit too But as they grew they learned, but I know this is not true of all Mine are both big wimps, and even husband on seeing blood will fall. They cannot stand needles, a paper cut makes them cry They cannot watch the news, when there is death and destruction awry So in all honesty I don't agree with violence in video games at all But I think it's up to the parents to make the final call. Children in days of old, shot each other with a home made stick gun They made swords out of anything, and always fought to the death in fun. Play has changed they are safer inside, the trouble now I think this is it Is when they are left to their own devices and the videos are used just to baby-sit. ©3/01/2013 ~GG~ Contest Entry
Two-word Lines Free with Rhyme Verse gibbous moon The near-full moon— ashen veil its ashen light— phantasm strewn ghostly, swathing all redolent pale with pale glow. shamed hues In moonlight, colors surrender— morbid face faces are morbid, semblance heedless muse of those about to pass, death's embrace abandoned by life's essence. gibbous moon Gibbous moon wanes, as night reviled night warily gauges its retreat. morning soon And with advancing dawn, newborn child. new life replaces the departed. Sorry, the program doesn't allow for setting up columns, so alignment on the second version of the is incorrect.
Neither thy face, nor features, lips and eyes Nor it is my yearning for mirth which my heart fries My feet are advancing towards the hangman's platform O sword of tyranny! It is for thee my heart cries
Two million soles collected One million souls lost Can humanity recover, From the holocaust? This stockpile of shoes Is a reminder and clue That what happened to them Could happen to you. Auschwitz reminds us Of man's inhumanity to man If we can forget It can happen again. Entry in the Leather Voices contest
A smile that warms her heart. With bright, shining Angel eyes. Soon his whole world would fall apart. When he sadly watched as his Mother dies. No one to listen or believe what he saw. For years the truth lie in wait. Each passing day, the pain made him raw. And for his step-dad rose a new level of hate. A troubled youth is what he'd come to be. Violence, drugs and alcohol to deal with the pain. When the truth came out it didn't set him free. Watching for Santa as his Mother was slain. After years, Justice was served for his Mother's death. But her kids would have no justice at all. They would never hold her again so they remained bereft. She'll never be there for them to hug, kiss or call. She loved her kids, especially her eldest son. She was taken too soon by a drunk, selfish bully. He didn't care who he hurt or what he did to anyone. Its not something her children could understand fully. Her son now sits in his own personal Hell. Taken away from society to pay for his unrelated crimes. So now he stays in that six by six prison cell. Hoping that he'll heal in a matter of time. I'm here for him and I remain his friend. I wait for that shine to return to his now haunted eyes. For that smile to brighten from his sad, dull grin. I'm someone who can love him and quiet his cries.
I wish I played the violin ones more but the sound and strings ache me This sad and stormy autumn the maple trees tell me I'm dying Inheritance will be the Immensity with leaves and fruit of violin but no one will ever know the meaning of the springs with weeping deer... written at 12 when my grandpa died.
On the plight of this garden till when to grieve Will this nest ever its glory retrieve The companion birds are all flown away O cyprus trees and roses! Permit me to leave (Influenced by a Rubai of an eminent Urdu poet Josh Malihabadi)
. ~~~A.D.~~~ Getting to see the white tunnel Eyes transfixed with anticipation Love ones gone before, awaiting At the entrance, filled with inspiration ~~~A.D.~~~ Smiling faces starting to appear Arms outstretched from long lost loves Entering the arch, feeling the warmth of love Sensations felt from the wings of doves ~~~A.D.~~~ Walking the roads that are pure gold Meeting the Heavenly Father, on the throne Living in paradise all my days, as foretold Angels flying all around, singing hymns intone. ~~~A.D.--- After Death~~~
A storm torn boat thrashed on the ocean waves As gales of wind knocked out their lanterns' glow. A frantic captain yelled "all hands on deck!" Then watched as sails tore free; they'd moved too slow. Brave as a lion, captain steered their course Though jagged rocks scraped 'gainst the hull with force. The seamen battled through the dark of night Until the seas grew calm at morning's light. They stood in silence, those that still remained And bowed their heads for mates who'd met their fate. Time and eternity told tales of mighty seas That claimed the brave, then crushed their ships with ease. Entry in the contest: On the Ocean Waves Sponsor: Francine Roberts Iambic pentameter; no particular rhyme scheme. Three quatrains.
My dog, named Shiva I had a dog, named Shiva So very long ago Then one day I did grieve her The tears how they did flow We used to walk for miles Us two, Shiva and I Oh how she fills my heart with smiles As the days they pass me by My Shiva she took ill one day My best friend she did die My days oh, how they turned so grey As in death she did lie A dog is such a wonder Mans best friend he be My heart it felt like thunder I was in such misery When I was sad and miserable So loving she would be Oh, Shiva was so wonderful I adored her endlessly. 17 November 2014
Vultures of doubt hover in my mind Death beckons me Live like a Stranger in my abode Naught for me to live Sparrows tweet around On the soil beside me Bend down, I sip water Made muddy by rain Came out of my walls Tears flow down my eyes Quench my parched throat My hearts start beating Feel light and tranquil Sky is my home Birds are my friends Dogs line up to seek food Push all away, I laugh aloud My plate was empty a moment ago Brimming with madness My hands are full
On the plight of this garden till when to grieve Will this nest its glory retrieve The companion birds have all flown away O cypress trees and roses! Permit me to leave -Mohammad Yamin (Theme borrowed from a Ruba'yee of Josh Malihabadi)
Zombies have feelings It's sad but so true Our diets are different We like eating you We move rather slow Yet you can't get away We follow the bleeder It's the game we play Our clothing is shabby Yet we have Zombie style To look really creepy We'll go the extra mile One of the problems We have horrible breath One of the side effects When it comes to death It's not really that bad Us zombies rule the night Best that you take a plane Zombies never take flight We cannot stay seated Or follow commands With that turbulence We may lose our hands So down here on earth We will hobble around Moaning and groaning Our unique zombie sound For Leonora Galinta's Halloween Contest. Written November 1st 2013 By: Richard Lamoureux. I couldn't think of anything to write an all of a sudden this popped into my brain.
I can still hear the song of the spring breeze... About a love went wrong When two hearts hid for so long... Now I hear the requiem's gong
Not dark here nor bright, feel so light No body, no mass I feel infinite I wonder aloud 'Is this what they call Death' Search around, can't find a glimpse of Earth No worries, no scares, find myself in bliss What next, where next, find something amiss Where is God, where am I, can't see any Recall my pains and joys, how can I think! Feel my fingers, I blink, I find myself in bed People around with wreaths, I am declared dead Moments ago, the world wrote my Epitaph Kicking alive, I rise, its my time to laugh
Autumn is my favorite season, The green leaves are turning red, Falling with no rhyme or reason, They are crisp, gnarled, and dead. Lightly they fall in the chilly air, The leaves are brown, orange, and yellow, Brightly, they tumble without a care, Indian summer days are beginning to mellow. Gray clouds form, you rarely see the sun, Through tree branches, see the cold wind blow, The leaves come cascading down, one by one, And, at any minute now, it could start to snow.
As angels gathered 'round I heard sweet music play They played this song for you On this, your special day I cried a crystal tear Upon my cheek it did lay I cried this special tear As God called you away I put this tear in my pocket There is where it will stay Within a heart shaped locket Until we meet again one day Copyright © 2009 Lena "Lolita" Townsend
Chocolate bunnies and Easter eggs, Fluffy chicks and lambs at play, The spring of the year is a beautiful time, And we celebrate as the time draws nigh, To remember the reason for all our good cheer; For now is the time The Resurrection draws near. We celebrate Jesus who conquered the foe, Of Sin and Death and delivered our souls, Up from the abyss where we languished in wait, Beneath the burden of unspeakable hate. He marched into Hell and in triumph brought out, All who are His and they came with a shout; Victory is ours because Jesus lives, He's salvaged our souls and He's cleansed and forgives, All who will come to Him, on us He bestows, A robe of His Righteousnesss as it was foretold! We honor the Sacrifice made by Father and Son, And we honor the love that redeemed us as one. We celebrate the Victory won over our foe. We celebrate Jesus, our Conquering Hero. Judy Ball "BUT I AM TELLING YOU THIS STRANGE AND WONDERFUL SECRET; WE SHALL NOT ALL DIE, BUT WE SHALL ALL BE GIVEN NEW BODIES. IT WILL ALL HAPPEN IN A MOMENT, IN THE TWINKLING OF AN EYE, WHEN THE TRUMPET IS BLOWN; FOR THERE WILL BE A TRUMPET BLAST FROM THE SKY AND ALL CHRISTIANS WHO HAVE DIED WILL COME ALIVE WITH NEW BODIES THAT WILL NEVER DIE. AND THEN WE WHO ARE STILL ALIVE WILL SUDDENLY HAVE NEW BODIES TOO FOR OUR EARTHLY BODIES WE HAVE NOW THAT CAN DIE MUST BE TRANSFORMED INTO HEAVENLY BODIES THAT CAN NOT PERISH . WHEN THAT HAPPENS THEN AT LAST THIS SCRIPTURE WILL COME TRUE,"DEATH IS SWALLOWED UP IN VICTORY. O DEATH WHERE IS THY VICTORY? WHERE IS THY STING? FOR SIN, THE STING THAT CAUSES DEATH IS GONE AND THE LAW WHICH REVEALS OUR SIN WILL NO LONGER BE OUR JUDGE. HOW WE THANK GOD FOR ALL OF THIS. IT IS HE WHO MAKES US VICTORIOUS THROUGH JESUS CHRIST OUR LORD. 1Corinthians 15:51-58 For LindaMarie's Easter Inspirations Contest
I know you left me, But you're still around, How can it be, When you're in the ground. I loved you more than anyone, And you I really miss, The time we had is done, It ended without a kiss. Once I thought I felt you touch, Your cold hand on my face, The warmth is what I miss so much, I wish you weren't in that place. I couldn't feel you anymore, Since that first night, You were standing in the door, But something wasn't right. I already knew I lost you, Though you were right in front of me, There was nothing I could do, What happened was meant to be. You will always be in my heart, Your memory will always remain, They can never tear that apart, One day we will be together again. September, 4th, 2013
What was going through your head When you decided to end your life Did you consider your love ones at all Leaving behind your sons and wife Failing to show up for work on Monday Not calling or coming home that night Leaving your family frantic and scared So cruel of you to leave them in this plight You were reported missing to the police Your car found on Tuesday near Niagara Falls Witnesses seen you jump in the icy waters Just thinking about it.....my skin crawls Three weeks later, your body still not found Your wife is still struggling to stay strong Posting pictures of you in happier times Sorrow you left behind will be lifelong Now your boys will grow up fatherless Never understanding the reason why Damage done to them emotionally Tears of confusion and anguish as they cry A small community remains shell shocked The awfulness of it all is so hard to digest The reasons why we'll never truly know May your tormented soul now be at rest 12/ 09/ 2013 *A sad and true story, his children are in my son's school.
ALL THAT SIMPLE.. A lamp flickered, flickered, a weak vermillion. The old maid walked, walked a gait crocodilian. Lamp flickered more, dark room, no windows, she paced inches, sobre lump limbed and in torn rags. On the grumpy floor Flies buzzed on in profuse, greedy over an open sore A blessed grub busy on the mousse. The team o'er fed, fed happily on the oozing sore on her forehead parched, wiped her off the days of yore. She unlatched, unlatched the squeaky door like an insect she darted An insect almost no more. A wild light stabbed her face the lamp flickered no more... she closed her eyes, And nothing forever more. Stillness and silence, And that was all, death, Where all reach in resonance And yes, all that simple.
Sorrow chokes sanity in the brimstone fumes of Hell that consumes all but memory plastered against the walls of his cell. My mind can't comprehend... Perhaps he did wrong or mercy he did not lend, but here resides the angel of song. His wings are torn, tattered like his serenity when he fell into heat's scorn. Once he was beauty's epiphany. The shofar's sound dwindled to let screams take stage. The music he once kindled turned against him in bloody rage. Yet he will rise once more. The fallen creature in his cell and will play a new music's score telling of the angel in Hell.
Twas the worst call we could receive, or so we thought then It was latish in the evening, not long before ten "I need to speak to your husband if I may please dear" It's terrible news, the worst news I fear. Your mother is gone, her own life she has taken There was nothing we could do, your world must be shaken To get though the following few weeks was a trial But survive that we did and in fours months we did smile. Twas the worst call we could receive or so we had thought But a knock on the door once more our breaths caught "I need to speak to your wife I'm afraid sir, she will be shaken" Bad news her brother has gone, his own life he has taken. Twice in four months what was happening, who could tell? Neither one connected, it became a living hell No comfort to be found, no reason, no rhyme. Depression and guilt engulfed us for a time. There was nothing to be done for life has to go on There are more people involved, than just the one gone If they ever could have seen the devastation that they caused They would never have done it, they surely would have paused. But life isn't' like that, they were sick beyond belief As in sound minds they would never inflict grief Twenty-three years have passed, but not a week goes on by They are remembered and talked of, but now we don't cry. There is life after suicide, their children and families have proved Even though the memories that they left us, will always leave us moved. Going back in time with 'what ifs' does not help us or them And we pray to God every day, we never go through it again. ©~GG~14/11/2012
Life's journey is the climbing of stairs to heaven door entering returns peace, joy, and harmony to your spirit as the journey of life ends, you have another to explore As with the circle of life you start the climb full in spirit My perception of heaven
A citizen so upstanding In a lovely house on a quiet street With a specialty so demanding See his winning smile, watch his thriving fleet Admirable and commanding He incites their faith and invites their trust With credentials so outstanding He reveals no rage and conceals his lust Sinister and disgusting He lures them in with his cunning grin Innocent and so trusting They let him in without sign or hint Demented and perverted He ties them up and has his way Exploited and subverted They lie there crushed on sick display Psychotic and sadistic He wears a mask, a double life Before he goes ballistic And takes their lives, high on their strife But now he rots in prison Trapped in his thoughts and a padded cell. The mighty colonel has fallen And he'll fall once more when he lands in hell. *Based on true and horrifying events
Skies are dark and dreary, This day we won't forget; Ol' Ollie was our favorite, Far more than just a pet A naughty lil' imp, Knock-kneed and proud; Meowin' like a siren, Geez, that cat was loud! It was on this frigid morning, We lost our furry friend; Reality's stunning anguish, Death fails to comprehend Spoiled rotten and witty, You'd swear he was a dog; A happy treat to pacify, While sleeping like a log Looking on the good days, Diminished are the bad; We lost a friend forever, The best we've ever had Death never comforts, We failed to see your end; Our tears concede to obscurity, Farewell to a loyal friend...
Five free range chickens surviving earth's natural selection... Spring flowers began to emerge while "Hefei" and hens explored. Wary of snakes and possums, they moved about with caution. Hunting, pecking and scratching, together in one accord - One hen snuck into a pitched tent to lay her lovely eggs. Behind some plants over wintered in a place nice and warm. With shattered wing and broken shells, she felt survival plagues. She emerged escaping death this time, enduring deform. A few days later, she was gone, feathers strewn about. One hen, then, another hid…sitting on precious eggs. Within a month, the strutting rooster crowed his prideful shout. Nineteen little chicks scurried out close to two hens legs. ã June 7, 2012 Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Eggs, but NO epulaeryus Sponsored by: Black Eyed Susan
A bit of solitude she thought Just to rest her eyes a moment Then into the depths she slipped Sleep as if from heaven sent Pale beauty slept the time away Not a sound or movement made When the bells of evening call The blossom picked began to fade Repose as gentle as the night Though still bloomed a bit of day Her last breath just a gentle sigh And quietly she slipped away 5/17/14 For the Dream contest
Rob me of my purity, But once again it's all my fault; Fell into the trap of false promises Because I pressed play instead of pause.
~~ I struggle always with my memories, The long ago past is forever lurking; In a moment I am whispered back, And the pages of my life are fluttering. Fluttering in the misty winds of time, To where the joyful and painful burn; O but this is the key to who I am, And each memory has its own turn. Turn back the pages of my journey, I am a little girl playing and dreaming; O but to stay frozen in this memory, And to not ever know the pain of weeping. Weeping has always been my companion, I so often stand in a place of sorrows; Past the ornate gate and winding road, And the past shall haunt all my tomorrows. ______________________ August 16, 2014 Quatrain For the contest, Where Frozen Embers Still Burn, Gail Angel Doyle 8th Place
The same deadly story unfolds Mumbai, Pune, Varanasi Bombs rip apart our souls When will stop this atrocity They come in the form of Demons Kill in the name of God Nature created species and humans Why Humans created God? Bloated egos fill some minds Hatred makes the world go blind We are all born to die This is not the way, we cry Swear in the name of dead To slay in the name of God Dangerous game triggered by man The same God will destroy man
I remember it now Not all, but enough To understand how I am afraid to accept love Because some love hurts Especially the kind you gave The kind nobody deserves The kind that plants the seed of hate It matters little if you feel remorse Your guilt could never ease my pain The damage you did cannot be reversed I still wear the residue of shame And you will never have my forgiveness My hatred will be your only companion As you lie upon your deathbed Feeling frightened and abandoned You still won't even have my pity Pathetic as you are All you will ever be is what you did to me As I will always bear these ugly scars
Dada was everything to our youth Our wide faculty was his help Our recognition was his sooth Nobody does it than his rep Many youth he carried up there Without seeking any penny Many services he rendered For free. All of which we did see He was not a king or a prince Perhaps he was just a God sent To his community, king and prince... He begot not but was begot Mindful of his predicament But dare not showed it on earth Till that Friday night he drove out Of town and took to a scar oath The next hour we heard he had died And left us belated letter "Don't cry for me, for I had lied. ...I'll die now before later" *cry for...: Mourn 28/05/2013
I am a lullaby, soft, silk sheets surrounding your ears, such a lullaby that sways the mind to halt its gears. I am a lullaby, the pill your heart swallows to fall asleep, such a lullaby that makes Death sing when it comes to reap.
Rising out of bed as the sun peeks through the window Eyelids are a fluttering as she looks towards her side Another day to fear and what is she to make of it She wishes it were night again, so easier to hide Once when she was young she was playing with her dolls Dreams of growing older with a family of her own But the days went by and her reality became completely altered To loneliness, despair, and no one there to phone SEVEN BILLION PEOPLE and who is there to see Visions of what could have been, her heart has turned to stone No career, no wedding, no children, her world a tiny room Gasping out her final breath, across her lips a moan The hole is dug, the casket lowered, no one there to grieve What life was this, what purpose here, as rain falls on the grave Father McKenzie of the lonely, a tear rolls down his cheek Eleanor Rigby, another soul his prayers have failed to save
Powerful Mother Earth collects her due; Both beast's and mankind's earthly flesh alike. Requiring respect! What man lied claims to; Repossessed via her mighty strike.
I always thought you were like Pan Ageless,would never die But Deaths kiss came so swiftly You left us high and dry. No last farewell No parting words No comfort or compassion Death reared his head And covered you In a cold and heartless fashion. The hands of time turn so slowly But our minds spin out of control Replaying over and over again The departure of your soul But the tears we cry will not resurrect you Back to this cruel, hard place All we have are our thoughts of you And the memory of your face. (for my Cousin Ronnie Meese, tragically killed 07/27/11,aged 58)
That girl is poison Your heart trapped by desire She seems really sweet Yet she burns you like fire A vision in white With long flowing hair You know she's trouble But still you don't care She beckons you forward She says "taste my lips" Revealing her bosom Guides your hands to her hips Her magic fills you A pathway to death Once you taste Cyanide She takes away your breath
"A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I'll sell 'em for a dollar They're worth so much more after I'm a goner And maybe then you'll hear the words I been singing Funny when you're dead how people start listening." – The Band Perry (If I Die Young) Thanks for listening to the song I wrote Even before I'll leave one night into the soft mist For if it has the power to cure the deaf I'll fain go with dry lips not once kissed. I'll leave one solemn night into the soft mist When you and mother and father are all sleeping Weep not, dear: For I'll bring with me your brightest light. And you shall wake, light and unburdened, in the morning. Tomorrow marks exactly one year Since our twenty sixth birthday You hugged me like a good brother that you Are. But it irks me, things you used to say. Jones, Wilson, Joplin and Hendrix: True talents sure die young, don't they? Morrison, Cobain and Winehouse— One day I'll join them where beauty will never grey. Let me sing you a lullaby like mother always did. But promise me: Let me, once all my dirge ceases, deprived of all power, Leave silently, serenely into the soft mist; Following Azrael who knocks at an ungodly hour. Into the soft mist, I shall hopefully leave. Though forgive me if they all hear me Sob into the darkness when, smiling, I fly in a moonlit path like a nightingale set free.
A soldier breathing his last breath A scarred wife left behind A father-less son now contemplating death A son-less father losing his mind ~Christopher Thor Britt
There she lies with a smile on her tired face eyes closed taut to extinguish the sunlight. Occasionally she would peep just to touch base to say a few words then continue her fight. Summer was ending as momma's time was too each day was a struggle to take one more breath. Angels were calling as family tensions grew it was so tormenting waiting for her death. A day was spent talking to deceased loved ones venting all of her anger on ones who hurt her. Shocking revelation eventually stuns as shallow exhausted mind starts to transfer. Daily said I love you, it could be her last but she would always reply, I love you more. I persistently announced she was a blast and that I never thought her to be a bore. On the eve of her death I could feel it near her breaths became short, sketchy, and weak. Living without her, I felt tremendous fear as I lowered to kiss her frail-soft-creased cheek. I ran my fingers through wavy gray hair and held her face in my trembling small hand. Releasing her was more than I could bear the lump in my throat started to expand. Tears exploded all over my burning cheek never had I cried this much before. I was so overwhelmed I could not speak except for the words, I love you more…. Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey Seventh Place Winner ~ "Last words to a loved one" Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Gareth James Jan. 31, 2011
Like a ghost I flitter through the night keeping to the shadows abhorring the light Tears... Unrelenting grief The night camouflages and no one can see the shadow of the person that once was me The day lays me bare with nowhere to hide Where the raw pain and your memory collide Agony... Unrelenting grief Gone is the treasure of our history Evidenced in this lonely debris Only silence now reminisces with me Anguish....Unrelenting grief A penned art on vellum once tied in velvet ribbon What lies beneath me now the conclusion is written Droplets of amber have spilled upon this page They pool in the dirt here upon your grave Desolation...Unrelenting grief Remembering the touch of our feet Fingertips on my shoulder your breath on my cheek Early mornings recounting your dreams 25 years How oh how am I supposed to breathe Heartbreak...Unrelenting grief You took with you the heart of me My glory my purpose my identity You disappeared without a trace Hide and seek in an unfamiliar place Incertitude...Unrelenting Grief Can you hear them cry Oh Daddy why Gut wrenching wails Swollen eyes fail Empty...Unrelenting grief Till death do us part My husband your bride You parted I perished With your suicide Irrecoverable... Unrelenting grief
Who said, a soldier was born to die? Hitherto dose'nt prove hence who said why? Why do they yell and, do cry? For a man who reached ample high! Abode of eternity! Heaven of infinity! A soldier ,who live and die for the nation, Is not a forgettable or midget creation, He who died in this passionate passion, Left a noted precedent of noble division, Of his noble birth For his nation worth, In peace in war, who stand still, In rain,rage,rill,tempest,tornado,typhoon and fill, His soul with a righteous will, To bring back peace in country till, Comes serenity, Comes tranquility, I'm a soldier, born to live, for heavenly aim, Born to serve,defend, and earn eternal fame, My life is reserved hence not lame, Man of concrete, Soldier is my name, Don't matter, If I'd die, Tell my mom not to cry, Born to live, Not to Die. Written By Mohammad Shahid Hussain Chouhdry 1136 am 14 June, 2014
I know the end is coming soon their faces I can see For them I stood to say goodbye they gather now for me For months I've felt a disconnect a longing in my soul To see the one they took from me so very long ago From time to time the spirit world It opens up a door But as I try to pass within the opening… no more Oh darling whisper in my ear I know you're here with me Please say those words I long to hear then set my spirit free To feel your breath within my ear and hold you closely too Is all that I can think of now please tell me...I love you
FEELINGS Why is it that feelings that are deepest Are the hardest to convey? When a dear friend passes on We rarely know what to say. We mumble and we mutter And give out heartfelt hugs To the mother and the father And the family that shrugs. Though deepest love is in our being And sorrow deeply felt We ne'er know what to say That's truly, fully meant. Why can't we say out loud What's really in our heart And pass along those words Before the grave we must depart? c ELR 2013
The rains in fall on the Serengeti lands It's impending approach is in natures plans From barren to lush bringing droplets of pure Seasonal they are, but will it remain her renewing cure For we treat her lands so bad, so mean we don't console Will we ever understand to our neglect that we extol There will be a day, when these vast expanses turn to dust And humans and their wants, will turn their iron into rust We have to take a stand, before it's all to late And sit around the mediating table before we reach hell's gate Decisions for the good to be made for our futures kin As the heads of State's shake hands, from this room within Inspired by Wilma Neels poem "Renewal" ty. http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-15.php
I can hear you, I know you're there, You can hear me too, In this home we share. Are you someone I knew, Someone from the past, Can it really be true, When had I seen you last. Or did you live here, A long time ago, You, I do not fear, This I hope you know. Did you just pass away, Like most people do, Why do you stay, Was life taken from you. Was your life so tragic, That your spirit will remain, Just like a trick of magic, Your form you can regain. You might watch me at night, But I never have seen you, Will I recognize the sight, As a face that I once knew. Written by: Kelly Deschler Giorgio V.'s contest - "Impress Me", themes- spiritual / gothic?
