People make me smile the way
their eyes shine when they talk
about something they love
when they feed me food. Or tell
me how much they love me
when I look into someone's
eyes and see it I see that look
in their eyes I see love in them
When I see someone laugh and
have fun in what they do
The way they cry for there lost
When they give me a smile and
tell me how beautiful I am
People are beautiful well some
are and I wish someday I can
find someone who will look at
me and say "you have that look
in your eye" what look?
I want to find someone so
beautiful in the inside I can't
stay away they amaze me with
what they say an do how they
will dance in the rain and know
every detail about me
Will bring me Starbucks on a
rainy day and just talk about
I want someone beautiful
Dear brother you were only 22
when the good Lord came calling for you
Water had consumed your last breath
Coroners said was a flashback from heroin and meth
I had always looked up to you
but your verbal abuse made me and the others feel blue
black hair hazel eyes man you look so like Elvis
imitating shaking your hips and pelvis
blisters and sores on your young pale face
oh boy how you had fallen from Gods grace
you had a little girl right after you died
Mom always stood by her and your girlfriend's side
first Grandpa then you Dad Mom and brother Bob
for my life now feels like I've been robbed
missed over 30 yrs of wishing you birthday greetings
now at the dinner table there is limited seating
but every year when your birthday comes and passes
I will be there to pick your grave site overgrown grasses
I wonder what you would look like today
or even if your hair would be full of grey
I have forgiven for all you had done to me
for I hold no regrets so your soul can be free
heres wishing you another birthday greeting
as I lay this card and rose at your grave site's seating
Please give Grandpa Dad Mom and brother Bob my love
for someday I will reunited with all of you above
For now I have my own little girl
for she is my own everyday world
I promise to tell her all about you
and how God will turn you into someone pure and new
Rest in peace my loving dear brother
heres another birthday wish I send in passion smothers
In Loving Memory Of
My Brother Gary
10/ 18/ 48
6 / 5 / 71
I remember the first time we met you came round for a coffee.
I remember it well, we sat talking for hours, just you and me.
Over the next few years, We must have drunk hundreds of cups.
Life was a roll of downs, Then ups.
I remember the first time I met your Mum. All dressed in pale blue.
I think she was going to some special do.
I remember Jills first birthday party, even the dress she wore.
The house was full of friends and family and more.
Val and Grandma, Carol and Jane all of their familys as well.
The house was packed, certainly a tale to tell.
The Bell Inn at Ingolmells where we all went for a drink.
Then round to our caravan, coffees to sink.
I remember Claire as a child, the hours she used to spend at our home.
Every Monday on the way to Slimming World she got credit for her phone.
I remember all the things she used to help me with. shopping, baking,
washing the dishes the cups and the plates.
All this before she was even eight.
I remember so many things that we used to do. The bonfire parties at your
All the same crowd their having the time of their lives.
Then the big bash for my big Five O.
I wanted a really big show.
So we prepared all the food at your house, Then carried it all over to mine.
Only just got it all ready in time.
I did the cake it was a huge chocolate train.
Something big enough to get all the candles on was my aim.
Life throws some really awful things at you.
Some so bad you just don’t know what to do.
Our friendship spanned almost thirty years
A lot of fun a lot of tears.
When the police came round to our house that night, I didn’t even realize you
I thought you were just ill again, I found out almost a week later on
Especially as we had only been chatting a couple or so weeks before, About
On that day you looked so well with all your make up on, I thought you were
on the mend at last.
On your birthday in May I thought of you,
All the things we had been through, Rest in peace. Love Pat
I love all of you
I embrace the beauty of the universe
I live in darkness
I smile as I cry
I'll make you laugh, as part of me dissolves
Now I leave you
As I must die
They say the sun shines on the skin of a goddess her hair dark filled with flowers and her skin of silk,
When you see her don't let her go she will treat u like a god and run her silk hands against the ruffness of your skin she will show u the right way to enlightenment her eyes golden brown so deep you can get lost she can see right through you and know the depth of your soul she will speak words so smooth softer then the wind
Skin so smooth the sun follows her every move.