Future Shock Scheming together years ago, before the weekly executions, dreaming of days we'd lift the fog of ignorance from the masses and paradigms of stagnation shifted with cerebral solutions. To no avail our heady course in theory only passes. We knew the day, the hour, the minute how texts would be rewritten. The generation of our spawn in classes they would read it. History so enthralling, with learning would they be smitten. Instead the propaganda beast so ravenous and we must feed it. The old men while away their time with tales of a foiled coupe, and students smile and avert their stare, it's better to be a number. The One he loathes such minions who wish to think or do, so all the day of arduous labor leads to fitful slumber. Yes you and I, my loyal friend, matyrs in the making, outwitting cowards that march us to the death of liberty. But threats and greed lead to your word finally forsaken. In brutal death at least my soul will wonder this world free.
It feels like a baseball to the face Or like alcohol on a bad scrape Shocking and completely out of place Making way for a hurried escape Death does not whisper or whine with pain It clings to the heart with sufferings Like a mixture of pelting gray rain Melting away all fortunate things It feels like a glimpse of rotting flesh Or like icicles along bare skin Dreadful beyond what might opt to thresh Creating fright about to begin Death doesn't try to reserve time It simply reaches out, latches on Like it has offers in the meantime For special moments that will not con It feels like a sickening rupture Or like tomorrow from tonight's song Nasty and similar to anger Preparing feelings that are all wrong Death is a humbling experience It makes you fathom you're powerless To change the mortality's grievance Leaving you alone with your conscious It is sinister and alarming Like a cold hand touching your own hand It clenches like it's out for blaming The fond feelings on the reprimand Death is a lonely and limp dwelling It makes you see your incompetence Pulls on tenderness of your heartstring Will death still discourage your conscience? August 9th, 2014 ©2014
Twice I saw a glimpse of heaven in separate dreams. In my youth, I saw a busy place with chariots and gold. But recently, I looked down at heaven from a hill; my soul gleams. There were small cottages on empty streets; there love did enfold.
It was now a hard truth Evil had reaped its fruits The world is now made up of melted bodies The result being of humankind's atrocities Everywhere lies death Nowhere can be seen health Pollution thrives Toxic wastes grow as bees in hives Life was destroyed To keep itself buoyed Man built himself an arc When there was no light, in the night's dark But water ran through And killed everyone, so true! Now only remained dead skeletons Floating around in millions Harsh word indeed Apocalypse is now the creed The Lord was not worried As they sowed, so have they reaped!
A kind and gentle woman was too soon called away now sorrow is upon your heart for this sad, sad day. A blessing to her family and to each loving friend so many tears from you flow to see this dear life end. Though your hearts are burdened and filled with pain and grief through faith in our Redeemer may you find comfort and relief. For all who came to know her and be part of her life she was a precious friend and sister a cherished mom and wife. Treasure all the memories that each one of you hold for now their blessed value is worth more than pure gold. Remember all the things you shared and all her special ways that made her mean so much to you and cherish all her days. Although she may be parted from this earthly life she has been freed from worry her troubles and her strife. In the company of angels she's watching over you and knows how much you love her know that she loves you, too. With assurance through God's precious gift know that when your days here end once more you'll see this beloved wife sweet mother and dear friend. This is dedicated to Sandy, who passed away Sunday, January 18, 2009. She was a dear and precious friend for over 20 years of my sister and brother-in-law Linda and Tom Haill and Beloved wife and mother of John and Phil and special to all who had the great fortune to know her.
Free will and choice, we think we know, the high road calls our name. But man's destruction arises low in a part we just can't tame. And evil's there, in quiet repose, we rap it's hollow door. And here we sit for what we chose as they tally the final score. Of all the battles we fought within, none matter but the last. An epic struggle set to begin from which our destiny is cast. In the afterlife of death's staid pale, too late to take a stand, will eternity be in heaven or hell? We must await the upper hand.
It has been standing here forlorn: Now a burning house on fire; None's here to rush or shout for help: There's None for it a crier… A gloomy place this has been For past a year and score; I've known this place since kidship days: It never felt so sore. What else can I but do, Than watch and not respond— I feel the attachment weighing me down Now while I slouch in despond… (Quick! Fetch some water—do someone— I shall be its Crier— But it burns with much vigor— Flames are rising up higher) It's always stood separate from all, In a state of mortal plight; I never, ever before, saw it Glowing thus, so bright.. …So, here I see a picture of How my thoughts could Clash, And witness in silence now, It's disbanding to Ash…
Once before, I had walked down a red carpeted isle to glimpse your solemn face, a memory forever mine. Why fate had to be so vile, I still can't comprehend, and yet here I stand before your shrine. I had thought of the future, of what lay ahead, and it stung. I would tread an isle again, without you. My supposed joyful day would be my dread. My white gown would bear sorrow's stain. Still, I could envision it: beside a rocky shore, in the rain, ravished by the wind, beneath a veil of thunder… Would you have thought it foolish lore? This fantasy and chase after nature's wonder? NO! You would also have seen it, wouldn't you? The ocean rising violently like a stampede of wild mustangs, the wind racing for its destination: adventures new, the heaven's shower baring its fangs? Or would you have had me trod in a valley under crystalline dusk and precipices, appearing unbroken, all smiles and glee, along the isle of roses?
The dead red barn and dark dead shed, Betwixed and between we fare to die-- The broken windmill fills the fallow hill. In the never-ending wend of wind The salt-spray frays once-baited nets - We thus discuss the rough of sea Against men's centered strength of will-- This spill of will predictive still When man must conquer monster tourqoise blue, Wed by tempests true--to the red dead barn, The dead dark shed and fallow hill; Betwixed and between--it's there we fare to die.
Eyes that cry in anguish, Uncertain and alone. Seeking some solution And searching for a home. When we used to play as kids, In contentment's warm embrace, Was the smile I saw each day But a mask upon your face? Haunting memories past, Trapped in voracious pain. A chance to fill an empty heart, You push a needle in your vein. You become the living dead, But pain rises from its grave. The tortured mind seeks freedom, While the needle makes a slave. Each night you come and go, Looking worse for the wear. Life hangs by finest thread, To you it's of no care. Everyone gives up on you, They say nothing can be done. Your tears have gone from hate to pain, To the tears of opium. Why escape the chains that hold so tight? Arms dependence is soothing bliss. Once you have had just one taste, You will crave the dragon's kiss. A lost orphan in a cruel world Cast aside by your mother. The needle becomes one with your flesh, So death is now your lover. As you dance with the shadow of death, I wish I could stop the tragic harm; To the little girl who played with me, As she injects death into her arm. I'm afraid one day you won't return From the misty eyed walk in the night. With your needle as your boarding pass, You go forth to take the Devil's flight. No more pain left to feel, No more sights left to see; Nothing but vague memories Of my friend who played with me.
Twenty brand new angels arrived just yesterday. Frightened and confused they only wished to stay with parents now left empty, and shattered beyond belief. Their babies' precious little lives stolen by a spineless thief with evil in his heart, and killing on his mind. Dear God where are you now? It's getting hard to find a reason for the carnage, and the acts of the insane. Can we still find eternal love surrounded by such pain? Now twenty brand new angels who only yesterday did die, and with them, too, the innocence. Why, dear God, why? for the Sandy Hook children. RIP.
Sherry was a junkyard pup. She loved to run and play. A gift to me, lifted up. A blessing came that day. Down the play yard slide she slid. She loved to roll in dirt. Obedient. Never hid. Played rough, but never hurt. "Go find a stick." my command. We had fun at the park. First I'd chase her, then she, me. Her eyes had that spark. My first dog at age nineteen. Oh furry little ball. Learned to count from one to ten. She, a sad girl's cure-all - My purebred German shepherd Had purebred little pups. Afterward we had her spayed. She died, life's bitter cups. © July 9, 2011 Dane Smith-Johnsen Written for Poetry Soup Member contest: Pick a Pet Sponsored by: Francine Roberts
Sweet virgin, with the tenderest eyes, We will burn together at the stake. For all the dreams we tried to douse, That have kept us both awake. For I fell into your temptress arms, Like a child falls into a well. Like angels fall from the sky, Like the innocent fall into hell. Sweet virgin, with the tenderest lips, And a smile that careens my soul. We stand together before the crowd, In a flame that swallows us whole.
When death comes what would you do? I will say my time is not due, Come back for I`m still in my prime, Care for my kids I need more time. When to give up , I have no clue When death comes what would you do? I would go on my knees to pray, To leave loved ones is no child`s play. Saying goodbye will cause much pain though it`s been rough, but I`m still sane, When death comes what would you do? Just like two extremes ,pain and joy cannot glue. I appeal to you to go for my lovely foe, though my hatred for mankind is so low, I still have a picture in my heart which I drew, When death comes what would you do?
The Grim Reaper came to call But found I was not at home Skydiving in my freefall Below the reaper did roam While out white-water rafting With a frightening scythe he stood My demise he was planning Secrets held beneath his hood Upon the shore he waited As I fished in the ocean I knew my time was dated As he set wheels in motion He follows me all the time His presence I can't ignore As through life's journey I climb There's so much left to explore He will come for me one day And there'll be no turning back He'll not find me in dismay As his scythe takes its whack Another soul he must claim And he knows that more will come Artists take their shot at fame As the Reaper beats his drum *Inspired by Emily Dickinson's "Because I Could Not Stop for Death" Entry for PD's "Dark Woods" contest
O luckless maid! such beauteous blush with modest blandishments did'st flash to woo a Prince o'erthrown, in madness' grasp! Still-born, ne'er meant to flourish, true love was the hapless prey, Polonius lay cold, extinguish'd in the Dane's misguided sway. It drove thee mindless, to a frenzy, death thy only destination, borne by rippling river's eddy to thy final resting place.
One of us is already dead, One of us is still living, I can't get out of my head, All the love you keep giving. For one of us, our blood is cold, For one of us, our blood is hot, My life continues to unfold, While you have begun to rot. One of our hearts is still beating, One of our hearts is now silent, We have to wait, I keep repeating, But, somehow you remain defiant. Your soul will continue to roam, Your soul mate will always be here, Here, you shall always have a home, So, please, please, just stay near. I know that you are my soul mate, I know that I am yours forever, I promise we'll meet on a future date, We are entwined, and that you cannot sever.
Raindrops now fall from a coal black sky Tears of the stars that are hidden from sight; They weep over Earth and the actions of Man That turned sunny days into eternal nights. Their planet was scorched; all life is gone, The concept of peace consumed by Man's pride. War never ceased, for hate could not rest Until all the haters--and lovers--had died. No wonder we aliens never once spoke. Quarrelsome humans are no better than beasts Fighting for resources and material gain... Do such selfish creatures deserve sweet relief? How fitting the humans destroyed their own home So that they could not spread their needless pain To the peace-filled worlds beyond their Earth. Proof that Creator God is sane.
Every year she returns to the scene This place in question where life has been mean On muddy banks down by the waterline Alone in her tomorrow's, solitary resigned Having already lost her husband in his freedom fight No mother should enter this fateful night Her baby, her son, that a mother sees to grow Wandered from her safety to that fast water flow All innocent and fearless little steps slowly walk In playful surrounds just barely in talk Noises up ahead attract this mind to peek see So curious they are when they get a chance to break free Down an unclimbable bank he faces his lure Once a slow flowing stream soon to take natures pure Yesterdays storms allowed the heavens to cry Whilst his mother kneels down and still asks herself why In her hand she clasps a bunch of Roses so red Tears fill her eyes knowing her tomorrow's lie dread Once again she looks back, facing a mothers fear A last glimpse of the flow, feeling her lost sons tears http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-5.php
It came to me that night to take me to its home But indeed it appeared just a little too late For when it showed up, I had already packed and gone And I had previously arrived at its place
Here I am, it all ends here Just because he had a beer "Be careful hon" my mother said And because of him, I'll soon be dead Never did I down a drink But the pressure made me think Just one drink, it couldn't hurt But I chose water in all it's worth Apparently he chose the same But too soon, he sank in vein Just one drink was all he thought One fun night was all he sought Oh his car, it sped so fast And then it hit with one large blast My mind it raced among all things The pain it brought the sharpest stings There I saw my body lay And from about I heard him say "Oh no what have I done It was just one drink, was only one" Pinned between his car and mine Layed a life on the line Just because he choose to drink For the rest of you, please choose to think Save a mother from all her tears Take away a fathers fears Spare a family all the pain Save a life, hold the rain
I'm in the house all alone. (She is no where near alone in this house.) I hear the ringing of the phone. (And believe me its not just a mere mouse.) I answer, but oddly there is no one there. (Not even a dial tone, will she hear on the line.) I think this is more than the average scare. (When this is over, not even her body, they'll find.) I hang up and turn around, eyes open wide. (My decaying corpse I shall let her see.) I realize suddenly I'm trapped inside. (Tell whomever you want, but no one will believe.) Even though I'm locked inside, I still try to flee. (I slam the door, there is no escape here!) Oh why, oh why won't this ghost let me free? (Oh how I love the smell of her fear!) Oh Lord I wish I could take back that night. (She should never have been drinking.) When I ran her down in drunken delight. (What was wrong with her, what was she thinking?) I got out of the car to see what I had hit. (I lay on the road a crumpled heap.) In my stupor I pick her up so I can take her to a fresh dug pit. (She throws me carelessly in the back of her Jeep.) I now see for the wrong I've done I MUST make amend. (Breathing hard with sweat beading on her forehead.) I grab my chest as my life suddenly comes to an end. (Eye for an eye we're even now that she too, is dead.) For the Duo's Game, Thanks John Loving III for tapping us!!! Sandra Hudson & Sami Al-Khahili, You both are next!
Oh bloody and evil Catherine de Medici. The queen has acted impetuously. Thousands have died because of her demands. Witness her red bloodstained hands. A wedding is a time of joy and jubilation. Instead, there is death and devastation. She thought the Huguenots would seek retaliation. It started with an attempted assassination. An attempt was made on Admiral Gaspard de Coligny. He led the Huguenot protestant party. Catherine took some Machiavellian action. She wanted to eradicate this rebellious faction. There had been widespread death throughout the land before. Peace brought an end to civil war. Margaret de Valois had married Henry of Navarre. Once again, hostility permeated the air. Killing spread from Paris to the countryside. In just a few months, thousands had died. No bloodier episode had ever been seen. The culpable party was the evil queen. I thank Wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for information I obtained to write this poem.
Can it be? After all this time? In my dream I float through a home. Here, where I left my soul without a shrine in grime. This corridor... my heart turns to stone. My feet won't turn around nor will they stop at my bid. My mind conforms to chaos, yet my body is sound. I seem to be in some monotonous state of allure so timid. The darkness illuminates the sorrow of the disintegration I threw away, in vain. I reach the door I locked years ago and my panic boils at what I can't face again. Behind the door would be all I lost. Everything I left behind not to stagnate. Now a haunting voice sings to melt the frost of the decision I made in the countenance of fate. To my horror I possess the key to the past. The lock is rusted and welded, to my relief. Now I recognise the ghost's song, and joy is engulfed fast... Memories erupt... I remember... I murdered her in grief...
When our own planes were commandeered And used against our own, Three thousand good folks met their deaths On that first day alone. These fathers, mothers, husbands, wives Were innocent of wrong. We watched in horror as they died And had reactions strong. Attacks on these United States Cannot go unavenged. Decade of war and villain's death, We now feel we've revenged. Our way of life was tipsy-turned, In ways we couldn't know On that horrendous, deadly day Eleven years ago. January 12, 2013
In cages, vaults, and treasure chests, behind an oaken door well barred lay pearls and diamonds, amethysts, and once live things, which he had scared. Oh yes, he loved them all to death in cages, vaults and treasure chests even those who had lost their breath were mauled, caressed and had no rest. Each doll-like corpse now sat as guest within the horror chamber's store in cages, vaults and treasure chests upon silk cushion on the floor. One day he'd die and lie entombed draped with jewels without protest in this vault where specters loomed in cages, vaults and treasure chests.
Estephania was the Spanish horse, with a chestnut coat and mane and a lighter long tail...and she ate alfalfa for strong teeth and bones. She was domesticated, losing her liberty and neighing she showed keen ability: to spot dangers on a perilous path... Estefania even stopped for a stranded cat. In summertime she fed mostly on grass, but bees stung her many times to protest, and struggling to get them off her tail... she hit a shrilling raven in the head. And feeling sorry for the dying bird wincing, Estefania licked his semi-open eyes...giving him a little comfort as he folded his wings; and whinnying she wept a river of tears.
"Depression" From the darkness of my soul I rise To this life's putrid lies As morning light beckons My weary mind awakens Although the sun is bright Where all you see is light My day is shining dark I cannot find a spark My heart is heavy as I wash n dress All manner to impress With shirt and tie Bright lips and eyes Hiding my sorrow deep within Departing souls my only kin My eyes so bright you'll never know Your joy has become my foe And when my eyes are teared For nothing to be feared You wonder why I cry You walk away and sigh A friend indeed is all I need To share compassion's seed Hold my hand in darkest times Help me once again to hear the chimes For I am want to die But truly this is just a lie For all I really crave Is someone save me from my grave From the darkness of my soul I rise Yet another day for me to despise I take the blade and contemplate Who decides upon my fate
War is just a means tae a' end Deaythe's the price o' life. Famine comes upon black horse fillin the gullet o' Deaythe's strife. War is just a means tae a' end Deaythe's the price o' life Power swings War's blood red swuird the weak an' the old suffice. War is just a means tae a' end Deaythe's the price o' life. Conquest raises mighty bow crownin' Kings with rare delight. War is just a means tae a' end Deaythe's just the price o' life on pale horse the banshee rides binna matter what your fief. In deayth we fertilize the field Life is aw an' Deaythe's real. *In the style of Robert Burns
A baby fawn leaps into the meadow, I hold my breath and try not to scare. I watch in beauty as she grazes, And smile as she becomes aware. She stares at me intensley, Eyes deep with young innocence. She slowley goes back to her grazing, Her ears flickering to my presence. She takes a sip from the stream, Before she frolicks toward the trees. She looks back at me one last time, Then hops through the autumn leaves. An emptyness sets inside me, For now the fawn is gone, Left out all on her own, To defend herself towards harm. To know i can't protect her, Sets my stomach in unease. But I tell myself she's happy, As free as the flowing breeze. Because sometimes to hold on, Can hurt the one you love, And even the sadness of her being gone, She will be pain free from up above.
So many years of memories they gather here for me Each time I come to visit you your spirit sets them free The silence here is so profound my thoughts so clear and true Perspectives are in harmony there all in tune with you I wish that I could turn back time and hold you once again To run my fingers through your hair and see your lovely grin I long for days so long ago when we were young at heart We couldn't know a day would come when we would be apart One day My Love I'll come to stay forever be with you We'll walk in places yet unknown the sadness we'll undo
A moment of silence Reflection of heart Feelings so intense So sour and tart A moment of silence Stiffening of life Feelings so tense So full of strife A moment of silence Surviving of souls Feelings on the fence As the bell tolls A moment of silence For all those lost Feelings so immense And for what cost? February 2010
I was born underwater with lungs oversized, With gills immature in a world full of smog, I'm filling petition to be cauterized, And end other chapter in life's fragile log. I was born black and white with extremities gray, The plaintiff accuses what I might hide, It's nothing but SOUL constantly at play, With spoonfuls of turquoise rolling down off life's slide... Implosion of rainbows will probably be The cause of my passing unknown and alone. When thrown overboard and deep into sea I'll finally return to my home long time gone... I've moved in a place with no windowless chamber, Where time has no meaning and waiting is painless, If I had any hopes, I swear - don't remember... And don't recognize him, his sorrow is senseless. I have died underwater, reborn in blue nights, Don't need oxygen to play with the whales. Remember when watching those great Northern Lights That Mother is smiling behind Nature's veils. for Constances contest "Mother"
I held back when I could have gone forward Since I was a child I felt cornered and tortured And every attempt to change was a bluff, since On my hands and feet I put the heavy cuffs – Because of fear I said 'yes' many times when I could have said 'no' What my life would have been like I will never know I remained seated when I could have stood up I willingly lapped up the poison oozing from my death cup – Because of fear I went left when I should have gone right, and I shut my eyes when they should have been open wide I smiled silently when I should have cried, and although I have not met my death yet, many times I died – Because of fear
I sigh my song of loss Profound sense of frustration At your hair now brittle and coarse Which fuels my sense of desolation You've been old my whole life But strong in belief – and mind Never guessed it could come to this Or that I'd possess thoughts this unkind Horrified by suffering Amazed by the little things Your paper-thin delicate skin Each revelation acts like bee stings Malignant emotions Swollen with a sense of shame Loved ones try to absorb your pain Yet I'm searching for someone to blame Ocean frost in my heart I clutch to such small details Firm grip or large blue eyes open Former comfort of my hometown fails May 5 you turned 95 Autumn has moved to winter When did I last see my Grandma? Easter Monday: for that I'm bitter Church associations Are hard for me to accept Just like cellular atrophy It represents what I wish to reject
The mushroom cloud stunk up the smog, And milled the metal into the ground. We were left with all our hairs blown off, Soot black, standing without a sound. All of the earth was madly aflame, Like the wick of a thick, drooping candle. People were pulling their skin off of the pavement, As you grinned with the pride of a vandal. We stood alone, like Adam and Eve, Like Noah after the Flood. When they all died out, you kissed my forehead, And parted the sea of blood. Then you took my mangled hand in yours, And we walked beyond the gloom. You had held the gaze of my vulnerable eyes, And all you said was, "Boom."
CURSED IF NOT TAKEN FIRST 'Tis this stand I and swear to thee Before she goes Lord please take me That these eyes of mine born of blue Not see the day when I curse you She may not want now to stay But first, beg I, take me away Wherever bound that I may be Please my Lord, first take me Spare me the loss of a woman whose inner beauty shone A lady unlike most or many grown Forgiveness was her credo known And pray thee I……..leave me not alone Please cause not a rift far too wide That my disdain shall not abide My soul seeks solace by you, my Lord But losing her is a price I cannot afford So raise not an anger within me That her son's belief no longer be So before her death be your decree Please, my Lord, first take me © 2012 copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~ (words written in honor of a woman, my mom, Mrs. Rita Cohan, whose grace preceded her, and whose kindness was widely known)
Premature gosling, broken from the egg, gasp for breath in primordial refuse. Blindly search for your absent mother's leg; shiver until death's caress sets you lose.
I awoke the morning after And remembered I must be strong The pain came again like lightning How did it go so very wrong? I am no stranger to discomfort My heart often bruised and torn Today the worst I must endure Of these trials character is born.. I thought to hold you in my arms And kiss your newborn face But away you flew with angel's wings Leaving only a bonnet of pink lace....
Am I nothing more Than an ominous date A wisp of genetic wonder A curse of conscious fate Behold the burden Nestled in newborn hair Innocent eyes etched Into life's coarse lair Is there nothing more Than this tactile plight Torn tears of birth's bliss My fingers weep sight Is she nothing more Than death's deciduous seed Baptized by superstition Comfort's posthumous need Who will hold her When my embers grow cold The walls of winter creep closer And the silence grows bold What have I done This curse that I share Too buried to breathe Too naked to bare How can I tell her Forever stalks our door That there is no tomorrow For life is nothing more
I killed a mosquito and watched it die in agony Choice-less action; I had to commit this felony Slow death, a wing broken, tiny body crushed Legs entangled; no tears, I didn`t even blush Life`s not a gift, the price is paid in blood It will be taken and get mixed up with mud We eat and eat until eventually we are eaten No winners in this game, we`ll all be beaten My soul is heavy with the things I`ve seen Feels like for eons on this earth I`ve been Ready to pay my fee, I`m standing on the shore Come, collect your fee, I wish to play no more
day dusk dawn sun moon earth when i'm gone what i'm worth
I told you to ask her does she love me But I didn't know that you do Had I known this to be true I might have fell in love with you I told you to ask her does she love him I hated to think what they could do Had you told me then we would have been through And then I'm sure I'd have fallen in love with you I told you to ask him does he love her I felt so bad I didn't know what to do But you couldn't hurt me and said it wasn't true You lied for them and kept my love from you
I search for you, every night While darkness envelops me To find your face in starry light Death has set your spirit free My hollowed eyes fill with tears As I explore the dark for you Memories flow from many years The life we lived floods through Stretch my hand into the sky To touch your ghostly face My fingers tremble, I start to cry A vision floating, I must trace This quiet dance, a purposed cause To hold your love so tight Know your gone, a life to pause This fragile heart I fight A nightly scene of loneliness This death I can not flee To fill the void of emptiness Your face with tears I see 7/3/14
It has been many years since his daughter was lost If he could bring her back, he would at all costs Ever since that day he has wandered and roamed Turned his back on his family, and their loving home His life on the road left him dishevelled and broke When he thinks back to the past, it leaves him in choke Another day on his lonesome travels A stranger he meets and their discussions unravel This old man he has met all mysterious and dark Told him of times going back as far as the Ark Tales of the Templar's and Merlin the Magician After hearing the mans story he began to begin "I lost my daughter a number of years ago She drowned whilst on holiday under a still water flow I couldn't comprehend the loss of her life The pressure of living, I left my home and my wife" "What would you do if your girl could be returned Have you ever wondered if fate could be unearned If this was possible, would you offer your life For your daughter to return to her mother your wife" "Remember, many years have passed her death by For her past to be relived, there is a reply Knights of the ages will descend from their dark They will then strike you down, as you begin your embark" "My life I have not lived for many a year For me to lose mine, I gladly volunteer I will die happy for all eternity Knowing my daughter will grow old, as it should be" The old man chants a script of the past Of an ancient time when fate was cast The power of they to be able to reverse To balance their return, they have to reimburse "Midnight skies will turn to purple cobalt blues Six Templar Knights will stand and surround you At your request they will strike you down On the sixth stroke, you will face your death gown" "A light will appear of which you'll travel through But before you do, a young girl runs to you Your daughter, in pink and red will run from the light She'll run through your soul, as your sleep starts tonight" The old mysterious man continues on his way As he passes a house on a hot Summers day In the garden there sits, a daughter and mother Discussing the loss of her father, as they begin to recover She tells of the day whilst on holiday years ago My husband your father, lost under a still water flow As we comprehend the loss of his life Leaving behind his daughter and wife
Oh Mum: Oh mum I'm so sorry I have to send this to you You never wanted me to go, but I am not one of the few Oh mum, remember when you kissed away my pain I wish you could do that once more - yes again. I'm so sorry mum on the day we did part I remember your bravery even though I'd broken your heart. The noise and the wet here and the terrible smell I never believed your teachings of hell… But I now know there is hell on earth I'm here for a while for what it is worth Remember when I had a stick for a gun We played at war as children, it was such great fun. I wanted to be a hero or soldier at best A hero with a gun, and bullet proof chest… You soothed and cajoled but I never did change Oh mum how I wish this wasn't so strange… Remember when you wiped away my secret tears I was angry you saw back then I had fears. The rain is mingling mum, with tears running now If only you could wipe them from me, someway, somehow. The stench is overpowering the noise is intense The bombs all around, dead men hung on razor-wire fence. The death and destruction is all around I'm floating and falling my thoughts do abound. Oh mum, I wish I had listened to you The glory I thought would be mine - and yours too Be proud of me mum but I feel so helpless and small I am not sure now- but I think I will fall. I love you mum and I remember it well The storms after dad died but you managed so well You did a good job that's what I like to think You saw me through boyhood, manhood and drink. I am here mum, I signed up I know I left you that day I thought it would be fun like when I used to play Here is death and destruction, and I don't want you to read this But I must say good-bye mum, your love I do miss. The kisses you gave, you never did falter. You watched over me, and I think I did alter... I came to this war a man, I never realised the boy was still there mum Today mum my last; I am your frightened little son. My fears are now that without me, will you cope? Without me mum - there is no false hope I love you so much more everyday But it's time to say goodbye and I feel today is that day…. I wrote this after doing my family tree and found one of my great Uncles, the only one of thirteen siblings signed up and went to WWW1, not needing to do this as they were farmers. He died in the last week in France ©GG 18/07/2012
A broken heart can happen to anyone at any age. Mine came just when our lives were poised to turn another page. Twenty years of love and marriage with three children almost grown. We were looking forward to a life with the two of us alone. We had planned a short vacation without a single child in tow. Though invited they had plans with friends and didn't want to go. We would celebrate the 4th with them and my birthday seven-seven. Our July anniversary was coming, anticipation was a given. The morning of July 4th he brought my coffee to my bed. I was off to work for a few hours. "Hurry home," was all he said. I was finishing up the bookwork, without a single worry. The phone rang. I thought it would be he, just urging me to hurry. His friend had made the phone call and he wouldn't tell me why. He said I must come to the hospital, hung up the phone without goodbye. A doctor was waiting for me to tell me my love was dead. My head spun and I fainted without hearing all he said. I don't know why God took him just before our holiday or why my love was buried on my forty-fourth birthday. A lifetime of loving dreams condensed to brief report in this short rhyme. That's how I know a broken heart can come at any age or time.
As little John went out to play On a warm, beautiful, and sunny day He heard his mother to him say "I love you, my little John." And then quite tall her Johnny grew His graduation cap he threw She said "My son, I say adieu, and I love you, my little John." He visited her in the town of St. Beth Around her wrapped the arms of death She uttered with her final breath "I love you, my little John..."
Rastafari certainly was a young man of magnificent talent indeed... He praised God, as Abraham did, in his chant and dance with true glee, Bob Marlyn and Peter Posh helped him become a raggae star; some folks thought he was crazy with those long, braided hair. Since ninenteen-seventy when hippies abounded, and revolted against the American Government with protest... Rastafari wrote great songs of many themes for the oppressed and poor who were denied civil liberties in their own land. Listen to those songs, feel the vibrant beat in the his unique music and walking in his shoes you can sing with him and become his friend, because Rasatfari dreamed of seeing all peoples embrace around the troubled world... has he died in vain or left an indelible legacy for those adoring his everlasting beat?
Today, it just doesn't seem fair That we are still able to breathe. They have given us their air- Our duty to lead the life they leave.
Trying to make sense of senseless murders... among the flock there seem to be a few without remorse they want their name for all to see no matter what the course so silently they await the day they've planned down to the minute misfortune soon has it's way with the poor souls caught up in it and families left to grieve alone while a killer still remains with empty eyes and face of stone he most certainly is insane but deep within his twisted mind lies coherence with evil purpose psychopaths aren't well-defined yet another will surely surface
The wheel of life keeps turning every day Birth, life and then the subsequent decay All living things must return whence they came The pattern always remaining the same All living things start life's journey at birth Become adult through the process of growth They then participate in reproduction Thus creating the next generation Life then continues daily in this world Until old age and illness take their toll Lastly, all must face death's reality That brings a final end to life's journey The wheel goes through a full revolution With each and every new generation Whatever is alive will someday die This will surely happen as time goes by
Herein the throes of our family's tragedy, Herein our woeful daze, we're not the defeated Nor victors; Simply the bearer's of tragedy. Yes, Jonas was here; Thence we're the cheated.
Everything that Jane could see beyond the gate was dried up and dead, everything as far as she could see! The lofty trees had all their leaves, but they were black and withered. The once graceful branches were tangled and twisted. There was no living thing in sight, not even birds flew above the inert land. Only the wind was heard by Jane, and nothing else! And permeating all of it, was a foul odor of rot and death. "How can this be?" she asked herself, "Only a gate apart, a single wall away, there is such abundant life, and here all is dead." "There is no incident of nature that could have caused this!" It couldn't have been a drought, she thought, for it had rained the night before, nor could it have been a fire. The earth was dead below her feet and also all which was above it. Yet, she could not help but see, the beauty of the shape of the sprawling landscape— The carefully trimmed and winding bushes, the newly planted flower beds, the elegantly lined and soaring oaks and pines which once adorned the royal Promenade. They were all dead, though. As if a furious ghost had passed above this place at its full prime, and smothered in one instant all its life, and left it still and desolate.
My mortality is speaking Breaking words over my bed A cracked ceiling for comfort Speckled reflections unsaid My mortality is speaking Undaunted and unknown Days numbered for posterity Chiseled into nameless stone My mortality is speaking Conspicuously confined Patiently plodding Stalking a paralyzed mind My mortality is speaking Breaking silence with death Blinking in affirmation This is my last breath
Rappelez-Vous (English translation below original French) Rappelez-vous les petits fils Qui ecoutaient leurs grand-peres Raconter des histoires d' infanteries Et de battailles de la premiere guerre. Rappelez-vous des braves garcons Qui s'imaginaient etre des soldats, Qui plus tard servaient le drapeau American En tant que veritables soldats. Rappelez-vous des pauvres parents Qui ont recu des telegrammes et des lettres, Et qui apres ont place indefiniment Des etoiles d'ors aux fenetres. Rappelez-vous de chaque petite amie Qui esperait un jour se marier Avec son beau voisin-ami Qui ne va jamais plus rentrer. Rappelez-vous des nouvelles jeunes veuves, Avec ses petits orphelins des peres, Qui devaient subir les enormes epreuves D'elever leurs enfants sans l'aide des peres. N'oubliez pas les anciens jeunes garcons— Les chanceux qui ont survecu Et regardent souvent les horizons lointains Cherchant leures ami-fantomes qui ne sont jamais revenues. Remember Remember the grandsons Who listened to their grandfathers Tell stories of infantries And battles of the first war. Remember brave boys Who pretended to be soldiers Who later served the American flag As real soldiers Remember the poor parents Who received telegrams and letters And who afterward indefinitely placed Gold stars in their windows. Remember each girlfriend Who hoped to marry someday Her handsome neighbor/friend Who will never come back again. Remember the new young widows, With their little fatherless children Who had to undergo the enormous ordeals Of raising children without a father's help. Don't forget the former young boys- The lucky ones who survived, And often look at the far horizons For their phantom-friends that never returned.
Finally! Rest! Beneath gray stones I lay. Will Heaven call? Or will hell have its way? Will I sleep now, in peaceful state this night? Put here I was by my hand to no delight to still chilled world from those who held cruel cheer. Who'll gather now? Whose heart will shatter here? Eternal place, I've nothing left to save. Don't cry for me! I'm happy in my grave.
Letter to Mum and Dad Dear Mum, Dear Dad, you're gone from my life. I remember you now as a good husband and wife. Dad, I saw you lay there. Lifeless, quite still. The shocks that they gave you, zapped at my will. When I touched you, your body, still warm, lips blue. A far cry from the father, the man I once knew. Your cheeks in contrast, stood out, quite bold. Your hand I touched. That memory I hold. Mum, I never saw you, when you passed away. You were alone in your bed, so it's for you that I pray. I remember you most, for the love that you gave me. Always caring, never judging, I wished I could save thee. Now that you're gone, I don't feel alone. You're the best parents in life, this child could have known. So it's with you in memory, my life has begun. I remain as always, your ever loving son.
I sadly wear a crown of thorn Upon the cross I am lifted To this end was I born Repentance, I have gifted.
Into the graveyard I walk all alone Save the spirits that follow me at times The gravestones show dates that are very old Seems the church saw me and begins its chimes All at once the ground does begin to shake And up the ghosts and spirits come to fright They scare me nearly to death, fly at me My fellow spirits join them with their might I run and hide behind an old dead tree But the owl gives up my true whereabouts And they all plow right through my lost being Fear brings out my soul and I start to shout I'm torn from my body, flowing around They now force me into the ground alright Into the depths of hell to burn always Because I entered the graveyard at night Russell Sivey
My night palace is a dark abode, a mortal passage to salvation. I play the day just as I'm told, until night's invitation. Paternal guidance at night sublime, dead days are simply props. But night brings life into it's time, mine starts when their life stops. Blood tells all in many ways, my passenger confides. Those who think crime truly pays, wind up as blood-splotched slides. So murder, greed, and godless souls stray down that darkened trail. I'll be there when your bell tolls and we'll see who goes to hell...
The sun hung low over the valleys girth, ready to enter the bosom of the earth. Dust rose up into the blood red sky, a line of horses moved as if to fly. At the end of the forest they hastily turned, towards the enemy as they firmed. Then at a gallop they approached, man and horse lives to be poached. Swords glinted as they were sharply raised, towards the enemy they came unfazed. With a sickening thud they fell in the mud, as they were mowed and death was sowed. Horses and me just floundered about, some did scream and others did shout. Crimson breath bubbled as they lay huddled, horsemen now rested for they had been tested. Medics attended as others commended, at a charge that was supposedly splendid. Horsemen stood before their wounded steeds, and put an end to their heroic deeds.
This was written in 2009.....I never gave it to him: IF ONLY I HAD BEEN MORE LIKE HIM A man of infinite intellect told me to start thinking about thinking And believe me that his is indisputable intelligence The only problem is too much of the time I am thinking about drinking Or doing the distinctly dishonest thing with duly deemed diligence So I decided to write these words for no good reason at all The only reason for scribing this is because I felt it was what I was supposed to do I've discovered it's difficult to think when you're banging your head on a wall And thinking about doing the right thing, to me, is a concept too brand new So I am sitting here thinking about thinking with dedication Yet with perseverance I am perceiving the dark and the dim This man of infinite intelligence spoke words with an important implication And I am also thinking about my father and how advantageous it would be if I were more like him Jeff! Too late now, sadly
This house of mine is getting old; Its paint is chipped and peeling. The roof has leaks, the chimney leans, And there are cracks across the ceiling. Foundation's gone, the floor sags Almost beyond repair. This house of mine is falling down, But, somehow, I don't care. This house has been subjected to Abuse in many forms. It stood the test for years and years, And has weathered countless storms. This house of mine is property On which I can't improve. This house of mine is getting old, But, soon, I'm going to move.
At last I pulled away from her, As she still sat gawkily on my bed. She caught my arm as I tried to evade The wanton hurt of the unsaid. "I care little for your person," she muttered, indifferently, "I care even less for the sea." "I came back just to ensure how unhappy I knew you'd always be." My hands soon found her neck, And squeezed the blue out from her eyes. She didn't bother to resist; So calm she was, so unsurprised. Then I took her upon my shoulder, And rode her out into the bay. To bury that temptress Siren, Before she led me astray. Her eyes flicked open as she sunk downward, And she watched me, like sentient debris. And mouthed, "I'll be back again, you know— When you think at last you're free."
I've been away too far from here.-- Taking chances in a crossroad pathways. Never know where the phase will turn . Losing or winning,chasing out my fears. I'm a lost soul in a midst of darkness. Living each day as a paradox.-- Human exception is an absurd features, Grasping evidences that life's untold. Walking alone,rain started to pour. Washing each line of my faith.-- My limbs weakened and kneeled down in tears, Lookin' back is my reflection in faint. Trying to grasp the sand in my hands. Each specks leak out impetuously.-- Dying to clear my vision faded in tears, My reflection keep taunting me.--- I am tired and breath is few.-- My long journey has reached its due. I'm ready to embrace the reflection I see... The sea is waiting down there for me.--
The blackbird's footprints seemed to trace The footpath to the resting place Through the bright new layer of snow They led the way, showed where to go. They laid your baby in the ground A tiny heart that made no sound I scattered earth and shed a tear Scared and lonely, wracked with fear. For two weeks before we'd tied your hair With a band from mine as you lay aware Things would never be the same A tiny being would have no name. I never saw you cry that day So I hid my sadness as I walked away I saw the blackbird that day too Wise eyes watching, I think he knew. The year is new, joy may it bring As Winter changes into Spring And when dragonflies dart in the sun I'll think about your little one.
A new chance has blossomed Til the police pull up She ain't feelin' too awesome And her mind is made up Chance to confess To drop to her knees But she's under all this stress And she runs with the breeze With a click and a blast She screams her last breath Chance for redemption at last But she still chose death Not a single angel sings As she walks up to the gate She wonders if she'll get wings Or if damnation is her fate Sex, Drugs, and Crime have one goal And messing with that could cost you your soul All the mourners stand back As she's buried with a rose Where the sky is black And the cold wind blows... So if life hands you trouble You have to think twice Or you could die bleeding in the rubbel Payin' your high price You could have a knife pulled on you Or a bullet in the head But we all know one thing is true You could end up dead You better remember this girl All the s*** she went through Don't let your life unfurl Or your soul could be due Life comes with pain And life comes with tears But don't hop on that train To run away from your fears Remember this crazy train Is on a rickety track And once you enter the wrong lane There ain't no turnin' back I know this 'cause I've walked on the path I held this girls hand in the dreams I once had Now I stand back looking at the aftermath I'm lucky I lived, but it's hard to say I didn't like doin' the bad Sex, Drugs, and Crime have one goal And messing with that could cost you your soul One of these days you might need to think back To this little girl's last night of woe Where the sky is black And the cold wind blows...
We turned to each other when we heard on the news Our daughters place of work, enduring mother nature's bruise She worked on an island now swamped with wrath To her we now travel to retrace her last path To go there blind never knowing if she breathes Thoughts think the worst as we subconsciously grieve Our daughter, our life, as we make plans to depart Facing hours of torment as our minds tear apart To this island we head where she enjoys life to the full Thinking back to her young years, learning in school This paradise as she calls it, in the Indian Ocean Our minds picture, her love to live notions We step of the plane into a world far from home Praying we find her, dead or alive, to never roam To the north of the island, Aceh is it's name Is this where we find her, with no one to blame We reach the village, it's where our daughter calls home Teaching the youngsters English along the beaches they combed We wander dazed and confused, joining the crying and the grieving Emotional rescuers surround us, they just keep on believing Hand in hand we stare hoping, as our eyes glimpse the lost Our daughters not there, as we join the emotional exhaust Suddenly I feel a tugging on my sleeve Lady lady, you my teachers mama, come with me please Looking down, my eyes cascading with tears A beautiful young girl, momentarily relieving my fears Lady lady, please please, come with me please To a makeshift hospital she takes us, our hearts so in unease To a door we arrive, she cries, mama's teacher mama's teacher As she is led away by the hospital preacher We are greeted by a doctor, taken through corridors of death The relieving earlier felt, now replaced by inner reft The stench of death drifts, lost souls we feel crying Resonating sounds echo, the last breaths of the dying Cubicle after cubicle, every curtain our hearts run In broken English, is she the one, is she the one The second curtain from the last, the doctor once again opens Despair and tears increase, parents lost in their hoping Before us lies, a broken twisted bandaged soul The tattoo on her ankle, I cry Nicole, it's our Nicole Engulfed with emotions our cheeks streaming with tears Viewing the earlier posters, parents losing their fears Living this moment, realising their daughter has lived As we look back to the pictures, knowing families are sieved Words we will remember until the day we are gone That moment we heard, is she the one, is she the one
Water rushes past my face Coolness and chills sink in Goosebumps pop and hair raises On this brand new skin The warmth of the breeze hits me I feel it's breath, it's near Passes by my shoulders Hits me in my ears Sun reflects off the ripples It blinds me, hits my eyes Orbs and halos fill my vision When I look up to the sky I sometimes gulp the water Salt dissolves on my tongue The crystals dance inside my mouth To a song I've never sung I lie in the caressing water I lie there carelessly Floating to a good place That God has meant for me
I stood before truth Unsure of what to say Shadowed by life's absence The martyred words of May Why didn't we speak If only to taste a spring day To rejoice in a warm glimpse Of winter's interrupted fray I still have the pictures Framed by years of neglect Too dusty to fondly recall Too painful to reflect I only wished to hold you To bask in your pride To hear my name spoken As if truth never lied I stood before him Knowing this was the end That my father had left me And I wasn't even his friend
I've heard people say you are a sentient being And I'm still deprogramming that Roman Empire nightmare So tell me Mother Earth how we can begin communication And in regards to us disillusioned beings, do you even care? My first instinct is to tell you that I'm sorry Then I realize that's my old programming about a judge My mother would never make me feel I was a mistake With grace and dignity she would give me time to rise above With my disconnected delusions, how could I honor you? And is that what any of this is even about? With the death of my propaganda which way do I now go? As an unknowing child I ask, can you help me out? I can't believe anything I've heard in English these 43 years So now I'm going over the heads of all authorities If there's anyone who wouldn't lie to me, it's mother If I open my heart to you, could you tell me something please? My precious dog's recent death and my acknowledgement of her value Who I love equal to myself with the most tender innocence This thought now in my head about hierarchies and ridiculous judgments Perhaps the timing of this lesson is no coincidence?
Free falling, your ex is calling You're just stalling, watch life falling. Life is magnetic, love turns kinetic Her chest is synthetic, her body magnetic. Drugs help you smile life's not really worthwhile Breathing's out of style on your face is death's smile.
They said you needed surgery. You said 'There's business I must do.' I drove you to the funeral home. The arrangements were for you. I had to wait outside that day. I couldn't go in there. I don't know how you made those plans. You showed how much you cared. You knew you wouldn't make it. You feared the end was near. I hate what your life did to you. I wish you were still here. How do you plan your funeral? Were you as scared as I? What were your thoughts heading to the docs? Did you know that you would die? If I could turn back time and say the things I'd like to say, I'd say 'I love you' and 'I'll miss you.' 'I wish that you could stay! '
When done with the effort of breathing And living more trouble than it's worth Disappear into the perfect blue night Far removed from your trials on earth Safe and peaceful, no hint of pain Bathed in the warm depths of love Embrace the purity of nothingness Sail, sail away on the wings of the dove
Emerging from the downtown hardware store I saw a strange funeral procession Two black limo hearses were at the front Then walked a man without expression The man had a shaggy dog on a leash A long string of people followed him All of these people were in single file That's why I addressed the man on a whim "Forgive me for asking; I'm curious" "What type funeral procession is this"? My wife's in the lead hearse; my dog killed her When she Bi*ched at me, he just went amiss But I see there are two hearses up front Alas, my mother-in-law was killed too When she tried to help my wife, he killed her Once my dog got mad, I knew they were through I thought for a minute; then spoke real low "I have a strange request, if you don't mind" "Is there a chance I could borrow your dog"? Well sure, but you have to go get in line
When Marbles Fall Happy are the children on the wall of time Playing marbles by the castle keep Soldiers watch them secure that they won't climb But become bored and fall to sleep The children are not children at all But spies that cry for freedom They slay the soldiers in a modest brawl The king is next to fall to lose his kingdom Fate takes the king with a confidant to towers top Spies follow them to that end It is there where all of this must stop The king must die but first his friend Marble in this upper room is splendid King marvels for one last time his acquisitions Too bad right here and now he must end it To simply die without his royalties permission Created 7/12/14 for- Not Just Any Old Quatrain contest
I sink into plushness Of soft silky lushness Of dreamy round clouds Of angel veiled shrouds I fly up to meet The Man in the street The rich golden hue Underneath my soft shoe I fall down to find The One of a kind The Beauty within The resplendent skin I reach up to grasp With deaths' last gasp The Hand held to me As the Man sets me free
There no longer staggers "The Broken Man", A higher power called upon his number, On June Twelfth, fate rendered him a found man; Long last a tired body found its slumber.