This cosy love
In guess I could rave on, and on
About every little thing
I could write about those sensual things
And the way our two hearts sing
When we lie there together
But it's so much more have we
We have this thing together
All filled with mystery.
You be the grand earth mother
As me, I be the child
You're ways are from the earth itself
You're tame where I'm still wild
Everything's so practical
With you, but not with me
Oh yes, we two be opposites
And yet I love you madly.
And even now, at seventy
There's nothing really changed
You're still the perfect lady
And you still think me strange
But I'm always going to love you
Just the way that you love me
And even when these shells are gone
This fact shall always be.
23 September 2013 @ 0530hrs
Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?
Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.
And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.
I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep.
Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.
And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.
it seems like an eternity
since ive seen ur smile
the fact that uve been gone
still has me in deep denial
a lot of stuff has happened
since ur smile left this earth
gatherings, eagles losing, parties
life changes and brooklyns birth
a lot of people miss u greatly
n think about u everyday
our last picture together
on my dresser it will stay
ur deep voice, ur humor, ur kindness
is what i tend to miss the most
ur passing forever broke my heart
but our memories i hold close
i must admit, i did hit rock bottom
drugs n alcohol i used to cope
i took ur passing very hard
i started to give up hope
but i looked into brooklyns eyes
n caught a glimpse of u
u probably would have kicked my ass
sober now i stay true
mom also met a fine fella
u actually would approve
no need to kick this guys ass
hes good to her n the kids to
madison is so smart n beautiful
byron is turning into a handsome man
there both striving so well
u should be a very proud dad
two of ur friends got engaged
there so cute n its exciting news
i hope they live a life of happiness
i know u would feel the same to
ur brother misses u the most
hes coping the best he can
he misses u as much as i do
he was ur biggest fan
ur neighbors n friends
also stop by ur page
reminiscing about the good times
the laughter n good chatter ud engage
thank-god for all the music
its a good way to deal with pain in life
cause without u here with us
its like eating steak without a knife
im over trying to understand
i feel ur in a happier place
you had ur own reasons
your demons u finally faced
but in a couple days
ur birthday we will celebrate
the big thirty seven u turn
teasing u old man woulda been great
your always in our hearts
in our thoughts forever jay
so while ur up in heaven...
smile...cause its ur birthday :)
I felt you one day.
I knew it was true.
You were there.
Inside me you lay.
It wasn't meant to be.
I bleed you away.
As it happened again.
I cried you away.
I said, not doing this again.
Then it happened one day.
You came to me again.
Said you want to come thru.
And I was to be your vessel.
I named you after my dad.
Robert Lee ,, now thirty-one.
my son also named his son Robert Lee, who is turned 3 Jan 17, 2013.
3 14 2012 2pm,,,, on another site, a friend sometimes does poetry challenges, to a picture,, or words.
The Ghost Baby :
Time and Space and Spirit
Collide softly at a crossroad
Where the Ghost Baby awaits Form
The Apple PASTURE
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture.
Were once was and all well meet.
A pure and dear site.
Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden
grains of morality and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were winds smell of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.
Bringing novel flowers
To this multicolored Earth,
A really wretched place actually,
If you know the awful truth about it
Taking some flowers with it,
Upon these fortunate plants
Seventeen springs ago,
An ordinary flower blossomed
On this cursed land.
The worst of all curses,
Placed on this pitiful plant
And a fate worse than death
Seasons flew by
And the flower withstood
The immense force of the elements,
Debilitated by great adversity
Brought by the years
Now with spring close by,
If fate shall allow,
Hopefully this spring,
This dying flower will perish.
Its roots turned to ashes
And carried by the winds of freedom
To the promised eternal paradise
A garden greets my eyes
With its breath-taking beauty
And my suffering dies
I do not know?
How do you expect me to be less of a pessimist and more of an optimist. When you’re pessimistic about my optimism.
If you hadn't died in March, you would've turned 65 today.
Life hasn't been as good since you passed away.
Everybody who knew you, knew that you were nice.
But I took things for granted and now I'm paying the price.
I thought you'd live for another ten to fifteen years.
It's been tough to accept that you're no longer here.
If you had survived, I was going to take care of you.
I didn't know what I had until I lost it and that is true.
When you celebrated your birthday last year, you were alive and well.
I didn't know how sick you would become, I was unable to tell.
Seeing you suffer during your last days, made my heart break.
Even though you're dead, I still bought you a birthday cake.
I promised that I'd buy you a cake this year and I'm a man of my word.
God is much happier now because you're with him, believe me that's assured.
[Dedicated to Agnes M. Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away March 6, 2013.]
It's your birthday, December twenty first
make a wish
let the candelabras burn an inch
in the morning, evening kiss
you've always longed for.
Pray beneath the mistletoe, adorned
grab your popcorn
the couch besides the window looks so grand
take a peek
with a smack of lips on buttery fingers, *prang!*
there goes the earthly orb.
Park your derriere mid-chew
the riots, panicked, raving loons
with that last piece of popcorn in your mouth
hear those shouts
that the world is ending
breathe the fumes
the flames are sending
see the crowds of mental patients cry
the morning after
disaster sends the paranoia hangover *High!*
of a cityscape in shreds
sirens resonating with your bed
a good book to send yourself to dream,
it was your birthday today
and you got to listen to the lunatics scream.
When you truly know that life is worth living
When you truly feel that love is for giving
To die is a beautiful thing.
When you truly feel that hate is forbidden
When you truly know that death is worth heeding
To try is a beautiful thing.
Fate then becomes no more than a brief sweet moment,
Hanging upon anyone’s stiffened husky throat,
Waiting for our merciful God’s healing,
To release it in:
I do not know?
A pond is far away from a pond.
A river and a river
The distance between them isn't so fewer.
The distance between an ocean and an ocean is
like the friendship, not so far-off.
Are we so? Aren’t we?
The Birth, the Death, the Time and the Distance of Life
We don't know them.
There are thousands of identities at the means of our dealings.
Today, Tomorrow and the Past ...
One day, we, all, are picture frames.
But, our memories aren't frames,
They're the imaginary picture lines at the door of our hearts.
‘Love’ & ‘Loving’ are the two words
They're the dreams of wisdom & accepting.
We've survived, so, we're lived.
We'll have lived, because
We're either someone or somebody of ours.
And, your birthday means to me
I’ll remember you after my Death.
May 10, 2014
Through the eyes of an innocents one lies
In the mental static of one who soon dies
The trauma of all the things experience
He or She needs lots of guidance
Ones hand grasps the air with hope
When the stars tend to elope
The waves of the years start to show
The winds of old start to blow
When the decay becomes part of the world
As the seas team up and swirled
It opens the moments of sadness
Than after it shows the world of happiness
nana we miss u so ,still carnt let u go ,in our hearts u will stay ,and happy birthday tonight i pray.that the lord up above will pass on our love .wish you was hear because to us u was so dear ,we miss u so we hope u know .hope u can hear these words as we send them up above to u nana with much love.we think of u as a star anight thinking of ur face that shines so bright.in our hearts u will stay so sad u was took away .xxx
Promises & Prayers
Happy Birthday Ryan,
our gifts to you this year,
have no bows or wrapping paper,
just promises and prayers.
A promise to speak your name each day,
to try to sleep well tonight,
a prayer that you’ll watch over us,
always keep us in your sight.
A promise we’ll always think of you,
before we drift away too deep,
and a prayer that you’ll come visit us,
in our dreams when we’re asleep.
A promise you’ll be our waking thought,
before the sun begins to rise,
a prayer angels see God’s approving smile,
mirrored in your blue, blue eyes.
A promise to share your stories,
and your pictures we’ll proudly show,
a prayer you’ll have enough to reap,
you had such little time to sow.