I find I am not afraid of my own death It may be that it is really my friend Ready to intervene when needed Relief that life must ultimately send An amazing moment in infinite time Of the earth, then the night time sky My friend gently beckons to me This relationship I can not deny 2/22/13
One by one we gather round to say our last goodbyes… The memories of so many days bring teardrops to our eyes This life we shared was far too short the years went by so fast… The troubles that you faced in life thank God, they're gone at last With grateful hearts we stand as one to see you on your way… We know you're In a better place and that you're free today Those clouds that came and blocked the sun no longer in the sky… Today you're chasing butterflies they're teaching you to fly… All Rights Reserved Jon Arno 2013
A pilgrim stood at an intersection of time and space Waiting for a sign, a revelation, some kind of saving grace Questions heavy as a millstone made him hang his head low Wondering why the heavens are silent; why it is sadly so The melody of a song suddenly reached his ear It was soothing, dissipating dark clouds of fear He forgot about his questions and worries for an instant In that moment joy and happiness from him were not so distant The music filled him, vibrating, shaking his every cell This ecstasy lasted till the sudden tolling of a funeral bell To make it stop he ran to the temple and pushed open the door But by then the melody was gone, and he could hear it no more "No, no! It couldn't have gone, it couldn't have died!" "Give me back my hope, my faith!" desperately he cried The sound of death was too loud, harsh and strong But to listen with the heart one can never go wrong The joyous melody was always there – now he knew It never left him, away from him It never flew It was the symphony of death with its barbarous beat Trying to hide It - hoping that they two would never meet
You wake in the midst of an inferno! In a flash your body bursts into flame. How could you not awake before this? You were reading under the cover by sterno. You go into shock and then euphoria. Death creeps in and waits with folded wings. He seems like an old friend, just the two of you. From the distance someone singing "alleluia". You lose all your senses but anxiety. Turning to him you falter…. quietly. Peacefully serene, you accept the extreme. You enter the gate to immortality. © Charles Henderson For Brian's 2 to 14 contest
She had ten little fingers and ten small rosy toes she wore a gorgeous smile and a little button nose she laughed the sweetest laugh and her skin was soft and fair around her face, dark ringlets she got my curly hair she had her daddy's eyes a vibrant greenish-blue she was my little girl that never made it through By Morgan Mise Written November 3, 2012
I've buried a brother. I've buried a father, a mother. Into the ground have gone aunts and uncles at one time or another. Friends I have lost by the score. Seems there could not be any more. But every day it wears my brain sore, realizing who will never again grace my door. Best friends are by name defined. They only come once in two lives affined. If one leaves, no one steps up as if assigned. The empty spot forever seems that way designed My best friend is now no more. He surely is waiting on some far shore. Which will be shown to me when I'm no more. A new world, where for eternities we can explore. John and Teany left a hole in my heart allowed only to friends.
SLIPPING AWAY As I arrive at the house, I see he's nodded off in his chair A blanket wrapped around him, his chin resting on his chest His sparse hair is all mussed, his tea has gone cold I wonder should I wake him, or leave him to rest. As his daily caregiver, I see he's not had a good night He'll want tea when he wakes, forgetting the one past I go to the kitchen and start the kettle boiling again Nurse gives me an update, he's slipped more since the last. So I sit by his side and listen to his shallow breathing I wonder what he's dreaming, his life captured in frames He's lived a long life, but no family for comfort in his last days Maybe he dreams of his friends, does he remember their names? He wakes with a start, he doesn't know me at first Then he remembers and smiles, and reaches for my hand I get up to kiss him good morning and smooth down his hair Are his thoughts here today, or will he be off in some far away land? He asks for a hot tea, then says he'd like a buttered scone I smile, for I know he's aware when he says, "Thank you, dear Gwen." But he brings me up short when he asks, "Am I dying, am I slipping away?" I answer him gently: We're all dying, dear Al, but we don't know just when. © ELR 2013 (Story of a hospice caregiver and patient) (Names have been changed for the purpose of this piece)
Born in a desert, on hopeless, arid land Whirling in a coat made of dirt and sand A life of continuous rotation, movement Eventual self destruction, no improvement Polarity of high and low, a vitalizing condition Hot air rising, spinning, destroying any inhibition Bumping, scraping particles become electric Causing damage on the way; a hectic skeptic Life in a flash; it begins, and it`s already ending But till then, earth with heaven is connected Picking up pieces and debris of broken dreams Constructing illusory towers built on wind-beams Twisted twister, whistling, whining, humming Thunderous deep rumbling becoming unbecoming Dance devil, dance, your time is soon ending Blow yourself out; the end will come as a blessing
The sounds of war, Are far too real, Civilian's wounds, Too severe to heal, Wounded and dying, The dead line the streets, The fighting continues, Yet no heart longer beats, After the killing, What will be left? A world of corruption, Madness and theft, What are we fighting for? No-one really knows, There is no real reason, Yet the blood still flows, Innocent families, Torn apart by the war, When you look in their eyes, You see into their core, Sadness and sorrow, You can tell death is near, You want to get rid of, All the hatred and fear, Yet how do you stop, Another mans war, Please can you help me? Mend the hearts that are sore. Copyright Kayla Yovich 2006
Murder! Tragedy! A perfect storm of Emotions; Our emotions in which a Close-knit family feels out of its love. May you Rest-In-Peace Miller Jonas A.
SHE REALLY ISN'T SHE ANYMORE Whenever my world seemed as if it were going to implode Or explode exponentially from an internal bomb When one single pound seemed like a hundred ton load I would always be enlightened and brightened by my beloved mom When what I thought was right turned out to be terribly wrong And the wrong thing had consequences consistently appalling When it seemed as if I had nowhere to go or for me to belong The telephone would ring and it would be my merciful mother calling Whenever terror terrified my soul and threatened me so When fright began the night and the day delivered further dread When I required knowledge my mom would offer that which I needed to know And bring comfort to my weary body and a very woeful head Whenever things seemed askew and went thoroughly awry When my mind said "no" but my body demanded "yes" Whenever my mom saw right through my every lie She'd still love and forgive me well after I decided to confess Whenever whatever I ever did was insidiously iniquitous My mom's dedication never wavered in a single or even the slightest way Her forgiveness and devotion were both uniquely ubiquitous But now my mom's tenuous well being scares the hell out of me every damnable day © 2013 copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Close your eyes and imagine you're there You're naked and shaved as they stand and stare Watching your loved ones herded away As you await your fate, it's their lies that say Earlier that day we disembarked from the train We're in a place called Auschwitz in the pouring rain An unfamiliar smell hangs in the air This feeling I get, is of total despair We enter a building where clothes and shoes lie in mounds On the periphery of me I hear screaming sounds Families, fathers mothers daughters and sons In our Hebrew tongue, why are we the chosen ones We exit this building and enter another Where we are told to remain calm and await our shower No water is felt as the quietness delivers Motionless some lie, as I await my deathly shiver
Perhaps it's I that's too fearful to give? Perhaps it's I that's not a content guy? Perhaps it's I that's too fearful to live? Perhaps it's I that's too fearful to die?
Today you walked the stairway home your journey here complete… Heaven's doors were opened wide and loved ones you did meet The angels smiled as you walked by no tears were in their eyes… An entourage from heaven's throne I'm sure you were surprised
Our death on earth is our birth to the next The process getting to the next can be difficult Troubled be not Helping hand of our Lord Eternal God, Father Christ surrounds us 03042013
I awoke this morning In this UK land Where people went about Their daily plan Someone else awoke In a different dream All he left behind Were silent screams His twin brother Their Solicitor at work A colleague, a friend What lit this spark His rampage continued From village to village Hindsight, gun sight Leaden pillage Many others perished To this mind from The flick of a switch His internal bomb Then the inevitable To a wooded covering Can't face the music No guilty hearing Once again There's the ones left behind Who have to unravel This man from mankind America and Finland have seen recent events on a tragic scale. The UK has in the past seen such events also with Hungerford and the children in Dunblane. Sadly we see it once again. May his soul ROT in HELL. http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-5.php
Good morrow anger! Found am I not less Angered more so; Pray thee hinder not more. Kindred stolen of murder; Most senseless! O murderer, locked are frigid doors; Naught honor.
This is 'bout a girl from just a while back It's a grusome, sad story, I know It begins where the sky is black And the cold wind blows... She's got looks to kill And an attitude to match She's lookin' for a thrill Lookin' for a soul to snatch A mind like a knife She's sharp and she'll cut you She can change your life Nobody thinks like she do Not one can out run her She's quick as a whip No magician could trick her She'll just make your mind trip Got some patched up jeans And shorn off hair She can act real mean 'Cause she just don't care Got a heart of gold, she did all she could Had lots of romance on the brain She acts much older than she should Because this girl knows real pain Now she might look bad She might look rough But you forget to look beyond the mad And see that she was decent enough She's been through a lot Thinks she's seen too much So she gets to smokin' pot And she's felt God's touch She runs further from the law And closer to the light Harder drugs hide in her bra She can't hold up this fight Starts trippin' too hard While she's runnin' from the cops Her brain is being scarred And her heart begins to stop Her eyes are rolling back And her world begins to spin She's run right off the track Her life is caving in She sees the angels cry As she walks up to the gate She asks her Father, "Why?" He tells her she must wait Sex, Drugs, and Crime have one goal And messing with that could cost you your soul She plummets on back To her body below Where the sky is black And the cold wind blows... ***PLEASE READ PART 2***
The beginning was a question, Dealing the the heart's true want. The prologue filled with innocence, And lovely sober thoughts. Then stories took an awry twist, And things came complicated. The feelings that were filled with love, They soon became sedated. Now drunken, hopeless lonliness, She walks the path alone. You chose another over her, And cast her from her home. With founding hate the mourners cry, And wear their veils of black. The girl you cast into the Earth, Has had her "heart attack." With seizing pain the letters scream, Up at you from the grave. To know that this is all your fault, It sets your soul ablaze. But not for long, you'll see her soon, In hell or heaven; both, Are good as any other choice, So you won't have to be alone. With hate and tears and love and fears, You bid the world good-bye. Take one last breath and then you jump, A soulless suicide. The epilogue will bear your name, Forever, etched in stone. You gave your life to end her strife, And so she wouldn't be alone.
First,came the water- by the flood, Then sacrifice,by the Lamb's blood Last comes the fire- to make things new, Will you be midst,the born anew?
Sleeping angel sent down here from heaven above Unweeping angel never more to feel sorrow or fears Mommy holds you in her arms wrapped tight in eternal love Daddy kisses your soft cheek trying to hold back his tears
Mad, magnetic, mysterious pull Keeps me spinning in your whirlpool To be near the seven seas I`d cross, but My compass in the sea I`ve tossed For a moment of life I dance with death I come close to it - within a hairsbreadth Let life wake me or let death take me For I`m permanently lost at your sea
My heart begins to fail, My feet race along the ground, My body is drenched in a chilled sweat, I scream but don't make a sound, I feel my body tremble, As I frantically try to run, I can hear him coming closer, I hope he doesn't have a gun, There's a warmth on my shoulder now, I can feel his quickened breath, His rough hand connects with my arm, I can feel the shadows of death, All of the light has disappeared, More darkness has taken its place, My body's limp, worn out and weak, Death has finally won this race, But my soul lives on in heaven, To bring justice to those who kill, Vulnerable teenagers like me, By selling them party pills, I got given those party pills, To try with a special friend, Being a fool, I took a few, But death caught me in the end. Copyright Kayla Yovich 2007
Three pumpkins, just sitting there, are lit up Seemingly harmless to many children But far from the happy pumpkins they seem The pumpkins take more than what is given These black evil pumpkins stay on porches Looking quite innocent with their calm eyes But deep inside are the souls of witches Awaiting children that come in disguise Then with her spells she converts them to frogs And in the process steals their souls this way Laughing can be heard inside the pumpkins Striking fear into all the frogs that run away Many children are lost in the pumpkins Remaining tortured souls of the old witch Her dark power grows with each soul she takes Again Halloween goes without a hitch Russell Sivey
As from darkness turned to the light now dwelling in what is made right Steps must be made you as He harkens turned to the light As from darkness * Walking into the day fears are conquered a fearful sight how bright so much stronger More fearful is shivering in the cold way Fears are conquered walking into the day * It is forever alone a line is drawn A choice that is yours as the pain suffers on with blackened wings death comes to each his own A line is drawn it is forever alone * Unless you embrace true love you must stay as in darkness blinded by satan's dismay or walk into Jesus and fly like the dove You must stay unless you embrace true love
So now it all comes down to this I've said my last goodbyes I'll hold his hand and try to smile while tear drops fill my eyes Tonight he'll pass through heavens gates and loved ones he will find His journey here is now complete the pain he'll leave behind This letting go is hard to do I've struggled everyday I see the look upon his face he waits for me to say... Go on my Father….please let go I need to see you nod The angels wait to take you home you'll see the face of God
Smell of burnt wood is wafting in the air Creating tears within my tender eyes House is in the graveyard, is oddly real Scary is its presence with no disguise It's frightening that it's so dark outside Only jack-o-lanterns flooding the porch An eerie otherworld light from above Centered right on the front door with a lurch There are some sounds of chains moving and howls Wandering through the graveyard on this night Halloween makes me tremble with great fear They appear in front of me, what a sight Ghouls and ghosts, with the vampires and werewolves All show up wanting to tear me apart But I don't want any of this, I run I go straight in the creepy house, I dart As I go in the creatures outside leave As if knowing something worse is inside So I look by the light of the pumpkins Right there is death himself right by my side His bone hand reaches out and touches me And I feel quite cold, thus I start to freeze Death extinguished me and before I go I hear a woman scream, she's very pleased Russell Sivey
time's withered hands winding down faces wearing pain's frown open mouths and vacant eyes of long lost vibrant lives vocalizing eerie moans from thin skinned aching bones napping in death's waiting house all alone, without spouse last visit to say goodbyes to gramps before he dies sadness grips my heart inside standing by his bedside our farewell prompts me to say in this place I won't stay so my love, I do implore set me adrift from shore
Twenty six lights that will shine no more, The senseless violence we cannot endure. Twenty six acts to show that you understand, Divided we fall yet united we stand. Twenty six people who will no longer be, Despite the wounds compassion we see. Twenty six smiles that were taken away, People carry candles to light up the way. Twenty six reasons we all should reach out, Hope shines through the shadows of doubt. Reach out your hand to show that you care, Understanding rises from the ashes of despair. Twenty six stars light up in the sky, As the world mourns, wondering why? Twenty six lives that were not lost in vain, So many tears released from the pain. Twenty six died, it could have been more, As we look to the future what is in store? Twenty six lives we shall always remember Death comes to Newtown, this cold December. Twenty six acts of faith coming from our hearts, As each one is granted, the healing just starts. Twenty six reasons that it can get better, Love falls like rain, we all get wetter.
To be intrusive to another's mind to taste what the hells going on To be different from other men as they sing a different song For this, this blind man seeks to be the seeker to see and scan To go inside the mind of another, another kind of man History has shown and reminded of the monsters that have been This trait of human man, as each generations scene What makes us be so different, to hurt whom we care and love Is it some form of weakness we allure, against family loving doves As I enter their minds even deeper, the appalling rise to view Standing proud in their deathly mask, their hurting of others true Rapists, serial killers and dictators, or even the family man What possesses their power to indulge, that this blind man can't even scan My thoughts go out to you all, who have suffered at the hands of man Evolution is not the answer, to really be who they can This blind man he said to me, if I look into you what will I find My reply to him was simple, I'm just a different kind http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-6.php
Oft'times I see my friends all 'round Lke leaves of Autumn, floating down And softly drifting, side-to-side A passive dance, on zephryn tide Then when the ground is covered o'er A million leaves! A billion! More! Each leaf contributes its full size Then, on a stormy gust, they rise 'Til once again back to the groung With only a faint rustling sound They cover Earth like coats of paint And never from them one complaint For leaves, it seems, were bor to fall In answer to their maker's call So, after their day in the sun They pay the piper, ev'ry one God's peple, too, could learn fom them We hang by life=thread, very slim We live our lives as we see fit While kowng there's an end to it That thresd will tretc, but one day break Then ev'ry triumph ad mistake Will only be a memory That's shared by friends and family Our mem'ries are like building stones That shield us from the tears and groans A pebble here, a bolder there The joys we could together share Wallsgrow thick, and shields grow strong A love, and lift, and help along Each one who shares this life with us The ones wo give to us their trust And as we journey toward our home It's never good to be alone That thread may break at any time And end our Earthly pantomime Life's Earthly gain (and this we know) Will wash away in time's great flow Just gifts we've made and good we've done Will keep our mem'ries in the sun To shied our loved ones from the storm Reflect sunshine to keep them warm 'Til each must turn the river's bend We never know just how or when So nw, dear friends, my point of view Theere's just one thing for us to do Please build a shield for me, will you? I'll build, the best I can, for you Walls grow thick
Dare I further toast therewith gradual death? Poison's wrath; My best bottled each drinks end. Dare I endure a painful lonesome death? Perhaps? Tho' I prefer not my old false friend.
Oh sing yon violin upon your strings and play harps and lutes melodious things come sooth my soul and for our losses and shatter pain upon our bed of mosses Dost thou dare to stay our hearts entwined do cast your light and airy within our mind so also to our agony do make us blind where in time we shall life kinder find Do misdirect my thoughts upon a fairer course lead me now away from paths remorse fail not to impart joy and from its source and to the courts whats odious I do divorce and there expire bitterness and mans afflictions unto the burial sites with their benedictions the ends of tribulations on the morrow as I have some aspersion to this sorrow Come twist your ropes do wrap in harmony the golden strand in archetypes that be fluid in the cups elixir we do drink to shelter from woe and misery we sink Clasp the inner man intone your song return to us the living among our throng embrace the consolation and hold whats dear for upon us all this place draws ever near COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
Demolished cities; citizens panic Liquidation is here; leaders are manic Casualties increase; hope is diminished Faith is lost; Life is finished
Do not go gentle into that good night. Death is not a true win unless He's taken your sin and then true life can begin. (Dylan Thomas' Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night)
When I die, burry me in a hat The most outrageous you can find For my viewers amusement, and to leave some laughter there behind… A hat that swirls, silly feathers too And if you could, in the color pink Paint my eyes to match you see Then retire all to have a bit of drink… I think that they will still remember How much fun my living always was Imagine her leaving in a hat like that Yes, she would do it, do it just because…..
In my hometown, there lies a street, A buzzing, busy city street, Where cars speed forward in roaring fleets Toward places to be and people to meet. And on this street lies a bouquet, A busty, bountiful bouquet. Next to the cracking curb, it lays And braves the the traffic of midday. And the bouquet has leaves of red, A lustful, lively, bloody red. It's sad such life will soon be dead, Crushed by our killer tire treads.
He walks in the door Some kid makes a joke He asks for no more For he'd barely awoke They just call him gay They keep poking fun So the very next day This kid brings a gun Im not a door mat He says as he stops He pulls out his gat And the whole class drops Now you'r all dead He says while he's grieving Puts the gun to his head Then he stops breathing
To show the world so many faces yet not reveal your tears, to take imaginations places throughout your bright career, To see your heartfelt humility and real self-deprecation with natural unmatched ability of mad improvisation, to fly where others find no path, to thrive in air so rarefied defines a genius of his craft. How could life's role terrify? Perhaps Robin would break the silence with a brilliant improv routine, heckling death with satirical defiance. He was the best I've ever seen. Otherworldly talent must command a price no man should ever pay. I can't pretend to understand, so I will laugh, reflect, and pray.
Clubbing Clubbing Clobbered Smothered.
Yet I still cry, as I ponder Why death took her I still wonder Hoping to see her flying high As I ponder ,yet I still cry. This sudden death,I hate to bear Which put a stop to love we share Making me confuse like Macbeth I hate to bear,this sudden death. This lovely star ,I so desire Through which sickness and death conspire Never thought she would journey far I so desire ,this lovely star. I feel the pain,just like you do Yet you did not wait for your due Your absence makes me go insane Just like you do ,I feel the pain. *Swap Quatrain*
Four wheel room, ulter silence My mind looking,for repentance These thoughts, filled with hidrance Hence over shadowed by nonsense I have lost dreams in abundance And wonder about my existence And all I ask is a chance To stop these dreams of penance I dream, a dead bird at first glance And i watch it, fall in a religious trance And started with death a wierd type of romance Or was it a game? A game of chance These two fought with remarkable endurance And the birds soul, started to fade a way in distance And the body stayed there, as it decays in essence And that's when it happened, the absence of presence
Traveling this road alone My heart mourns for you The time we had together Has ended way too soon Looking through the glare Of a windshield dimmed by tears I think of me and you Traveling all these years I recall with vivid color How your eyes would shine The sweet sound of your laughter How you touched my heart and mind Friends gathered 'round me To help me celebrate your life Stories flowed like water Their friendship eased my strife So not in sadness do I mourn But strictly out of love The life we had for over twenty years Was blessed by God above You were everything to me And now that you are gone I will cherish every moment shared As our memories journey on *Written for Red Buckler in loving memory of his best friend and companion for twenty three years Patsy (Pat) Cunningham
The Binger streets are empty, The Mayor's mansion sits alone. When God remembered Thy son, He summoned Big H home. His giving heart stopped beating, Within an April day. His memories continue on, For hmmm...is what he'd say. For the spirit of his giving, Was the community's best ally. Then God requested his council, For the meetings in the sky. The golden life he lived, Was eulogized by the reverend. God promoted his giving soul, To be the Mayor of Heaven. ______________________________ In memory of Howard 'Big H' Taylor for his giving heart and warm friendship to the community of Binger Ok.
What in tarnation is reincarnation Could we come back as a piece of toast? Or do you think that death is just that The end, it's over, adios? Some get passionate about the subject But nobody knows for certain When we finally take our very last breath Is it really the final curtain? Here's my humble opinion on the subject It's over when the fat lady sings But I'm open to new ideas on the subject I wouldn't mind another fling Guess this old guy is much too realistic Watching the space shows on TV Can't believe how infinitesimal we are As insignificant as a little old flea So now you know my thoughts on the subject Hope we can still all be friends Maybe one day we'll find out the answer When we finally come to the end © Jack Ellison 2013
The world around us is cracking. I hear the bones of men clacking, Anxious to start the march onward. There'll be no olive branch nor word.
His wings dark with silent purpose Plunging into all my hidden places Watching the beating of my heart A form of death with many faces... My refuge in shadowed corners Was lost with the talon's bite Now my life lies bleeding Battle weary, no will to fight... The hawk had just one agenda My bones to the world exposed Now an end to this sullen day Last chapter, my book is closed... -written for a friend who is suffering-
INDIGNANT INSOLENCE One can live his life with dignity But all too oft one cannot die with it Death robs one of more than his breath Like if you're unable to wipe your ass when you take a sh*t some deaths are humiliation personified It is a reality one cannot outrun Try as you might it eventually wins When your final day is finally done Death doth not delay on it's quest Or alter a course fate has foretold 'tis a merciless mission it's set upon Until a body's been laid out marble cold There is no dignity in agony's curse Nor hardened heart and brittle bone The only hope for dignity that exists is this…… That death be swift while one is alone © 2012…PHREEPOETREE..~free cee!~
As the brain plays, The pieces graze, Forming a phase, To conform words, Magnificient to small, Minimized or caplocked tall, Knowledge will fall, Into place when wanted, For the chemicals rise, Inside the body flies, Meaningful ties, Bringing up a life. How conveniently set, Boy or girl it's met, Until the Outside threat, Reaches the end. Stepping back; crew, Seeing the child blue, The next step to do, Is the seeing of the funeral day. Family arrives, Husbands and wives, Remembering the drives, Of the little ones remainders. Little movements were heard, Eyes became blurred, Sayings were slurred, Opening up a new vision. Knowing what was, A weighted cause, The heart beats pause, Needing his laugh one more time. What a beautiful smile, A respectful style, Wishing him to stay awhile, But the time has already passed. Inhaling then Exhaling air, Sending up a prayer, Not meaning to stare, At the family in need. Present beats what's passed, Leaving memories to last, With costs vast, But not wanting to move forward. A little boys cry, Says his last goodbye, Leaving the room dry, As they take him away. Hold on; it's only right, He's the young sisters knight, Holding onto any freight, She may withold in the future. Push to the next, Beat the wish of the wrecks, To recieve the respects, From those who care-let them in and hold them dear.
Certainly I'll reminisce thereof the past, Tho' shall not dwell therein it evermore. For when I've inhaled and exhaled life's last, Perhaps therein memory's realm I'll yet soar.
December 21, 2012! 'The day our world comes to an end', is how the rumor flies A deep-rooted doubt exists, as past predictions have all been so wrong. Those last days of centuries past have come and gone, like whistles in the wind While Father Time just keeps on ticking oblivious to the song! I imagine how broad is his smile when rumors hit the media scene Many worry, and plan for that "final" day, needless to say, hearts weep Amongst scientists, and well known historians, this time, possibility may exist But what can I do? I'm no Amazon, barefoot, at five-feet three If by chance, it's the end, could I possibly save myself? My "plate's already full"! All it'd take to end my world is a strong current and a, three-foot wave Maybe an unexpected lighting bolt if caught up in a storm. For these, caution will suffice Out of my control; will not waste time as my life I can not save
No one knows how long they'll live I guess it's much better that way Who among us really wishes to know To prepare for that final day? Please let it be a gigantic surprise Like maybe while eating ice cream Expire with a huge smile on my kisser Or perhaps pass away while I dream Death's quite messy at the best of times Did you ever hear someone say this "Mary had a really charming death! She even gave me a good-bye kiss!" I think probably the absolute best way Is in the warm embrace of a loved one The shock could cause their death too Then off you both go when fun's done! Bet you're thinking, how can he make fun Of such a serious subject as death Hey! You ain't never going to avoid it So enjoy life till your very last breath ©Jack Ellison 2012
They stood together one last time dreading what came next, having seen the path before them, having written their own text. "Being born again," she looked at him, "is scarier than dying. I fear the pain and illnesses, physicality's so trying." "And how am I to bear it," her green eyes filled with tears, "knowing I'll be half a soul for all of fifty years?" "We must be brave and live these lives and try to do no harm, so that down the road we'll meet again and you'll be in my arms." "We must try to mend our karmas, that's why we chose these paths, the suffering will be worth it for the heavenly aftermath." "I shall always feel half-empty, though I guess I won't know why," and the enormity overcame them and they both began to cry. "Have faith, my lambs," they heard God say, "for the two of you are blessed, and you' ll be reunited once you've passed your earthly tests." "And the glory will be heavenly and mystical and sweet, and you will be rewarded when you two finally meet." "You'll know a love that's boundless, as you once again are whole. Most people aren't so lucky, to share a life with their twin soul." So bravely they went forward and their memories were erased, they struggled half a century and then came face to face. It was just as God had promised, and they cherished every day, and their love-light was a beacon, and their love-light shone the way.
Twilight comes too fast, moral shadows closing in. As I run from my past, they all know my sin. Twining 'bout my ankles, tangling in my hair. Trying to trip and mangle, no on promised life is fair. Emotions now run cold, so easy not to care. Though grappling for my soul, they know that I'm not there.
Cast my ashes to the wind, don't shed another tear. I'm right next door in a different room out of sight but always near. To my beloved family, our days together too few, when the road gets long, you'll stay strong I'll be watching over you. Keep me close, living in your heart when you lift your face in the rain, I'll comfort your soul, lighten your grief, send memories to ease your pain. Place no marker in the soil, the end of the rainbow is where I'll be. I'll bathe you in light from a shooting star and you'll smile for you'll know that it's me
Let's be Ours, I'll be Yours, You'll be mine Lovin bittersweet like the wine. Blessed with candlelight and romance, aged with time It's a love forever endless, yours and mine. Won't you take my hand and walk with me, into the sunset of our days Will you hold tight to the memories and cherish them always. When the road ahead it darkens, my love will light the way May the mercy of Gods love, protect you this I pray. Though, I know we have no future, and the end is drawing near May the love we've always shared help to calm your fears. When the darkness falls around you, I will whisper in your ear If you close your eyes, and listen "I love you" is what you'll hear. I fear not my journey, for the road is paved with gold With you by my side, I've never feared growing old. I only hate to leave you, before our stories told I thought we'd have more sunsets, I'd have your hand to hold. Let's be Ours, I'll be yours, You'll be mine Until we meet again, another place, another time. It's a love forever endless, yours and mine.
Time moves slowly during youth, as if it might last forever. Such trickery from Nature, deceiving us to believe That happiness will always be ours in idyllic innocence; That forever we can be childlike and trusting, ever naïve. Then maturity comes stalking, like a panther on the prowl; It seizes its hapless victims without warning or care, And we, in our ignorance, flail against Reality's vicious tide, Caught by the rush of responsibility, caught unaware. Just when we seem to acclimate to the sudden shift in roles, Time also decides to change its steady pace Until the moments are rushing by faster than we can see And we haven't anymore time to waste. How I wish for Time to return to its First Form, When there was no reason to rush or hurry. But now I see that will only happen when I pass from this life And have no more reason to worry.
Ever since I was young I always had this dream About a little girl who lived next door Who drowned in a nearby stream I don't know what possessed me But I always knew one day She would turn up at my door And ask me out to play I mentioned it to my parents They said "listen" and sat me down It happened before we moved here Her bigger sister let her drown The family we bought the house from Moved on from the fear of this Their teenage daughter suffered nightmares And dreamt of a wet abyss Many years have passed I am now well into my teens But this aura that still surrounds me Everywhere I look she's seen One evening I went to shower As normal I pulled back the screen I turned to look in the mirror She was there, staring back at me There was an incredible similarity She looked like me when i was young Now having shown herself, is it over Or has it really just begun http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/dark-3.php
Say goodbye I shall never have a voice Because I'd rather die Then make this choice
dont you say, im ok its all a lie all the time im hurting dont you see? im bleeding bad dont be sad its not your fault, its default lets begin again and again no matter how long it takes i will survive i know i will thrive lets go down this rode again
DEATH ON DAD'S DAY dear dad, i know you can't read this now and i always wanted to apologize but never knew how and today it still remains the same because i alone accept all the blame you gave me the means and ways to be wealthy and rich and now, today, on father's day, life ain't noting but a ***** it bites, it stings and i can't say a word to ashes in an urn but in the end i know precisely where my soul will burn i put you through hell a thousand times or more you bailed me out of jail and still let me through your front door well now that door is no more and either are you and there's nothing a recalcatrant son can do i can't say i'm sorry to a ghost who haunts me to this day and since six months ago i grieve every single day all you wanted ever was a son you could be proud of and instead you got a villain who abused the word love so if you could only see my tears as i gaze back over the years i think you'd understand and believe that my only repentance is to wail, cry and grieve I LOVED YOU DAD AND I'M SORRY I COULDN'T FILL YOUR SHOES (c) PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Miniscule speckles of grey dust, Encased within wet prison, To us they look so beautiful, Those poor little trapped grey balls, Millions of them come each time, All fighting to become free, Their lives plummeting to the ground, But of this we do not see, They free fall hundreds of miles, They fall from heaven to earth, It's quite like a mass suicide, That was planned from their very birth, They have no choice of this sad death, It is what they were born to do, It's as if their whole purpose is, To become huge puddles of blue, We cannot control these deaths, But we can imagine their pain, So think of that next time you see, The beauty that we call rain. Copyright Kayla Yovich 2007
Beautiful people Standing around Eyes are closed They make no sound Beautiful people Hurting souls Ailing loved ones Life's black holes Beautiful people Life gives and takes Deaths door opens A new existence awaits Beautiful people Sharing pain As beloved kin Aren't seen again Beautiful people They're gone for now No rhyme or reason No telling how Beautiful people Suffering loss Lives are taken By the coins wicked toss Beautiful people Never knowing why The end has come The time is nigh Beautiful people Friends are gone To shores unknown Led by the holy one Beautiful people Watching them die Departing souls The bodies last sigh Beautiful people It hurts inside When they must go Share sorrow far and wide Beautiful people The heart does love Beautiful people Watching from above
Rapid rifles, fearful aim from secret, secure nests, They select a random target, blow holes into his chest. The medic cradles gently, Dour comrades bid good night. Close his eyes, collect his tags, prepare his box for flight. Now home- a name and number, the bugle blares farewell. Mourners clutch the folded flag he earns for where he fell. Rigid rifles, solemn aim, assault a steel blue sky. Great God above, embrace him. Why did he have to die? Rapid rifles, taking aim, Count up the endless dead. Mankind is so inventive to silence life with lead.
Angelic voices singing praises to the Lord Most High, God's glory fills the heavens with radiance so bright. Brilliant rainbow colors all around, a pleasure to the eye, Holding hands with Jesus, knowing everything's all right. 3/24/12 For Carolyn Devonshire's Perception of Heaven contest
When the buds are tender green And the fig leaves begin to sprout None will mistake the end time scene, The earth itself will shout. Upon a horse,faithful and true, He returns on a cloud, As, in the air He comes into view Every knee is bowed. The book of life is opened,last Sin meets it's heart's desire; The deceiver and the deceived,cast Into the lake of fire. Water ,clear as crystal now,flows Reviving,the once dead; Those faithful,who Jesus knows,have His name on their forehead. A new earth,no more fire,sunlight or sea, But living water that heals,thee and me. Brian Strand
Shut up!, Shut up! I can't take this any more Shut up!, Shut up! I'm heading for the door Wake up!, Wake up! You drunken bastard Wake up!, Wake up! Once again you're wasted Go on!, Go on! Go ahead and hit me Go on!, Go on! Go ahead and leave me I'll get you!, I'll get you! I'll stick a knife inside I'll get you!, I'll get you! You will take death's ride Enough!, Enough! You've hit me way too much Enough!, Enough! That will be your last punch I'll hack!, I'll slash! I'll cut your striking hand I'll hack!, I'll slash! I'll kill you where you stand The blood!, The blood! Oh my God, what have I done? The blood!, The blood! I hear the sirens, here they come
So then Death what will you offer? Life what profit give to me? Profit? soul! you selfish scoffer Riches share you here to be? Glass of eye, seek your answer by the breath I give and share grip your wisdom pose and dance her questions me with sound of air? Death engage this vital storm will in silence thus behave? sting the tongue, you jagged thorn Lift your chalice from the grave! Laughter, oh , I love it so comedy by tears is much truth in secret, precious gold what men venture forth to touch Ask me fool, require my time beat your chest and pull your hair bring it forth, all that is mine give it me, that which I spare Death, my void of conscious will what sword of blood will you deploy be you brave or be you still? fainting weak, and then destroy? Yield! you son of memory release your shoulder from the weight ask the blade why do you bleed? inquire of providence your fate? Yield, I yield, my quite soul leave me to this thin despair there I find you death so old Life the youth that didn't care Predictable! you do agree? Life: surprise, I long to touch Death: to think he questioned me! man: I thought I knew so much Yield my soul! Spirt flee! Escape by holes of hollow sight! Where my master? I believe The flesh is shallow for it's height I do not care why question now escape the night, we haven't time but night is full, completely round without a star or spark or shine Life: I know they need so much frail the skin that holds the soul Death: I long the warm to touch let them sleep and never know
Dreaming of my art in a museum somewhere. A bounty of ideas displayed from my heart. Bold colors combined with unusual flair. A vision, a feeling, fresh art I impart. Year upon year painstakingly practicing, Until ideas unfold and talents increase, Speckles and flings, various stokes in full swing. Fantasy envisions another showpiece. Oh success, that monolith of the art world, Access more political than brains can bare. Paintings, are rolled up and upon a shelf hurled With thoughts that someday when I'm dead, folks might care. A plethora of dreams comes racing to mind. Perhaps, I should hide them in a secret cave. Secured in a vault meant for someone to find. Centuries later perchance people will rave. Now, in my hovel of a studio curled. That place in the woodlands where I love to be, My greenbrier Zareba, hidden from the world Where the soul of this artist just God can see. Transparent hopes cast upon an opaque past. Admirable paintings free from critics quake. Then, what was worthless may have value at last. Living for lauds only after my death's wake. ã February 13, 2014 Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Dreams Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
Homosapiens therein a state of sleep; To truly rouse forth thereafter thier deaths? Shall Sheperd say... He trusts they'd well sleep? Life, a dream? They'll fathom post final breaths.
A lonely path, in the dark it moves on It meanders within the deep, dense fog Along the way there are many roses Some of which lay on an old decayed log Twenty-seven in all, each an angel All of which had their life cut way too short An ending that was abrupt and so quick Tears run down my face I sadly report No more is there any children's laughter The families weep while in such great pain It seems that when things like this do happen The days are always darkest in the rain May we can console them as best we can Light a candle in honor of these few If we could all band together as one And show our love, this is all we can do Russell Sivey Dedicated to all the victims of the Newtown tragedy! Entrant into SKAT- AB SIN THE-'s "In Memory of the 20 + 7 new angles of heaven~ "our own little poetry soup VIGIL"" contest 12/19/2012
No one can predict the day we will die. Tho' we pray our last breath be exhaled in peace. Loving hearts gathered 'round us on this day may cry if we're blessed on this earth when our beating hearts cease. No one can predict our day of eternal sleep. Tho' we each hope our souls will rise, Heaven bound. Like darkness falling on canvas, hidden colors keep until light shines upon it, a masterpiece found. Our souls live forever residing with love, boldness in color and beauty, we create. Love returning to us like raindrops from above, we all can predict what's in our hands of fate.
Day they open the cemetery gates On the grounds I shall lie Upon the sky!! who is that waits? Is this the day I die? My nerves frozen, the world over In a glimpse I'm really gone!!! Am I dreaming? drunk? or still sober? Why? wont I be here the next dawn? It's time I guess for my final vow Before I'm laid to sleep Will I be missed? at least or now? Or have no one to grieve! My flesh shall rot and bones perish, My bloody veins shall dry But no regrets, and no such wish I ain't got nobody, nobody to cry
Woven Thoughts Recollections of childhood— Each fighting for breath. The beauty and the horror— Enduring life's test. Gunshots and flowers— Evil wrestles innocence. Both entwined in one heart, Screaming to make sense. Mom snapping photos Of tulips and me. Fight flashes of fear— Being lost among trees. Discovering mortality— Beauty and life both exist. Yet the reaper of death Will demand his cold kiss. Looming waves of the ocean Touch soft colors in the sky— Fear melts into glory Adding lessons for life.
Popular Anonymity A Lingering crowd doubts you have the courage You are hung out to dry with insults from strangers Imploring you to jump Apoplexy, apathy, and will to live design you Standing on the building edge Perhaps the comforts of home will help When you slip and grab a brick With nervous fingers Butter is sent up, applied by unknown loved ones Giving permission from on high for you to drop Hopes die. Friends talk to you in slow motion Mother promises to bake a cake if you survive Police pretend to know you on the sharp edge of your demise For your enjoyment… Their pleasure...The crowd applauds You've become the center of the nightly news and nothingness What a surprise! Centered and served up as a sound bite (Did you catch the name?)
Invoke in me a sense of wonder One last time before I leave Rip this tempered soul asunder Leave no stone unturned to grieve In time our hearts grow hard and cold Disappointment takes its toll Dreams of grandeur fail and fold No legacy to bestow A thousand faces I have seen, Friends and foes that I have known Lives full of hope and fervent dreams Remembered now only in poems Invoke in me a sense of wonder Not despair and shattered dreams One more time to rage in thunder From the cliffs with valiant screams (Stoic)
He lures his victim Into a glass prism Filled with fake diamonds That turns to water and ice The top closed His fate sealed To kick and thresh To escape his wrath He appears through the glass Looking straight into his eyes The drowning victim Unwittingly drawn to him In his desperation he can't look away In his fighting he's ensuring his stay His eye sockets frozen still For him to take his soul
There has been oh so many And many are still around They surround us old and young For in our hearts they can be found They can be members of our families Who inspired us in many ways It could be a writer on the Soup Who displayed their way your ways They could even be in the field of sports Or even on a movie screen But the ones who are heroes much more Are in the places we will never have been They are the ones who fight for our future For when they are lost, we cry They are the ones who lay down their lives For they are " Heroes Who Never Die " Inspired by Bryan Josh of Mostly Autumn who wrote " Heroes Never Die " in memory of his father http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-7.php
The doctor found me and tapped me on the shoulder. She said I'd better hurry, that you were fading fast. I had gone for coffee. You had drifted off to sleep. I guess I really didn't believe, our forever wouldn't last. I took a breath outside your door, and then pushed it open. It was stupid. A breath couldn't stop my hands from shaking. Your dad had said your mom had needed to see him strong. How strong can a rock be, a tear away from breaking? You're lying there, frail as a doll made out of china. I saw your eyelids flutter as I walked over to the bed. You asked who's there. I said, it's just me sweet baby. Then took your hand, wishing I were dying instead. I lied, when you asked if it has suddenly got colder. When you said, everything around you was growing dim. I shook my head, and said it's just getting a little cloudy. You know how cold and wet this spring weather has been. You said rain is good for your garden, then mouthed come closer. I could barely feel your breath, as it brushed against my ear. You whispered, Honey don't forget to weed my roses. Remember, their all supposed to be in bloom this year. I go to say, don't worry. I'll take good care of your babies. But the words get drowned inside my broken mind. You're gone, and God how I wish I was going with you. Half a heart, half a love, should never have to stay behind. I never really knew how much I truly loved you. Now I know how cold it can get, when the fire's finally gone. How hard it is to take a breath, when the air is rare and thin. I thought I knew how much I truly loved you. I was wrong.
I wish to write about what life does mean to me Such is for me, a task not so easy For Life, O Life, does be for me a very school of philosophy See you, I see it not as being worthy of being given any meaning! Yes, life is so strange, its ways, itself, life is but a mystery Why, life does take birth, out of love, out of compulsion Out of obligation, sometimes even without asking for permission But life does end in a way oh so sudden, sometimes without even any predicting! Life is supposed to be a blessing Indeed such is what is considered by many Yes, life is also a pain, a misery See you those starving, those homeless, those dying! Even those who did get a good birth, do get old Do get diseased, some experiencing even the incurable Some do live in emotional pain, experiencing it in manifold Some of them never even do get to see life as being enjoyable! Life, I believe is a prison A prison for those fallen Fallen from the Holy Garden That known as the Eternal Eden We do come here to serve a sentence See you, Fate and Karma, in coalition, do lead the dance If we do be good, following meekly the merciful rules Why, we are sure to enjoy, someday, from this world, a final deliverance Should we rebel, should we be religiously illegal Why, we shall again suffer a fall Again and again, with our past deciding on our future Again and again, being propelled here in this world, oh so sour! Yes, such is what I believe is the meaning of life Apart from this, I see nothing else Apart from this, I see no clarification that can I give to it Indeed, apart from this, I would see life as being a mere accident of merging atomic cells!
Second creation of delicate flesh, lured by the Serpent's astuteness, why did you promptly reach for that apple and invited me to taste it and eat it all? Linda, didn't God warn you to keep away from that tree? Woman, once so sinless, beautiful and full of liberty: you brought ruin to our sun-illuminated Paradise; now storms rage and meadows are stripped of all flowers. Our Creator took a rib from my body with good intention, to give you life and companionship, and make you my possession: bearing from your womb many children...multiplying in due time, but His plan couldn't be brought to completion with a cunning lie. Because of you disobedience and my weakness to swiftly accept, we are eternally punished to roam our earth without finding soothing rest; and the eternal curse will hinder us from being happy and being protected, and with hot sweat, plowing the hard soil, I must earn our bread. Dedicated to Marilyn for her beautiful heart and gentle soul.
Holding your hand by your bed late last night I remembered that day you first came into my sight I knew then and there you were the one meant for me And together from then on we always would be. You played it so coy, pretending not to know That my eyes followed you everywhere that you would go But you kept looking over with such subtle glances As I worked up the nerve to ask you for a few dances. We danced through the night, we danced cheek to cheek We danced every song till our knees both grew weak We have danced ever since through the laughter and tears But our dancing has now ended after so many years. I felt you slip away sometime during the darkness You went up to heaven to dance on the clouds Please wait for me darling, I'll be joining you shortly And we can continue our dancing to harps playing so loud. We danced through the night, we danced cheek to cheek We danced every song till our knees both grew weak We have danced ever since through the laughter and tears But our dancing has now ended after so many years.
Demons of old to toil and tither, Moil of mine to wine and hemal, Of thee comes brood and beast, Whence a nite of tongues and chattering teeth. Forth slips shimmers of golden rims and grims which greet, Sips from glorious goblets enchant fabolous feast, Jests, knaves, et alii figures beguile and bid, 'Twas de hour for not more frivolous guile and fickleness. Out of oubliette a glim of light so lithe, Moon of mist now found by life and gift, For inside one's hide was sight of rimous rig, Minions of humour bridle toward obverse Omid, Womb of prime reveal that which is vile and uncouth, Smile upon me thy glorious chime of pride and proof, Mind of mine shine on what is trial and new, Liberty of every, carry me to your shrine of truth.
I look out the window, Yet nothing is there, The darkness surrounds me, As i'm frozen in fear, Then all of a sudden, The night is ablaze, Fire and screaming, I'm stunned in a daze, Communities broken, Families torn apart, Who could have done this, And how did it start, They had no real reason, To set it alight, To cause so much chaos, In my town that night, My small little school, Was burnt to the ground, But the very next day, There was more to be found, Bodies lay broken, Ripped apart by a sword, This is now what happens, When our youth got bored. Copyright Kayla Yovich 2006
She brings the new day's lovely offering of her garden's fresh, delicate flowers, so grateful for the slight and menial task to fill her endlessly lonely hours. Several times a day she meditates as she daringly asks the reason why her beautiful, beloved and only son much before his time, was chosen to die. She takes up her pen with a sure intent before they will have had a chance to roam, to capture the fluttering, drifting words, shaping them into a glorious poem. Taking the parchment filled with inspired thoughts She lays it along with her heart, on the shrine. Praying, she says these humbling words. "Divine Lord, not my will be done, but thine.
After thirteen years time embeds The cutting knife in deepened said Twisted in torque in my wreaked abyss Eyes closed shut, could be my wish Maybe I'll awaken in a different world Where nobody hears, because nobodies heard The bleak in me from cobalt to black Eyes closed shut, there will be no lack And upon the out, where I'll drift with time Knowing I've decided to leave ones prime No roaming in the gloaming, no more pain Eyes closed shut, never to open again http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/dark-9.php
Oh, the clarity of youth, evident which way was home. Aware of all the shades of truth, in disregard my mind would roam. Slowly first, but then advancing— amazing ways of thinking…doing. All promised to be life enhancing; all promised to be worth pursuing. Then glancing round at precious stuff, rushing from my home afire. Knew not the meaning of enough; acquisition was my heart's desire. Pleasure that dominion brings, I'd lost the will to see. I never really owned my things instead they all owned me. Then parted cloak from unspoiled eyes— I never knew were closed— a world in its etheric guise— I saw but never had supposed. Isn't it a thing of worth, to orphan all that would benight? Assuming mantle of rebirth, to seek unfettered realms of light. I've settled somewhat in my years— midst life's approaching gloam. Reaching now to dry my tears— of joy, you see, I'm going home.
Help! Nobody comes. Nobody cares. Nobody hears, My cries of despair. Please! Nobody looks. Nobody talks. Nobody feels, So away i walk. I walk into the shadows. I drown into the night. Never to be the same, Invisable to the sight. This heart once scared, Now an open wound. As the blood flowley falls, the "never" is now soon.
A primate with disfigurement... His stare, facing back at me... A crystal he was holding... his light ascended truthfully... His wild cry escaped-with defiant will... This dream no script pretend... his judgement sorely with impale his identity has been refused... his freedom in deep detail... Soon the same will fall to some... due to cruelty and abuse... His denial remains, his life locked somewhere in his truth...
Shattered dreams resonate within her mind. Filling her heart with hate; Knowing that prayers are too late and nothing can change her fate.... (2009)
War is just a means tae a' end Deaythe's the price of life. Famine's black horse fills the gullet of Deaythe's strife. War is just a means tae a' end Deaythe's the price of life Power swings Wars red sword the weak an' young suffice. War is just a means tae a' end Deaythe's the price of life. Conquest raises its mighty bow crowning Kings with delight. War is just a means tae a' end Deaythe's is just the price of life on pale horse the banshee rides no matter the what your fief. We are the fertilzer of the field for life is all and deayth is real.
...for Virginia Woolf Submerged 'neath the surface, stones weighting her body, gremlins and goblins are hobbling her soul. Images jar, and memories jostle, her compass is gone but she's in full control. Lungs overflowing, her faculties failing, she's one with the fishes, at last she is whole.