A prayer that no more tragedies,
ever again catch our family off guard,
broken hearts will stay broken forever,
but hearts are stronger when they’re scarred.
Broken hearts remain broken forever,
but love grows stronger once they’ve scarred.
So Happy Birthday Ryan,
as the days turn into years,
forever in our broken hearts,
and in our promises and prayers
Today is your birthday many will hold you near
Instead of celebrating I'm holding back these tears
I miss you everyday but today it hits me more
Losing a true friend someone that I adored
I wish that you were celebrating surrounded by your kids
I often feel there pain and know your truly miss
I guess I'll light a candle and say a special prayer
I'll think of happy thoughts and times that we have shared
I want to thank you Nancy for being in my life
Even though your no longer here I hold you close inside
Happy Birthday Nancy I yell this out with pride
For even though your body is gone your spirit never dies
Happy Birthday Mama I love you so much.
I miss your loving heart and your kind touch.
When you left me it's been over two years.
I'm not sure if I'm able to dry all my tears.
For some reason I miss your phone calls.
I think of you every time I see a porcelian doll.
My love for her will always stay true.
Happy Birthday Mama I will always love you.
In my loving memory of my mama
Martha Laverne Golihugh/Fuller
If you hadn't died, today you would've become sixty-six.
Your death has proved that a broken heart isn't easy to fix.
On the day of your death, I knew that I would loathe the year 2013.
Your surname was Johnson but your maiden name was Greene.
You were born over six and a half decades ago in 1948.
Your demise would be something that we would all hate.
Many people prayed for you to recover but it did no good.
Why you died so young is a mystery that can't be understood.
Nobody wanted you to leave, we all wanted you to survive.
My life would have been so much better if you were still alive.
I love you more than anybody I've ever known.
Happy Birthday Mom, it's comforting to know that Heaven is your new home.
[Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.]
I saw him on that last Sunday
I gave him a hug and a kiss
I told him he works to hard
and on Sunday's of him I did miss
he told me today was his birthday
I told him that was wrong
for not giving the church congregation
a chance to sing him a birthday song
as we're standing near the pulpit
I turned to the remaining crowd
I said, "today is Darryl's birthday "
in a voice clear and loud
so we gathered together
and we all started to sing
the birthday song to let Darryl know
to us what he means
we said we love you and
we wish you all the best
as a fellow child of God
we know that you are blessed
I was unaware that that would be the very last time
that I would see my dear friend Darryl Baskins alive
but I'm glad I got that chance to give him
my last hug and my last kiss
because he was my dear friend
and of him I will truly miss
I do not know?
Happy birthday Johnny, my word, you’ve had a few
With candles lit for every year you’d need a fire crew
You’ve had a lot of cards this time, far more than in the past
Perhaps they’re feeling guilty or, think this may be your last
So happy birthday Johnny, fill your glass and have a beer
Happy birthday Johnny, let’s drink to one more year
© John W Fenn 07-09-2009
Another year has passed us by
The holidays gone too
Happy Birthday Angel Beth
Today you're 22
We had a party don't you know
And it was all for you
Your cake had a soccer ball
And your picture was on it too
Even though your dad left us
One thing remains the same
The boys still call you sister
When they speak your name
To them a sister you'll always be
No matter where they are
When we're in doubt, we just look up
You are our shining star
So Happy Birthday angel Beth
From all of us to you
Dance like no ones watching
Tday you're 22
When daddy was 32 I was the last to be born
There was eight of us kids and my mom was worn,
Our lives were as normal as families could be
It was fun and crazy as all of us kids would agree,
Times were changing as we got older
We all took chances as we got a little bolder,
Daddy always knew when we did wrong
Us kids stuck together and it made us strong,
As time went by Daddy started to age
I was turning 50 and I knew it was the last page,
The day came just like any other day
What we didn't realize that daddy would go to heaven on my Birthday,
He was 32 when I came in to this world
And at age 82 heaven took him away to be with my sister Cheryl.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2012...for my DAD...RIP....