The days of ancient Rome, there were battles Staged for the spectators; fought to the death, Gladiators entered an arena Fight until they had taken their last breath The Gladiators could choose their weapons Like a shield and sword, flails, maces, or spears They were criminals, slaves, and prisoners Most of them wouldn't live more than a year Two or more would enter the arena Fight until only one was left alive A "thumbs down" and they unleash the lions And a "thumbs up" he gets a chance to thrive
Just beyond those tall trees Lies my father's humble hut If we embraces a little speed We'll be there without delay I feel so much weakness inside I think no more of going further My legs bleed; I've lost much blood Dying here or there is all the same Speak no more of death Alluyah You're not dying, let's move on Lest, they come and meet us here And we both be killed for this attempt If we did not, what we have done Would we not have been killed the same? Do I now fear death for making a move And following the lead of my own heart? I do not wish that you sit and speak But walk and cover some distance at least That'll take us farther than closer to them That we together may rescue the rest Go ahead; I don't think I still can If indeed I close my eyes in death Make sure from here, you leave and live That you may tell the story to all
A story of a thousand souls, Two thousand runs into three, Who are just as dead, decaying, gone, Despite self-serving heraldry. A story of a thousand souls, And thousands more to be killed, Who never reached for bomb nor gun, And died to keep our gas tanks filled.
The head Of the snake Is gone Though it seems It's coming Back to me In terrible Dreams Will there Be a party A dynamite Type? But detonate Fears And more then Just hype A jet of vacation An unaware crew To fall from the sky But they never knew And where Will it end The snake Does it mend? If growing The head back Will time tell Us when? The body Must go As well as The head And finally Then This wretched Will end
(A Spoon River Poem) You loved me well, you loved me long, even with joy fading from my eyes, my beauty your heart's silent song, and sorrow hidden in burnished skies. Six strapping sons feathered our nest, pride your meat, and hope your drive for peace to rest within my breast, watching our sons grow and thrive. My pride lay seated in one alone, a daughter, supping from my dish, her grace shining like a midnight sun, her presence fulfilling every wish. Death came feeding at her door, in a single day, her light was gone. I sewed to clothe her one time more in her five years, I'd always done. Each day after, I lived to mourn; you burned to melt my frozen core. Our boys also, with fibers torn, became crippled casualties of war. Why couldn't I see them clear, with such longing in their eyes; that in my grief-stricken sphere, wounded egos shrank and died. Though she and I, at last, conjoin reduced to dust and mingled here she's one of seven from my loins steeped in years of guilt and tears. Too late discerned, my own selfhood, they've scattered and can't be found. So undeserved, my peaceful shroud atop this hill, beneath this ground.
Could we ignore those heroes and heroines, who fought for freedom and gave us many choices? Every country has them and their valor we should revere! I'd like to be one of them...but I hesitate to dare! More than five thousands of years people have lived on our planet, and powerful civilizations rose to subdue the ones with a weaker sword... even today when knowledge is supreme, the mighty ones continue to do so! O inhuman and foolish race...have you lost all consciousness and grace? How can the human heart be enslaved by mighteness, if precious freedom is a right given by God without prejudice? All, I repeat all peoples are entitled to liberty...O heroes and heroines rise! I'm not inciting anyone to rebellion, but protest they should with their voice! O inhuman and foolish race, how much longer can you brag and not be erased? Rome crumbled with its marble idols...others followed and lost what they highly praised! Now justice is veiled by a feigned appearance: haters of faith and lovers of money abound, bringing more destruction and danger to anyone alive...will they return to God?
Doves fly Where the steps rise free To carry us earthly souls Eventually These are the steps To natures heavens we go When the air in our lungs Will in us no longer flow From these steps we climb From emerald green fields And join all past earthly souls From earths giving yields These steps of our tomorrows Take us over azure seas It's from this deep blue horizon That we came to be where we be The day we take that step And depart with our earthly soul All that we leave behind The doves have fulfilled their role http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-7.php
One never realizes where inspiration comes from, I found mine while strolling along... a land with beautiful landscapes that wouldn't let dreams escape. One isn't born a poet, it's a revelation of fateful events that are analyzed by an inner feeling... so immensely simplistic and revealing, absorbing the essence of prudence. Some dissident strongly pointed out the strange isolation of an intellectual, being estranged from real people who are more amicable... how would he know how desolation confines that soul in search of a serenity redeemed by prize? Not living on the edge, but tasting the richness of slowness, which controls the pace of the footsteps, always keeping them in the right track... how could peaceful thoughts trigger a violent death? Thrilled to admire a head full of white hair, when that time arrives, and reading names on limestone graves, deepens my comprehension... comparing their age to mine. Walking in the true faith, seeing the wonders and the miracles, and that fervent faith will make me walk in the spirit for a testimony to all believers... and as a follower of Christ, I stand on His rock. Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
For what purpose after purpose do we come and go Entering from utopia whilst life bestows Sharpened corners lacerate living skin Unknown of it's actions that happen within Reflection to selection ones choice is made To deliver one from breathing with the help of a blade Elation to relief in translucent surround Whilst my crimson flows without a sound Weakened ripples run as I feel myself drain away Another statistic, on just another of my days Tunnelled tired eyes in tearful strain As I turn my light to black, my living no longer reigns Look at me I'm nowhere to be seen Drifting in time as if in a long lost dream The soul of I amidst the futures past We are born to die not one of us lasts http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/dark-9.php
Forget Not…Lest History Repeats Victims of the Nazis Regime: Jehovah's Witnesses and Jews. Marched like chickens to their slaughter. Once walked in twelve million, plus, shoes. Social democrats and partisans, Gypsies and orphans did death reap. Disabled by body or mind – Add more feet to the deadly heap. Communists, and trade unionists, Soviet prisoners-of-war, Polish Intelligentsia, Vacant shoe-stack grows from the floor. Adolf Hitler ordered them killed. Annihilation camp, grim rouse, Death at Auschwitz-Birkenau – The stench of death reeks in mourned shoes. WRITTEN FOR ABE LOPEZ "Leather Voices" Contest © Dane Smith-Johnsen May 14, 2010 Poetic Form: Quatrains
Grated darkness Bleeding night Serrated sanity Shredding sight Clenched teeth Gnawing time Festering fate Widowed crime Whispering walls Squeezing shame Callous hands Chiseled name Seeping shadow Creaking door Perfumed epitaph Married whore Seething scowl Backyard breath Shoveled plot Cheating death
I dare you to kick the habit This one I have you can't have it Mirror, tell me who is not fit It's time you throw away that kit Just not your song, "Bring Me To Life" Forget the urge, ignore the drive That thing you do cuts like a knife The remaining days of our lives Please don't let Tina lead the way Not her, not Molly, that I pray You did, you didn't, that's what you say Think of the price you need to pay This cold ice brings nothing but pain Call spade a spade, simple and plain Do I really have to explain? No rehab, no pain, means no gain
sMOKEY - FAITHFUL FRIEND TO THE END As we grew older, Smokey and I, Our lives would change a bit. As a teen there was school and friends, In the kitchen he'd quietly sit. All alone he'd wait for me, To finally end my day, And come and spend some time with him, And maybe gently play, A little game of dangle the string, Or scratch behind his ears, I didn't know, how could I know, He neared the end of his years. At night I did my homework, At kitchen table with him. He lay across my books and watched, And rubbed my head with his chin. Then when I was just eighteen, I came home from a swimming date. He staggered 'cross the yard to me, I almost was too late. He laid him down right at my feet, I took him in my arms, He closed his eyes and then was gone, And with him all his charms, That he displayed throughout his years, My buddy, playmate, friend. He remained so all his life, Faithful to the end. Judy Ball (There will just never be another Smokey)
Hidden from the light of stars there sleeps my darling dead and every passing day without her fills my heart with dread her captivating hazel eyes they used to shine so bright I'd give the world to gaze in them as I fall asleep tonight but she, a corpse without a grave and I, a broken soul I was bound to her and her to me together we were whole Now I'm the sun and she, the moon together we cannot be for now my darling Lillian sleeps beneath the sea (May, 2013)
Silent steps I take Across the ocean floor Cool abyssal plain Bluescape peace Gazing up At the sunlit surface A false freedom Beckons… The air above Polluted with urgency Foul with anger Not so sweet anymore Enveloped in briny womb No longer ashamed Submergence forever Lungs back to gills
each footstep in the sand, remains betwixt our ebb&flow,yet in others hearts,never to fade- indelible marks,well made
oh 'tis the evening of my soul and though I've often claimed it so, now must pause and truly show the scars and twisted wounds herein for onward is no option now and time must take its' bloody bow where are the hands that soothed my burning brow and where the smile to cheer me in my grief? why they have gone to dust and none remain the evil in the heart of time,the thief. so pull the shades and bank the dying fire, and please don't try to tell me that you care, it really matters not how cold the bier for when you look,there's nothing really there.
Rising power beheld from the sea. Universally centered on humanity, Dispelling the wages of war and sin, As phoenix arrives, a new world will begin.
It's awfully quite at the end of August, placid fireflies come out before the appearance of stars; how tender, how beautiful are the rolling waves in the dark sea kissed by the radiant moonbeams! Absorbed in deep thought, I welcome another evening of solitude with a peace that is more perplexing and intriguing than silence; calmness stupefies, even more than the serenity inside... do I need friends, if I have the company of the entire universe? Crystalline, clear water splashing and bubbling, reaching the spot where I am profoundly thinking, bringing a soothing feeling after a very hot afternoon... hoping not to lose the brilliance of the dotted moon! Tired mind, rest and refresh yourself at sunrise, detach yourself from the constant habit of searching and creating; release the worries and rest, let fantasy spice up your fabulous stories... thoughts that lead to pen, to finally become liberating! On the glistening rocks, owls hoot in hunger and start attacking their preys... the defenseless oysters try to get back into the salty water and be safe in the seaweeds, but they are caught by their claws, and with no strength left and blood in their eyes... they die and their carcasses will be ripped apart and consumed by the ravens! Stop! Enough of this ugly spectacle! Let me turn the eyes to something truly delightful; see the dark sea kissed by the radiant moonbeams to make this August' night really indelible! A ship, with its thousands lights reflecting in the steady flow of the waves, is approaching; the lighthouse's guard announces its arrival...oh, this scene is so fascinating! Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
One minute we're fine, The next, we're done. One minute you're mine, The next, you're gone. First it was just us two, Just you and me; Then there was someone new, And two becomes three. Mistakes are made, And time won't go back. We're forced to face The reality of our act. One became two, Then two became three. Three became two, And two became me. I'm all that's left, Because I make a choice. The love I had left, Because I silenced a voice.
Abroad in dreams and well asleep Wearing a dress of purple rain Motionless under-covers keep... And knowing this her killer came The air around the moon was death Her eyes opened in shock and ease She never took another breath Her dress with blood of his disease The killer clever stripped her clean To bury treasures...dress and gown Without events of crime to scene A murderer so walked the town Years afterward and in the night A woman whistled in the rain From candles to no candle light And often called me by my name ...Before I'm hanged I must confess 'Twas I who murdered my SueBeth How could someone have found her dress? She must have worn it after death! Ghosts!
Shrouds of mist did cloak the day; Whispering winds with list did play; Upon the graves of human minds; Shrouds of mist were left behind..... Well-wrought webs of darkness dim; Vibrant thoughts held within; The minds of humans do decay; As shrouds of mist on sorrow play. Shrouds of mist did cloak the day; As waves of senses swept away; And all of those who dare rebel; Were swiftly grasped and swirled to hell.
Lay your head down precious one And dry your eyes right now For dreams of happy endings Will be coming anyhow The rains will stop, that much we know Though we may not know how So walk ahead to dryer ground Where my love will abound Know that when you're all alone I've never been more near And when you think I'm gone from you I'm holding you, my dear The nights will pass before you know The sun will rise once more I'll be with you in the sunshine And with you in the storm In the sunshine, in the rain Just look up to the sky And wish you may and wish you might And to you, I will fly I'll never leave you, never go Where you can't find me there Just look inside your heart to find The love we share
Sometimes I feel him mocking me, insidious, all-knowing, the way he grasps the things I see and perceives just where I'm going. Once I could forestall his advent, keep him checked inside my head, turn him from me, block his intent, he had other plans instead. Steadfast sentinel of sorrow draws me closer to his door, grips my soul till I must follow his behest to Lethe's shore. Time is circling ever smaller, nowhere now to draw a breath. I take my place, obey the caller, contemplate the face of death.
My love, My love I am so so sorry My love, My love Please can you forgive me So wrong, So wrong, What have I done So wrong, So wrong See just how your blood has run They come, They come Now I shall be jailed They come, They come Look at how your face has paled The knife, The knife I'll use it too The knife, The knife I'll come join you The baby, The baby It will die as well The baby, The baby Should not live this life of hell I'll die, I'll die Lying beside my love I'll die, I'll die Ascend to heaven above The end, The end This torment is done The end, The end At last, peace has come
I cannot stop rhyming, Is it a curse? It started last night And it keeps getting worse. I started with quatrains, And moved on to verse, I guess it will end When I'm put in a hearse.
DOCTOR'S BORDERS All of them said everything would go well they said not to worry and everything will be all right but they weren't the ones who could have been headed for hell and that death might have a weak man in its sight the doctors promised there were things they could do there were rounds of chemicals and radiation it was all so weird to watch lips almost turn blue and for a wounded body there was no retaliation the doctors simply wanted to get done what needed to be done whatever the physicians ordered that's what they'd do they were well but there lay a very sick one and I wanted so much for their prediction to be true there was baldness, there was nausea, and there was pain pain such as no human being should feel deterioration and death were making themselves plain and it was difficult to simply eat a meal all of these things are sad as can be and there was no where to run or to go I cried my eyes out for death's decree I cried for a man I didn't even know © 2012.....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
A being in this world's ruse Very much like driving your car Driving manually or control cruise Your driving will be either or From your own heart of Agape Or from your carnal mind so sloppy While Agape is your perfect copy(Third line 5th rhyme) Ego mind is not true Agape Agape is the perfect copy While derivative mind is sloppy A feeble attempt at Agape Sloppy Agape, not true copy(fourth line 6th rhyme) Slow down your strife Stop! Look around Being of ego mind is a clown Open those peepers, naturally round For ego mind lies surely abound Our nations lie in moral decay `Tis your babies that will have to pay As long as ego mind has it's say Mind is the death tree, not Agape For the seeds that mind doth now sow From the mind you should very well know `Tis death seeds that your babies must hoe For is death of mind from hence you sow Some say this be bible thumping But is God's Agape a pumping Please Sacred Hearts keep on a _pumping While minds a _grumping, life is _slumping(forth line 5th rhyme) Even death's reign not without life's support The Agape ball is in man's face Cut off your nose to spite your own court Still was God created human race 3-10-2010 a·ga·pe2 a·ga·pe [aa g? pay]
Fictitious families Dysfunctional means Compromised children Capricious teens Serrated self-loathing Culling scarred skin Dapper diagnoses Dulling depression's din Psychotropic pulses Sedentary screams Subjugated subjects Catharsis of dreams Dusk dawning In convenience's vanity Vociferous voices Pilfering sedated sanity Slurred smiles Lithium lies Hanging from vestiges Suicide survives
A BUTTERFLY SHOULD NEVER DIE I am without anything now that I'm not with you And Lord knows I miss the taste of your smile I miss a perfectly designed dream come true Because you made mounting a mountain seem a mild mile You gave me butterflies and lightning bugs as a gracious gift Because of you the morning wasn't agony anymore It didn't matter if I worked in the day or the midnight shift When I returned you would be there with a smile at our door Ain't nobody's business how deeply we loved one another But they could tell in our eyes and the way we held hands Ain't nobody's business how I loved you, not even my brother While I kissed you under the elm tree in the peaceful place it now stands When you used to approach me it would make my heart race Now that I'm without you I want to know exactly why And it's difficult when I need to forget your emphatic embrace So now you know from whence comes my woeful wish to die © 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
Thunderstorms are fierce, bringing devastation to Nature and humans; and such are the Monsoon rains of all seasons: a reminder of India's tragedies. Torrents from clouds form wild rivers, and everything is subdued by their force, it brings to mind the Biblical Deluge when only a faithful family found refuge. Where houses, squares, churches and trees once stood, now there are floods drifting people and animals... struggling to keep their heads above water; many will experience horrible deaths without finding a road. After they pass over the devastated region, they will go the the next destination to cause more death and incite survivors with ire and desperation... then is God responsible, or is it Man who has no respect?
Take the big chunk of the credit If not for you, things won't fit Gravity pulls you to the ground You're here but I don't hear a sound Cleaning out the dirt and the grime Get up and go, leave the primetime Leave the unnecessary stuff Sing your song "Enough is Enough" From all these, now I know better Where's your resignation letter Don't rely solely on sheer luck Go, leave now, refuse to get stuck
In rugged mountains of beige A mission has been set To rid a faction of rebels Where conflict will be met Eradication To return a country to good Dispose of the unwanted For the feud to conclude Near the Helmand River valley A major offensive is set U.S. Marine push Juniors and Vets Its not even daylight As i radio them in Colleagues of three Hereford's unique fighting men In our covered position The Taliban are sighted Car bombings, slaughter Rotor blades we invited A distant sound Of birds of war Bringing Marines Bullets, hard gore From the valley rises Western army brawn In formation flight Blackhawk Dawn http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-5.php
He stole my precious and betrothed to have and claim as his own mate, and now I plot, my dark soul clothed with blackened rage and clouded fate. The flames that burn within me lead toward an every fiery gate. Dark, evil thoughts have cast their seed on embers, my soul burns with hate. My feral eyes now cast their gaze upon my foe, who nears his gate. I skulk amid a trellised maze, anxious to make him lie prostrate. Each footfall now, he nears my lair and swift my blade strikes true its mark. He gasps and stumbles, falling where his life ebbs in the breathless dark. Too curious to run or hide I stand and watch his life abate. 'Twas then that guilt spoke in my ear, "Now know yourself a demon's mate." A dark, cold cell is where I bide, wrapped in a prisoner's striped cape. I'm filled with dread, I long to hide. My soul knows there is no escape. The hangman's gallows have been built. Soon, one short walk up steps I'll take, to feel the rope's rough knotted quilt, and drop to death with one quick shake. To Poe
Getting off the bus along Hillside Avenue, I heard a loud commotion coming from a speaker; and getting closer, I saw the face of a sweaty preacher... calling all souls to Jesus and make them new. I looked and paused and saw this preacher with sweat on his face... as he was telling the crowd a true story of The Godfather's son, who was in the dark about his father's activities, and when he was finally told, he didn't care if he died; and to the authorities he went to report his dad. What a righteous young man he must have been, and how noble it was to reveal that well-kept secret which would have cost his precious life, giving up a chance at being powerful and not dedicating himself to a lifetime of crime; I can visualize him bowing his head down, and pray to stop the vicious cycle. I sat next to an elderly lady whose who's veiled head shone through a gentle light, " Sing along with me, and your lost soul will be reedemed by the blood of Jesus!" I shared her song book and began singing an evening prayer of repentance, as the preacher cried out, " Raise your hand, and I will pray for you tonight!" How many folks, like me, wanted to see that preacher proclaim the Lord's message; and how lucky I was to have encountered a stranger who sounded like Jesus, to add another sheep to his herd as he prayed for the sins of the repentant ones! How glorious it was to hear him glorify Christ and His father with his voice of grace! Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Michelangelo covered with the hood Weeping tears as holding Christ, he stood At the head of the man, who is the Lamb That became the perfect sacrifice, the great I Am Putting himself in Joseph of Arimathea's place Helping Mary Magdalene and Mary Jesus' mother face The tragedy, that they felt ended Jesus' race His chance to be the Savior, sent to grace The world with salvation and kingdom of love; How each stroke of the hammer guided from above Perfection of this work you desired for the Dove When an error occured, you were not proud of Gave this unfinished work away (to Antonio) Who for a profit did sell the work for pay Reconstruction by Tiberio Calcagni paved the way For the look of the Florence Pieta' today (The information that I got about this work said that Michelangelo used himself as a model for the hooded figure. I could just see Michelangelo feeling the agony of the person when he put himself in their place.)
When i close my eyes to sleep Will there be light in them tomorrow When they close for evermore Then no one will know my sorrow As every day encroaches My eyes grow more tired every day When they close for evermore Will i be around to see them say When it happens will i realise That daylight becomes eternal night When they close for evermore And when they do, will i regain my sight http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-7.php
God's Great Surprise Man on earth must grow and cope. Encapsulated, restrained Living life with dreams and hope Eternal learning maintained. Birth and death are facts of life. Two miracles, diverse lives - Mortality grasps its strife. Eternity loves; God thrives. When earthly death greets its end. Soaring souls to heavens rise. Life, like a butterfly, flies forth. Ascending to God's great surprise. © August 2, 2010 Dane Smith-Johnsen
Some songs make their impressions Lasting forever in our minds They may fade or not mean as much As our soul society blinds They tell us what they want us to hear Trying so hard to keep us blind But through the Songs Janice used to sing We were some how able to find How would you love to be Bobby McGee? Or the trucker far as goes I'm sure they had a hell of a trip Writing the song that all of us know Addiction took her from us one day In fact it has taken a few So before you fly know that it's no lie Like Janice it will take you to -------------------------------- I think I got way off track here but this for Brian's contest and it is one of the impressions in my mind that will forever stay. I loved her music, God Bless
I'm in the house all alone. (She is no where near alone in this house.) I hear the ringing of the phone. (And believe me its not just a mere mouse.) I answer, but oddly there is no one there. (Not even a dial tone, will she hear on the line.) I think this is more than the average scare. (When this is over, not even her body, they'll find.) I hang up and turn around, eyes open wide. (My decaying corpse I shall let her see.) I realize suddenly I'm trapped inside. (Tell whomever you want, but no one will believe.) Even though I'm locked inside, I still try to flee. (I slam the door, there is no escape here!) Oh why, oh why won't this ghost let me free? (Oh how I love the smell of her fear!) Oh Lord I wish I could take back that night. (She should never have been drinking.) When I ran her down in drunken delight. (What was wrong with her, what was she thinking?) I got out of the car to see what I had hit. (I lay on the road a crumpled heap.) In my stupor I pick her up to take her to a fresh dug pit. (She throws me carelessly in the back of her Jeep.) I now see for the wrong I've done I MUST make amend. (Breathing hard with sweat beading on her forehead.) I grab my chest as my life suddenly comes to an end. (Eye for an eye we're even now that she too, is dead.) For the duos, thanks for John Loving for tapping Sandra Hudson & Sami Al-Khahili, You both are next!
Lynn Mibell and I slept on a flattened futon and dreamt of better days. Days when her dear brother was not dying of AIDS. Days when our love life flourished. When we walked hand in hand along the bold face of Stone Mountain. We were giants. We danced all night in New Orleans. After partying all day on the horse- racing track of the Heritage Jazz Festival. We danced on clouds. As if our legs, our feet were divinely influenced, kissed, kissed kissed, by the gods, superhuman. Now, Lynn Mibell lays on that old bed and dreams of nothing short of monumental change. Nothing short of ending good and evil universally.
Reaching my golden age was an improbable, distant image... rarely thought of, or even visualized by me, I still cherish the fancy-free boy that was me! My careful footsteps have become slower, and my skin is losing its gleaming, brilliant look; I stand before my photographs displayed underneath the hand-painted coat of arms with a disillusioned, displeasing glare! Could that handsome young man be me? His skin is so smooth and his teeth dazzling white, lots of strands with curly hair reflecting a resplendent light... he's smiling staring at his friend, who's kissing a girl called, "Mimi." And unstoppable, bitter tears relentlessly flow; why haven't childhood and youth waited another year, or even another longest day, to let me breath with more easiness, seeing myself once again a virile lad... how horrible and scary is to face the merciless phantom, who will take me away! But this faith is too strong, and I can defeat any evil force; and although I seem unable to fight as I did when strength was mine, an angel will escort me to the gate, which will open to greet this faithful one... not regretting anymore that improbable, distant image retreating and fading as reality itself! Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
I've seen it now His bedroom, so dear Everything is the same No more reflection in the mirror His cars, his Lego's Yes, even his bed Everything is the same She knows the last words he said The colors are brilliant The ceiling's bright stars Everything is the same So much pain with the scars His clothes, his hammock And, yes his Boy Scout shirt Everything is the same Why must all our hearts hurt Let's try to remember Hold a memory in your heart Everything is the same Except we know we're apart So love and honor him Show someone you care Everything is the same And always say a short prayer
I see thee in yon grey mist. A swirling, beyond the pale. When an errant breeze does kiss, mixing the ethereal veil. Mine eyes perceive human form, my heart yearns that it be true. Then, away, by wind is torn, leaving memories of you. Perhaps tears, within mine eyes, did a time, confuse my sight. Having me see only lies, of a love lost in the night.
Velvet winter's bitter kiss Escorts my soul to unholy Bliss As teeth impale, my neck compelled To embrace his unsacred gift I am filled with blasphemed pain As I am born anew In damned unrest I will remain A` vie je de adieu *Hello everybody I just wanted to introduce myself, I'm Ricky, Chan's (aka JustThatArchaicPoet) husband. He's been encouraging me to join this community and share my art so I finally decided to share my work here. I've never shared my work so I'm interested and nervous about sharing it but I'm looking forward to the experience of putting myself out there for the first time. Thank You.
Parents so proud Four sons they raised From the Highlands of Scotland In the pre-war days On their crofts they worked Morning till night Unknown to them then Off a future fight The Germans have invaded A country so free Poland was taken The world shaken visually Britain declares war As our men enlist To rid the enemy As the fighting shifts Europe's engulfed In a feverish war Many are dying To comprehend what for The four brothers Sign up to fight As a mother will pray Every night Campaigns they fight In these theatres of war Witnessing horrors Never seen before In their garden at home On the family crofts A bed of roses With petals so soft Then one day With a passing glance A pink rose dripping red In deathly stance Their mother turns To the gate she looks Telegram in hand From the postman she took With trembling hands She opens with care Upon reading the message In tear laden stare Their eldest son In Africa was lost As many many others Deaths global cost Every day As she passes the rose It's pink petals bloom Her tomorrow's fear grows http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war4.php
The 2nd line Is the music hard to find? The 2nd line I've the rhythm on my mind! You dance with umbrellas And sometimes a fellow You dance with umbrellas Just like Cinderella Some dance with towels But please don't make a foul Some dance with towels And yes we do howl
SHE KNEW SHE WAS NEW TO ME There are too few people who get me The ones that know what I am and what I do Some of them understand and let me And one of them was you There are certain people who are aware They know where I'm headed and set for what course There are certain people who were just born to care And they're concern isn't born of force No, these are the people who see what I am and don't mind The ones who worry but somehow know I'll make it through People created by this universe simply to be kind And too oft I don't know why they do what they do Perhaps it's the smile I wish was inside my frown Or the happiness I'll probably never see in a world of pain Someone who lifts me up when I fall down A humanitarian who protects me from a torrential rain Some people see in my eyes that I ain't all that wise Yet they put up with the things my body tells me to do Certain individuals who I consider an unexpected prize AND ONE OF THEM WAS CERTAINLY YOU! Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
He of the depths To the surface he came Horned demon from Hades To cleanse your surface with flame This beast of the dark Surfaces to spread his plight To enhance his black Extinguish your light Your skies will become red His heathens will march Your world as you know it Will become torched and scorched His cloven children Will spread like the flames For you will be eternally dark Kneel down and proclaim Chant to your master The Dark King has come When your chanting is over Your new world has began http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/dark.php
Miss him, yes you always will But pain, he will no longer know. You'll see his face again, in every passing cloud But now the time has come for him to go. In your heart he will forever live. Try not to shed endless tears. In your dreams and your thoughts His voice you'll always hear. May you find comfort in these words For this you should always know. When its your time to leave us, You're fathers loving arms will welcome you home.
As the Pauper sleeps... The king no longer counts... His castle stands dishevelled... ...his jester eats the mouse... More gold arrives on boats... ...His men they build a moat... Wring a Wring a rosy... A pocket full of lint... The scavengers are circling... The kings pinnacle is spent... Cadaver a his only Ali... Coma broken...infection sent... No more time to harvest... The cow snatched the moon with the sheep...
Daddy told me not to drink I should have listened to him it happened so fast I couldn't blink everything went so dim when I awoke during the night I felt so cold and lonely on the ground I saw some bright headlights they say i was found by some old guy they say it was a woeful plight and that I would die I guess daddy was right daddy told me not to drink if I listened I wouldn't have to fight so listen or you will be on the life and death link
DEATH WAS THE SECRET AND DOPE WAS THE PRIZE We had so much back then to apologize for A thousand things, perhaps even more There was the broken, the smashed and much of the cracked We did a lot of damage and that's a fact Most stood transfixed on the destruction being done But they were just bystanders blinded by the sun And when their eyes were no longer shut what did they see? They saw collateral damage and people like me As Hansel and Gretel we followed the path of tears Because for years it's that kind of regret that adheres One doesn't simply say dry your eyes and it's over That would be akin to a weed turning into a clover Yes, those years were a backdrop on a primordial stage A play written, directed, and produced by the universe and its rage There came a time when our arms betrayed who and what we'd all become An eighth of the United States of America were walking around numb Then some prestidigitator president and his specious spouse opened her big mouth When they realized the problem had spread from both east to west and north to south Give the kids a slogan about "saying no" and they'll follow all the rules See, that's what happens when you hand this country over to fools We'd held demonstrations about racism and were maddened by war And with battle comes death while we were all keeping score Yes, we had a lot of things back then to apologize for But I'm telling you, your corrupt government had a lot more © 2011.….Phreepoetry
The price of fame is way too high But some will never learn And for this reason some will die Something, they have to earn They sell their souls for attention They will not be ignored Even knowing that their intentions Carries a just reward Billy the kid and Jesse James Were two, that found this prize But in the end, to seal their names Both of them simply dies Shakespere, Picasso, even Poe Were virtually unknown Then death come searching for their souls That's when their fame was grown In death, we see someone's beauty Why not while they're alive? Survival, it is our duty In death our work will thrive
Hi my dearest Kaylissa It's me, your mom I haven't written to you Because things haven't been calm I've thought a lot about you And can't get you from my mind Like Kenyon says "I've lost you..." All I want to do, is find I miss you more Than words can say And I wish I had you Here, to stay I know you're okay But I want to hold you I know I can't So what am I to do I guess just remember Even though it wasn't long One thing I do know Nothing you did was wrong So for now, I will be going Hope to write again soon When I think of you honey I will hum a little tune
I am a mass murderer, or so I've been told. I have been convicted, I sit here alone This 10x10 cell has too long been my home. My appeals are exhausted, there's nowhere to go The clock on the wall, ticks closer to twelve In just mere minutes, I'll be sent hell. Guilty as charged, I do feel compelled To unburden my soul before I am felled My victims were taken, with nary a care Simply because, they happened to be there. I took what I wanted, from anyone, anywhere They didn't deserve it, it wasn't fair. The warden has now arrived at my door To take me on my last walk, down that long corridor. I've never taken life, so seriously before Now that I'm standing outside the chamber door. The poison injected, will course through my veins My systems will shut down, I prey there's no pain To my parents, I'm sorry my life was lived in vain To my victims families, I apolgise again. I'm a condemned man, with no one to blame I'm a condemned man, filled with sorrow and shame. I've wasted my life, and now I must pay.
I turn and look all around me. Where am I? Where is this place? How did I get here to be? In what time is this or what space? Nothing is familiar at all. Oh wait...look there is... Gone...like a fleeting call Nope...that was not his... Or could it really be? I stumble and look down. Oh lord how could I not see? "Oh why?" I ask and frown. For at my feet doth lay The face that has been Known to hold me as prey Now it 'tis missing his grin. In my hand is this knife On the ground his corpse is rotting "Oh my I have taken a life" I say as his blood I am now blotting. I look for the mirror As I know this is not what it seems As I hope for a look that is clearer I look and let loose blood curdling screams. For there on my face is a smile. His blood upon my hands This has been there ALL the while His reign of terror no longer spans. But how is this to be? For in my eye is a gleam Am I truly free? Don't know...tis nothing but a dream.
Blasts jet with resistance true Spiking miles above my head Raging ages surge right through Begging me to fly instead Pea-soup greens splash in the sky Behind roiling charcoal force Even angels question why Disdain never bleeds remorse Brace to cut torture's caress Tremulous treads guide me on To proudly fight doom's distress Until flesh gets rendered gone Piercing spikes of sand shred skin Kicked about by tantrum swells Wailing like a violin Harpies toss exhaustion spells Cartilage snaps in my chest As my sails get torn to shreds Earth's soil greets me back as guest While rolling, the murk embeds In the chaos sparks appear Stirring up like bits of dust To pull me away from fear Energies consumed by trust Lifting from my weathered shell Up through the heart of the storm No tears as I bid farewell Nestled in my divine swarm
I think I'll die before I live from time to time, I suppose life seems more take than give a cynical opinion sometimes shows Michael, Gabriel or Azrael may come to bring me my pink slip and leave my future in disarray ticket punched for the return trip yet if I can get the jump on it go ahead and postulate anyhow a posthumous life might better befit than what I've got here right now today's stance an intractable position a life well lived, for argument's sake could depart now of my own volition and leave some witticism at my wake then folks who knew me, not one iota could say "just seemed to be so content" "though lately colder than North Dakota" "To hell is what I think was meant" and maybe I'll live on in my words to make life both meaningful and bold 'stead of day's living for the birds a posthumous life a thing to behold 'course I might need to think again considering all the prose and cons my best thinkin' might be just insane afterlife might be a big come on. maybe it's not any better than this my Shangri-La might be right here too hard to look back and reminisce if I just posthumously disappear © Goode Guy 2011-06-27 dear friends, we're gathered here...
It's hard when you loose Someone you love Sometimes I sense them Like they're watching above It's okay to laugh And it's okay to cry It's okay to remember And ask God why Why was it her Or why was it him So many questions Why does life look so dim Ask all you want God does answer prayer But always remember God is always there
"I am appalled," the administrator said ..."I am appalled by your recommendation." yet utterly correct, it soon proved to be for years anonymous, the implied accusation Challenger "slipped the surly bonds of Earth" and surely those scientific souls perished to "Touch the face of God" was said henceforth but always, in all ways, their memory cherished Roger Boisjoly*, and a few who knew the truth also, felt smacked-in-the-face by appalling as guilt and horror were revealed through proof let "only the facts speak" was the higher calling when timetables are allowed to tip the scale without regard to even more profound losses we could learn to let probable facts prevail and overrule overbearing bosses, whatever the cost is foregoing of foretelling, is unfortunately compelling © Goode Guy 2012-02-07 * pronounced: (Fr) Beaujolais http://www.npr.org/blogs/thetwo-way/2012/02/06/146490064/remembering-roger-boisjoly-he-tried-to-stop-shuttle-challenger-launch?ps=cprs http://www.npr.org/player/v2/mediaPlayer.html?action=1&t=1&islist=false&id=146490064&m=146483712 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Space_Shuttle_Challenger_disaster
My ship of dreams I build no more I hack to fragments my vain desire To toss like trash and be ignored. Upon my filthy, driftwood fire. To sail the seas and not return My ship sinks in the straight of dire. Its keel has split, its hull to burn Upon my filthy, driftwood fire. To hear the Sirens song too long Uncharted seas with sails which tire. With all my dreams and fancies gone Upon my filthy, driftwood fire. I pondered from my window long And fanned my passion ever higher. I cursed "His" name to sing my song. Upon my filthy, driftwood fire. For fortuned Isles my eyes did cry. My dreams I leave to whom I sire For I am cremated before I die Upon my filthy, driftwood fire. Resurrecting souls my dreams has killed To pull myself from deep quagmire. To warm my heart which time has chilled. Upon my filthy, driftwood fire. It is for sure, not springtime here Shorter days, how bare "His" trees. Looking back pulls eyes to tear For waste and loss of all my greed. Upon my filthy, driftwood fire Now as to turn from what it seems Left to me a works of priers Never to sail my ship of dreams. Upon my filthy, driftwood fire. Heap high this waifs, to be no loss. No wisdom from my follies liar Burn Oh! Burn you holocaust. Upon my filthy, driftwood fire. My sins may perish with my ships. To right my wrongs I now aspire. So let them burn without my kiss. Upon my filthy, driftwood fire. This cord of which I gladly burn Dreams or follies of mud are mire No loss to me and no concern. Upon my filthy, driftwood fire. Stream me toward sweet isles of peace Bright flash and gleam of my attire Shall fall in lour of my decease. Upon my filthy, driftwood fire. When in my grave I take my task Point for my Lord my vain desires In chilling embers and cold gray ash.
It's over for her Such suffering and pain She is up in Heaven Where there's so much more to gain her darling little face Full of tenderness and love Knowing for sure, somehow She was sent from above Her cute little hands And her stout little nose Everything perfect to us Right down to her toes Her purpose in life Was to give others strength Even though it only lasted About fifty-three hours in length Her stay here for us Was such a short one, you see But she taught us so much that life Can be wholesome, gentle and free Yes, dear Lord, please Take her to a place that's new To that place up and beyond Where forever she'll be with you
Herded humans Sweltering trains Dead cargo Suffering remains Gunshot glory Spurting spite Guarded genocide Barbwire lights Warsaw widows Stripped of food Numbered days Ribs that protrude Anesthetized surgeons Screaming knife Smoldering smokestacks Vacating life Conveyor belt corpses Rolling into ravines Six million taken Will no one intervene
My life was changed so harshly. It feels like yesterday, when God said you have had enough and that you couldn't stay. I miss you more than ever... Your guidance and your love. But, I know you're still watching silently from above. The love you gave still warms me the way it always will. But leaving left an empty space that time can never fill. From heaven you're still giving the love you always had. I know you hear me talk to you. I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU DAD!!!
I wonder what it feels like To be all alone I've been there before So, I don't need to be shown My mom is alone But, now, so am I Even my own brother Found it hard to say good bye Would my dad be mad If he could see me now I think he'd be happy With my life, somehow He told me to do What I thought was right "Don't let anyone hurt you Always put up a good fight" Yes, he sees me now I can feel his warm smile I have memories of dad To last for quite awhile
There are hungry mouths in every country of this planet, and everyone should help with little or much; how can we stand see them suffer, and helpelessly die on their beds? North America the wealthiest nation, which God bountifully blessed, has its poor living in drug-infested and run-down neighborhoods, faces that are never seen by the unsuspecting visitors; these unfortunate people have known hunger, not savored a delicious banquet! Whose fault is it the Government's or the uncaring parents' who have neglected them, and is it their permanent plagues: rugs, indifference and lovelessness that have reduced them to this awful and shameful state? They should blame themselves, not those governing and giving them handouts! Africa is the worst continent hit by a lack of food caused by corruption, everywhere the eyes turn: they witness the fate of those dying without a word of consolation; mothers clutching their little ones and their daily laments are still unheard... seeking water, while all beasts have become the skeletons of their devastated land! The Vatican always sends missionaries to the African people to proclaim Christ, the Savior; and it has vehemently invoked the pity of the wealthy and the kind to ease their misery; and Pope Benedict XVI prays on his feeble knees, asking for their generosity! Why can't He relinquish His guarded treasures and feed them a hundred times over? I am not a KIng or President and slabs of gold, locked in volts, I have not; and with the little I have...I will share with them and keep my conscience intact! Reach out, world, and eradicate this disease that's killing millions of unlucky folks; leave your seas and deserts, your cities and towns and be among them to end this curse! There are hungry mouths in each corner of our earth so marvelously blue, mouths with lips that are cracked and dry; bodies writhing in undeserved pain! Find them in Africa, in South America, or anywhere you'll be traveling to: unattended perishing souls....dying without dignity and so alone! Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Why did you leave I feel much pain I fell to my knees As they engraved your name
Death's doorman-destroyed Hell's domain..alloyed Book of Life..op'ed wide.. Is your name inside? Mark 1:15 is all thats required to be therein
So full of life With a cute little grin Every girls dream Each heart he could win Riding bikes around And playing with his dog He would take him out For a short little jog When he was at school He would talk about cars He would think about planets And how to count stars Boy Scouts was a passion His LIFE badge he earned Now that is not something That is easily learned His life was cut short But his memory will stay Embossed in our hearts Forever, day after day So, let us remember His laughter, his love His jokes and his pranks As he watches above
The room goes cold and dark My wife stands over me The bloodstain leaves the telling mark Oh why, oh why, could I never see I truly loved her so But something deep inside was broken If only she could know How the demon in me was woken I was just a boy My father towering tall For every scattered toy His heavy hand would fall And when I failed at school His harsh words would fly Telling me I was a fool It never mattered how hard I'd try The only peace I'd get Was when he took the bottle I'd wait until he slept Then finally I could settle All I ever knew was violence How was I supposed to know If the voices would never silence This torment would only grow And so when I became a man I took for me a wife And taught her with a firm hand A woman's place in life With every strike I knew The boy inside would cry But what was I to do I never questioned why This deadly disease I had My father passed it down Was I truly all that bad To earn his constant frown As the blood pooled round me And I heard her sobbing cries Was my love so hard to see I slowly closed my eyes This thing my father gave That took my life away I'll take it to the grave This I vowed where I lay Never would I beat my child The way that he beat me His mighty fists swung wild On a little boy of three I beat my pregnant wife Now here my life does fade Oh please Lord give good life To her unborn babe This abusive life it carries on Till someone finally dies Surely he was wrong Those mean words were all just lies And so with me this vicious circle Will finally see it's end Released from this deadly girdle Perhaps her broken heart can mend As I slip away I take her hand in mine These words of love I cannot say I hope she'll know in time With every bottle that I drank The boy in me would drown Deeper and deeper the pain sank Till the memory could not be found I had turned into my father A weak and hate filled man A man tormented by anger A sad and weary man The drink would not remove the pain But now as life flowed out of me Forming a deep red stain I knew she had set me free
Do you ever wonder why you are alive? For what do you really strive? A beautiful new house with the manicured lawn? State of the art fishing equipment used even before dawn? A Lexus,SUV, or Hummer showing off in the driveway? Or a supercharged Harley that "flies" down the highway? Or is it the big job promotion that puts you on the top of the mountain and has everyone praising you as they gather around the drinking fountain? Or maybe it is that "babe" you need on your arm... who thinks the world of you because of your charm? Quite possibly it is that emerald necklace or that perfect, colorless, diamond ring? But you know that you can't settle for anything, it's got to be the most equisite bling - bling. But the Creator says that all this "stuff" will one day be destroyed by fire. And we know this as the absolute truth, because one thing God cannot be is a liar. So since we know this to be true, what is it then that we must do? We need to connect with Him, stick to Him like glue. Without Him our sky appears gray, but with Him, we see so much blue. We must praise Him and worship Him for who He is and what He has done for us. That is really what he created us for, yes, in Him alone we must place our trust. Then we need to find what is important to the King... His passion for people and His amazing love for them. And His intense desire for everyone to draw so very close to Him. So we must think about more than ourselves. In fact, a magnet is more what we must be. Drawing some toward Jesus the Messiah, In that, He would be extremely pleased. Remember that everything we experience in this life is just temporal. Except His word and our relationship with Him (or without Him),which is eternal. So praise Him and worship Him, He who sacrificed His very life for you. And help to "magnetize" others, that is the least we can do.
Excuses abound for the dark ballyhoo, Liquor pours warm, lower regions take hold, Better sought after than left to the old, Savor this night-give the devil his due. Pocket your morals, the strongest are few, Longing for children, in you they confide, Come morning, such whimsy is hard to abide, Savor this night-give the devil his due. Forget learning names, It's all fun and games, Savor this night-give the devil his due. The scent of the hunter is all over you, Hands perform marvels, caresses grow bold, Wet limbs rise in heat, then fall away cold, Savor this night-give the devil his due. Lust comes unhinged in the darkening hue, Wanton mouths, satin maws of beds open wide, Come morning, all feelings of love you deride, Savor this night-give the devil his due. Sample all her delights, Run wild through the nights, Savor this night while the devil takes you.
I heard the screech owl Real late tonight I've heard it before And not a good sight I've heard it before When you hear that thing It wont be long You'll feel the "sting" The hurt and pain The sorrow at the end You wont know how But you do want to mend So when you hear That owl again Think twice, you see It could be your friend
You've been the ones You have been there To ease our minds Of this cross we bear You've been the ones When there's something to barrow When life seems so dim In our hardest times of sorrow You've been the ones You all can share in our grief When we are with you Our hearts find relief You've been the ones The ones to help us along You've made us feel As if we truly belong You've been the ones Our COMPASSIONATE FRIENDS To help ease the pain And our love never ends
Christ lived for about 33 yrs to show us the way to Heaven by His Teachings and Examples 11282011
To you my friends, I raise this glass of love, good will and cheer. For, may we meet again, for laughs, at this same place next year. Fear not the passing on my friends, should you, not then, appear. For, we will fill a glass for you at your setting every year. For, if you show in spite of death, to raise a glass for cheer, well my good friends, I say to you, "you won't catch me here, next year!"
A young mans shadow darkens As he walks into the night. A moonlit path before him He thinks about his life. His parents cry and wonder His friends just turn away. Was life really worth living Could he go on this way? In search of a distant answer He wiped away the tears. He took the gun into his hand No longer would he fear. What could have been his crime For which he paid so dear? He was just a man, who loved a man who hated the word, Queer!
You were always there Whenever I needed a friend You were comfort to me Right to the very end My sadness at losing you Has brought me to tears But your memory will be with me All through the years I know that you are safe now In the heavens above My faithful friend and guardian Tula the angel of love This was written for a friend of a friend that recently lost a family member, her faithful friend and puppy Tula. Many blessings to her and may her grief be replaced by the wonderful moments that she shared with her faithful friend. Smiles from Lena
Heaven's Gate entreats me passage, letting me enter unto the road. Should I be here? That's what I'm asking, as I let free my burdening load. Heaven's Gate, the place of my longing. Though, I may feel that I don't belong. Like at the home of my childhood sweetheart; here, is a place that is guarded and strong. Working my way up to advance now. Trying my best to go on and get in; learning that all of my past wants and desires were surely not good and surely a sin. But, I have prepared for this very moment; repented and fought for this very right. So, a kiss I give to you now my darling, for I must go on, I bid you good night. I know you lay still in your motionless slumber, dreaming of this is your worsening fears. As I lay next to you, now, I am called on. So, thank you, again, for all of those years. You'll wake in the morn to see I've departed. No more, to bear burden of all of my ills. I know that in time you will find the closure, for even you know we do as He wills.
Bright and beautiful colors, Here for a season. Red, yellow, and orange, To die is the reason. Why beauty last for a season? I don't really know. Lovely sight for a week, Leaves die and don't grow. I want to photograph the tree, At the end of the road. But I never have my camera, To give the oak its ode. I look forward to next fall, When again it beckons me. The beauty for a week, I long to see.......
How long before my memory fades How often will I forget your name? Will my mind be forever robbed Of laughter, sorrow and pain? When I can no longer find them Where will my memories go? Will you know that I still love you When your face I no longer know? Will dementia drive me insane Will I scream out, but have no voice? Will my body shut down in protest Will I simply have no choice? Will my mind just wander Or be locked up in another place? Will dreams turn into nightmares Where I run a never ending race? In search of distant memories Looking for a friendly face. Will dementia rob me of my life And take me from this place? The home that we have shared The family we have reared. I'm so afraid to lose it all As if it were never there. I prey dear God, don't let it happen Don't let dementia take from me. The only thing I've left in life My memories!
Only half of me I don't want to be plus burning in hell For eternity!
The sea churned and spewed forth a mighty roar As the funnel formed in the not so far distance I admired the beauty, but feared to the core As my feet, to stay, offered resistance T'is just a fool who would stay out this storm It's smarter to take shelter or even hide No, I didn't want to incur any harm To where, is what I must decide To the schools, ah yes, they were built brick by brick There's strength in the building, surely it is safe Though the storm brewed oh, so very thick As upon me then fell a twenty foot wave My breath, my heart, I panicked, but yet I tried I did my best to acquire as much air as I could Successfully escaping the depths, I then cried And ran as far away as I knew I then should
The sunset of life has many hues Your family, friends and neighbors You have no regrets; you've paid your dues Completed a life time of labors The light grows dim, slowly fades away Those that are closest are near No longer in this world must you stay You face what's next without fear Your passage into another world A pleasure you should savor Those gone before now are unfurled Old family, friends, and neighbors From that sunset on the other side Springs an eternal sunrise Again with loved ones you will abide God's love for you never dies
Soul, still drifting in the subtle calmness, undaunted and adamant; never being effected by malicious intent, never being accursed by words... Use extreme caution when transversing boundaries of strange lands inhabited by mediums, who are the seers that wish to replace God; accept no invitation by affirming their cult... Wise heart,, live according to your beliefs, faithful and changeless: never revere a false god, the gold-adorned one who glitters with the utter pretense of being the golden sun... Preachers abound like the eagles of the Appalachians Mountains; they relentlessly rove to snatch whoever is feeble, to convert them to their preposterous creed; I have seen many fall from grace and ask for forgiveness... How wonderful and liberating is to live never being accursed by words, or attached to fatal feelings of hurt; how delightful and inspirational is to achieve every possible joy that only faith can guarantee with a simple oath... Footsteps, be attentive and shrewd, look out for the one slandering with the tongue of the lewd; eyes, judge people by their external appearance to minimize danger, the distrustful look reflects the turmoil of their soul lucidly molded by Lucifer... Compassion can mitigate the misery of a miscreant, and possibly transform his or her appearance with repentance, never being accursed by words hailed from angry mouths; if execution is justice, death won't change anybody's heart... Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
I had a peaceful journey, Before I walked the earth, I felt a warm presence, Before my feeble birth, That held me in the womb, And took me in His hands. Then He softly whispered, "One day you'll be a man." He held me so tightly, Before my earthly name. There was no suffering momma, 'Cause a man named Jesus came.
He stood all alone, helpless and cold. The vile words thrown at him, how bold. They don't know his situation couldn't be controlled. If they would only listen as his story is told. They think he is a drunk, or that he is crazy. "He probably has no home because he is lazy." His life before this is all really hazy. I bet they never knew he likes Swan River Daisies. He's not a person in their clouded eyes. They don't risk talking to him, it's probably all lies. I see how people treat him and a part of me dies. If only they could see he's an angel in disguise. He once was a CEO, a husband, and a father to be. His happiness was stolen when his wife's car hit a tree. In a downward spiral, the future he no longer could see. It wasn't two lives lost in the crash, it was three. His pain so great, he just couldn't cope. He thought God failed him, so he had no hope. To ease the pain, he turned to dope. He'd hang himself, if only he had some rope. Try as I might, I can't get him to come home. He says he is better off on the streets, all alone. He thinks he ruins lives so the streets he'll roam. He has all he needs, he says, a toothbrush and a comb. Its sad to know, I'm his one true friend. If only someone could make amends. I listen with my heart and I don't condescend. I will be there for him until the end. I pray for my "Skater Man", every night. The hand he was dealt, just wasn't right. I pray he will one day see the light. Sadly, its his battle and one I just can't fight.
To those who do not know me I'm a husband, father, brother and son. I accepted the call of my country Now my race is run. I died an angry death Lying on foreign soil. For my family and my country In hope a terrorist, I might foil. To the mother of my children I hope you'll remember me. As a good and loving husband Just as I tried to be. To my children Karen and Jacob I hope you'll remember me. As the dad you could always turn to. I loved my family. To my brother and my sister I hope you'll remember me. As a good and decent man The way a brother should be. To my mother and my father I hope you'll remember me As a loving, trusting son Proud of me, I hope you'll always be. To the Country that I served I hope you'll remember me. As a soldier, as an American Who died for liberty. Fear not your loss For this I guarantee I'll see you all in heaven and I hope you'll remember me.
Under cloak of a midnight sky, on Halloween, the moon was full. An eerie sight there caught my eye, I viewed his body being pulled. The dirt unearthed was moist and fresh, once the grave where he'd been placed; a man of forty, so I'd guessed, I could, just barely, see his face. When I moved in closer still, five tombstones soon surrounded me, and chanting in the night air filled, the prophesies of mystery. On this day, so prophesied, chanting of a thousand witches, would raise the dead from all the tombs, all the morgues, and crypts and ditches. At the stroke of twelve, or so, while stirring fast, strange witches brew, their voices filled the midnight hour, and chanted 'til the stroke of two. Potions, cauldrons, signs of death, raised my hair, as I held my breath. "Ravens, Banshees, owls and trolls, raise the bones of forty souls." Witches moved to form an arc, and in the center placed the man, then dripped the blood of forty larks, that severed both his lifeless hands. When the chanting nearly ceased, his hands began to fly like bats, and to the air were doves released, soon followed by a hundred cats. Beyond fear, I was a wreck, I told my feet to pick up steam, but one hand grabbed me 'round the neck, on this, the darkest, Halloween. So, next time, as you walk alone, in the dark, on a moonlit night, remember the rest of his bones, are out there to fill you with fright. The witches, "sign of the five," are points of a star bringing death, at this moment you're still alive, while I am still catching my breath. Each Halloween, at midnight, his body still roams, that's no joke. His hands are still able to fly, and next time they'll fly at your throat.
Every time I looked to Heaven This is what I'd see The pearly gates there opened Calling out to me I'd stop to pause a moment As I'd try to recollect The life that lay behind me My path so indirect I somehow made it this far Now will they let me in Did I remember to ask the Lord To forgive me of my sins I stand before the gate so wide Yet narrow is the path I fear that I have not done right And now must face God's wrath Maybe He'll show mercy Perhaps He will be kind I know I could have done better If I'd been given more time It's now too late to ask Him It's much too late to pray I should have done it sooner That's the biggest mistake I made He doesn't seem too angry As I kneel down and say I'm sorry please forgive me On this my Judgment Day He looked just inside his book And said with a grin "Blessed is the child of faith and love My child, please come in" So this is my reminder From heaven up above Find it in yourself today Show forgiveness, faith, and love
All parents are devastated by the death of their youngest; did strange behavior or premonition pique their curiosity at all? They got out of hand at the neighbor's party too wild and intense, and without supervision, they binged and laughed hysterically; blasting music, making obscene gestures, dancing madly and cursing loudly, and they felt too powerful with those drinks in their irresponsible hands! Actions aren't justified when they are premeditated so perfectly, killers make plans to murder someone, then claim insanity; kids tell their parent lies to do things that are harmful and shameful, down the road across Lisa's house, four kids barely seventeen drove into a light pole! Their blood is still there, and thousands of flowers can't cover those stains, unconsolable mothers kneel by their angels' beautiful pictures; friends sob and hold back their tears, fearing they would be next! Why trust kids fully, when a cautious word can definetly put some sense into them? All parents are devastated by the death and tormented by the demise of their youngest: when agony rips apart their wailing chest for not having done enough; and to carry that guilt inside is a costly price: to have seen a young life wasted and lost! Let's learn from these tragedies, and do more to prevent more fatalities! Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
I often think about death these days And how it will come for me Will I be faced with a painful death Or will I die while in my sleep. Will I fall down while no ones there And lay in writhing pain Or will I suffer a massive stroke Leaving nothing but a shattered man. How will I be eulogized How will they speak of me Have I been worthy of good words Will people pray for me. I'd like to be remembered As one who cared for all As one who never shied away When those in stress would call I hope my children won't suffer my death Or anguish for too long I hope they will not be made to cry But stand up brave and strong. I hope I won't die alone With no one by my side But rather that I am surrounded By those who shared my life. My life has been a wonderful time I am so happy to have shared The truly magnificent world we live in With those who really care. I loved listening to all around me And to be allowed to see. And smell and taste all of God's gifts I thank all blessings given to me. I love my family deeply And will miss them most of all But soon I think God will call my name And I will head the call.
As we meander through the lifeless days Escaping true bliss and the heated blaze. Aimlessly searching for a better goal We traverse this world as wandering souls. Most times days are dark as a mystery Dropping as dead leaves from a sunlit tree. Wasting our time as though prodigal trolls We circumnavigate as wandering souls. Born bad seeds falling through steep cragged cracks Trying to fill empty holes to get back. Ogres and gargoyles can't rock but we roll Destined to ramble on, wandering souls. Our hell is excursions with nothing said One can't change agony and lifelong dread. Always a party filled with laughs,so droll Not for us vagabond wandering souls.
Exigent words Cogent and plain Hanging beneath A precipice of pain
Eyes full of tears, Still crying over you. Since you left the world, It's hard to continue. Living this lonely life, Full of emptiness and grief. Your natural stay on earth, Was all but too brief. I know you left the shell, God had let you borrow. But since you left my heart, I lost myself in sorrow.
My very best to you old friend As you venture on your way I hope you find your place with God And we meet again one day You've been more than a friend to me A father figure too I hope you did not suffer friend I pray the best for you Be not so worried of your wife Your kids are there and strong Even though she's crying now We hope it won't be long Look down on us from time to time We could use you as our guide My very best to you old friend I know you've reached His side O'er Newfoundland just one more time Look on it then, with cheer We smile just to know you're there As we smile, too, to feel you here
It was a sultry night in Georgia I heard the mournful sound of a train whistle blowin. So I made my way down Main street To a little sidewalk cafe, where the coffee was flowin. There sat a man and woman, holding each other hands The same thing you and I once did, before you had to die. I remembered the last time that I held your hands. It was to kiss you and say goodbye. On that sultry night in Georgia Where the train whistle was once a blowin I had to take my coffee to go Before my tears began a flowin. Though love has found me once again No one could ever take your place. My Georgia Memories bring a smile to my heart. Sometimes they bring a tear to my face.
Thou tooketh mine heart And dashed it to the ground From thy eternal sleep Thou willst always hurt me My hopes thou dash'd And tore apart my soul Left in a crumpled heap To fend on my own The bleakest night was yet to come When I saw thou with thine girl The pain stabbed at my heart And I feel it still
Counterfeit smiles Insipid hellos Crossing paths Destination known Nobody has names Just competing clothes Glaring past glances A forlorn flow Stumbling off sidewalk Onto crumbling street Yet another sidewalk Heads without feet Lost to crowds Blanched in between Ponderous pedestrians Rising steam Tethered tomorrows Skyscraper seams Falling faces Concrete dreams
I miss you like there's no tomorrow I clench my chest to sooth my hearts sorrow My head spins round and round The reason He chose you cannot be found My eyes water when your name is spoken Your death, has me awoken These salty tears stream down my face Life is going at a too fast pace I ask God every night and day I pray, I pray, I pray, I pray My house is quiet with you gone I just don't know what went wrong My knees shake at the sound of your name My life will never be the same Nightmares wake me up each night I can never reach you, when you're in my sight You left my world a bitter and alone My life is harder then a stone So I loose, you win... So let me be, let this darkness close in
Rancid rancor From a pungent poet Sipping fermented anger From a shoe of Moet Caustic climax Of a pernicious plot Spilling into the holes Of his soul's rot Lathered Laces In a fuming froth Tying her infidelity In a knotted troth Twisted tongue Beneath a bedeviled bog Silenced by frayed fingers Beneath a drunken fog
When I pass a mirror and catch you watching me, I'm stricken with the strangest chill that no one else can see. The resemblance is uncanny. The face, the hair, the nose. I'm even just about your height. I guess that's how it goes. I'll always be reminded of when you went away each time I pass a mirror... (That's every single day.)
Newsflash Nature at your door A spectacle of wonder Live on channel four Raucous reporters flailing Beneath whistling knifes Glued eyes anesthetized By potential loss of life Ratings rapidly rising Above muted horizontal rain Complacency collapsing beneath Just another hurricane Clothed carcasses floating Down raging river roadways My God was that my neighbor With whom my daughter plays Excuses evacuated As a tragedy tunes in Nature doesn't play politics But it will kill your kin
Never despair when a loss hits home and you desperately seek anyone to embrace, to let the tears decrease the unbearable pain, which persists until you release it to your powerful faith; only then the dreadful shadow is suddenly lifted by revelation... Death may be the only desire you invoke, words and hugs that impart sympathy, can increase the yoke; what is needed is more time to mourn by yourself, sitting alone, meditating and delving into those forgotten images... It may be an improper time to squeeze sweetness out of memories that have turned overwhelmingly bitter, but out of a tragedy another miracle happens: life is valued more and lived more fully and deligently... Never despair, or let the tears increase the unbearable pain, that can make your spirit much weaker and delusive; denying it a desired stride and that certain confidence to count how many tears you have shed, and see each one as a dewdrop absorbed by the warmth of the awakening sunrise... Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
My make up is running Two black lines down my face My body is burning I return to that place Hiding in my sorrow My tears wetting my face Always returning to tomorrow I'm close to the place As a sigh escapes my lips A familiar voice speaks more unheard words I feel the light caress of fingertips I look above and see black birds I'm in that place
A sharpened blade Slicing a sordid song Dissecting angelic silence A sanguine paragon Mottled screams Dripping down a steel shaft Staining implacable fingers Gripped by a demonic draft A detached soul Twisted by humanity's bane Heaven has but one perversion And Hell is its domain
Cardboard box dormant and faded tell me my life forgotten and jaded If God peeked in would the Almighty sigh he took my mom today she taped your tattered side Report cards, pictures even a lock of blonde hair grandma don't tell grandpa I'm crying in his favorite chair Why must we lose someone to truly reminisce was I really this happy once him too I miss Cardboard box dormant and faded tell me my life forgotten and jaded
Positioning my heart on a pole, I look deeper into my soul. Feeling empty inside, Leaving noting left to hide. I'm filled with my deep desire, It consumes me in its darkness. Among these people with no shame, All looking for fame. For I am no free man, In this cell I stand. And a voice heard among the guilty, Says sit down because you are still one of us.
White is the snow, When winter comes, As I look, I know, My face, it numbs. As I walk through the white, And it wraps me like a ring. How I long for the sight, Of the beautiful spring. My brain swims around, And my hands feel numb, I can't make a sound, So Heaven, here I come. Then all of a sudden, When my throat gets tight, My body has deadened, And there's a beautiful light. No more agony, And no more pain, In Heaven I am happy, With Jesus again!
While the moon shines bright o'er the Sphinx In a land of sand so far A pharaoh holds his dying son While praying to a star He challenged the word presented him His feelings never bent Upon him then a curse was placed As death to the son was sent The first born child was marked with death As a result of his father's denial Had the pharaoh heeded the word No death would be on the Nile But, alas, he hadn't, many had died As a result of his own ignorance Lives could have been spared, had he listened And bowed to His magnificence
They say words can heal the most difficult of times, strengthen your resolve and ease your mind. But these are more than words, they're tears from my pen; think of them as a warm embrace offered by a grieving friend. Please accept my condolences and these words of mine, written to comfort you during a most difficult time.
Having suffered years of grueling tyranny, Sand is still red which should be tawny. Iraq has become a land of widows Men are cruely killed there in rows. Due to war when families are separated, Children are those who are worst affected. Phan Thi Kim Phuc is name of that woman, Who became goodwill ambassador in 1997, UNESCO gave her this honorable position She was photographed in a piteous condition, During the Vietnam War, in her childhood. But every child victim's luck isn't so good. War ends, in some years country recoups, Civilians honor their patriotic brave troops. Injured soldiers medicated at country's cost, Children loose their shelters when they need the most. Educatlion is far from such kid's dream They have to leave their self-esteem Fighting for food, having memories of terrors, After a war, they are the worst warriors.
She stood among the many faces of the volume Yet, she remained a silent presence in the active world She looked about, feeling lost and deep isolation Just too much to truly handle for this little girl Though a woman in years, her mind was so very young There was no complete understanding grasped, ever held Her wish, to fit, to fill, to just be a major part of the rest With dreams and hopes, alive within, to never quell The sunlight turned a blind eye upon her that June day As darkness overcame her thoughts, creating then more strife That lost, lonely girl, may she find the peace she always sought For on that day in June, the world cried, she took her very life A poet of the world, a gift for many hungry minds For our eyes can only now look upon her written past As no more dreams to write of, nor thoughts expressed I pray she found her happiness and that it lasts Godbye my friend, sorry I wasn't there for you. I am also sorry and saddened that time and so many miles came between us.
Burdened by harshness, overcome with grief The young man pondered, complete disbelief It was only yesterday, a smile she had brought Yesterday is gone and now he has naught. At the hands of another, she was taken too fast Wet roads, blurred vision, wasn't meant to last She was coming to meet him, nightcaps for two When the other, abruptly, changed what was due The phone it then rang, "Mr Johnson? Sargeant Stedt" That's all he could remember of the words I just said "Your wife, sir, she had an accident, please come quick". His heart then stopped beating, he was violently sick. He arrived at the scene. Two cars were torn apart. He still hoped for a chance, with all of his heart. It was too late. She had gone. He felt so alone As he bent to kiss her softly. Oh, the love he had shown. With my arm around him, asking him to take a seat, I saw how he weakened. He must be off his feet. I explained how the other seemed to have lost control Yet, he did not hear me, this poor wounded soul. Knowing his burden of the many days ahead I gave him a card, of which he now read A plain old hallmark that seemed to say it all And I knew that it helped when he started to bawl. "Weep not for the loss; the love of your life Think of those happy times, those days with your wife Be grateful of your time and sharing each breath Celebrate her living, grieve not of her death."
Hear through ears of turbulent change, Taste with crackling desire Feel the room exhale in a sigh with your senses akin to the fire Straddle your gait as you pull in the reigns Footsteps singed black by the floor Smoke vision cleans you, a soul polish shine of ashes to dust evermore Walls aching now and a moment from falling Pregnant clouds not quick enough in their calling Sky like the anger of a woman red scorned Sagging floor licked in it's blisters forlorned Sap all your strength as you fall to your knees Heavy air settles your breath Fly through your life an instant with ease like the infinite rattle of death You were just sleeping and dreaming of warmth engulfed in the yearning to pray Burst open the door to be instantly cooled in the arms of your life, a new day...
Here lies a man who first was a son. Stayed with his parents 'til he found the right one. Then he was half of the pair that we knew. He loved her immensely with a devotion so true. He's also a father of four, don't you know? Because of so many that's why he did go. Rest in peace, you've earned it!
Oh why, oh brother, did you leave? Did you really mean to go? Was there something you were searching for? What was it you needed to know? And how, dear brother, will the children bear the burden of what is true? What will they think and what will they feel and how shall I talk of you? So, help me brother, on my way, to help them with their strife. And tell me brother why you chose to take your very life.
Weep not, dear sweet child, Your mother lives in the sky Remember she loves you And will be keeping an eye She is smiling so pretty As she watches you grow She is ever so proud She wants you to know She wants you to be happy Not shed any tears She wants you to be strong To control all your fears She holds in her hands A trinket of her love She'll bestow on you, child When you meet her above Now, she wants you to know It's important to go on Keep her in your heart, loving And forever be strong
The sparrow had been gone for many a year now It had taken to the heavens to soar on the breeze But, if you look up, you may catch then a glimpse Of the loved sparrow in flight, putting heart at ease It had gone, but yet it stayed, in those of its seed The hatchlings that had grown, well enough to fly Yet, I never looked upon them, saw their beauty As I kept watching for the first sparrow, in the sky Had I looked on the nest, to where the little ones were I would've seen that the sparrow had left pieces behind For there, in the beauty, of new stretching wings Was the truth and love just waiting there to find I had missed their first flight, their coming of age Oh, the courtships they had, my eyes did not see Because, here I stood, always looking to the sky Waiting for something that would never come to be But now, now I see, I can even hear the sparrow's song Each note is melodic, each young one, so wild, so free I shan't look away to watch the sky any more in dream I will watch these sparrows, keeping them close… to me
She came to me with watery eyes, Screaming of some bad dreams, she had. My question, I asked of my little girl Was, "Why are you crying? Why are you sad?" She told me she thought of us leaving, My wife and I, from her world and sight. She cried hysterically at thoughts of our passing, That all I could do was comfort, hold her tight. This poor little girl had a sense of reality, Though, luckily death hasn't happened as of yet. I reassured her we're not going any time soon And if life were a gamble, I'd place a bet. She looked at me through her red-teared eyes, Smiled briefly, as she questioned life with God above. I realized my ten year old was growing so fast And at this moment was sharing all of her love. I told her that we would again, one day be together Provided we live well and always do our best. She said, "Daddy, I think I understand it all now. We have to work together in life. That is our test." She showed me age doesn't give wisdom, love does. She let me know of her true unwavering love. She taught her father a thing or two, this night, About life and death, both, being gifts from above.
We shall not be here always As one day, too, we'll leave Fear not that day of passing For now's no time to grieve With love and admiration Hold strong, within your hearts The love that knows no boundaries The love we now impart Today, we have each other A family proud and true As it continues always on All our love is here for you So, hold it now, smile a smile You'll know no greater love Than the love, we, as a family Were gifted from above Today's the day to make a vow Not to another, but unto you Keep love within your heart, always You'll forever keep us there, too
Glowing castles fall to embers in the dying funeral pyre no one left who still remembers who was laid upon the bier night owls eyes reflect the shimmer of the burning coals demise as the flames grow ever dimmer and the stricken spirit flies all alone here in the evening under stars so high above I am staying,you are leaving, tell me what to do with love.
A vision came to me as in a dream. For me the sun would set and rise no more. Gone all my admirations and esteem. My spirit fell and sunk into its core. No sun, no warmth, no inner-peace. Ah no! Within a constant solitude and yet, Calm of morning an eastward wind had stole. My scream fell on no ear –I had no breath. My soul had sought not sun, or moon or star. My body laid the length of all the earth. A sadness fell away! -Away and far. No Heaven, no Hell I found to be the worth. No comfort stroke within this final void. What whispers earth unvoiced and not to scream. Life be forgotten nothing verve enjoyed, This vision came to me as in a dream.
I touched upon an old handkerchief That sent my mind to better days The scent of perfume was held within As the image of you left me crazed Alive you were again standing before me That smile only you possessed, held me dear It was as if you had never left me Still standing close, so very near Each time I hold something you left me So many things then come to mind But I only see the positive, the beauty For that is what you left behind… Memories left, for me to find
What is that blood upon your hands my one and only child? Have you destroyed all our plans for all your running wild? Why do you sit alone and cry, hot tears upon your face? I fear I see the future die, for all your dark disgrace. My spirit flies around the world and cannot find surcease, So bright our ventures were unfurled and now there's no release. What have you done?Come tell the truth, come to me 'ere I find, That you have slain the bird of youth and left our hopes behind. "I'll sail across the ocean blue, dear Mother don't you fear, And I'll return when things are new, a fortnight or a year. The night came in andstole my soul while conscience was asleep, I never meant to take the role but evil thoughts can creep Into the purest mind that rests besot with spirits bright, I owed a thousand more in debts and could not set it right. Forgive me now as I depart,across the rolling sea I never meant to break your heart, Forgive and think of me."
Hello, dear friend, it's been a while I hope to hear you're doing well How are you feeling, how's the family? Please chat with me and sit a spell. The rooms of life have lost their sunshine As age, like draperies, come to close The sun still strong is trying hard now To reach me here, before repose So, speak dear friend, of the outside Tell me of the sun's warming grace Let me know then, before I travel By gazing at your smiling face
She wore the most beautiful of gowns Her skin was soft and pure perfection Lips, they were the most delicious red She was at the top of anyone's selection She was quiet, an attribute quite desired It seemed she was also well at ease I couldn't help but stare at her beauty And know that she was finally at peace Death becomes her…
I touched upon an old handkerchief That sent my mind to better days The scent of perfume was held within As the image of you left me crazed Alive you were again standing before me That smile only you possessed, held me dear It was as if you had never left me Still standing close, so very near Each time I hold something you left me So many things then come to mind But I only see the positive, the beauty For that is what you left behind… Memories left for me to find
The day you walked away i felt lost in the most unusual way part of my mind shut down that day and now i don't know what to say maybe you never left me just the life you didn't want to see but how could I not be the person I was when there was we perhaps you are still here there are times i swear you are still so near but you slipped away into yester-year I just wished things were more clear
Demons walk upon the earth Hidden forms, have human birth Devils, they, who take not give Death to us, is how they live. Think for a moment, if you please Is death the end? I ask with ease. For then we meet the chosen one God the father, His Holy Son. So, death, then isn't all that bad Though when it's others, we feel sad. But, if to die by another's cause Is that a reason to give pause? Remember, to where, we can ascend So, death for now is not the end And if a demon should come to call Tell him you are ready and that is all.
On thoughts of passing from this world One could expect sadness, remorse Yet, I say smile, welcome the change For if the one was good, then it's just the course For each person shall venture to the life promised To their heaven, their soul destined fate On thoughts of passing from this world I tell you now, for this, I can't wait
As evening ends the sun shall set And then, will come the dark. Forgive my soul every debt As my candle looses spark. In the night, burn no light Do not seek my souls return. Weep not for me and have no fright No ties to earth, I've earned. As morning breaks my shadow cast No more upon the ground. When I am gone and breathed my last No more my voice will sound. Then in the still of the night When loneliness surrounds Review our life with all your might Shared love of which we found. This is my entire legacy I leave to you my dear, Your love was salvation for me Upon this grinding mortal sphere.