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Arabian Mist

"The Arabian Nights"

Underneath the oceans veil.
Mystery lies within.
Beyond Orion's belt, I shift my mind to sail.
Within me, every constellations hides secrets of sin.

Allowing me, to time frame the world of yesterday.
I found portals with no way-out.
Covering every bruise that my body had on display.
Drawing along the mist of no doubt!

I tie eternity into loopholes with no ending.
Singing a song that lacks the strength to be strong.
Trying hard to swallow words that have no mending.
Babbling at my tongue, when one's heart is wrong.

I hide in the light, away from the darken mist.
A sprint sensation lurking down-under. 
Anthologies written only to exist. 
A place that strikes louder than thunder.

Eyes that port and slow everything down.
Mysteries behind, a deadly desert storm.
Slaving under the 3rd crown.
Candlelight's guiding a new wedding form.

Executed in a thousand tales, of romance.
Knocking at my door ending another dream.
A sensual marriage with regrets, and loss of chance.
Dancing streams with no means.

Avalon, closing over an Arabic Night.
A story cradling me in bed.
By morning dawn I will no longer see light.
Waking up to another Arabian Night.

.              by;p.d.

NOTE~ I read the book 5 years ago.                  
ABOUT~  "THE ARABIAN NIGHTS." 
the book is Full of mischief, valor, ribaldry, and romance,
plus more.
I based my poem On the Queen,
Who's Husband would kill his new wife after one night of marriage...
Most of my lines are metaphorical, about the mysteries and stories told...

enjoy~~  click about this note


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Suicide Mind

What makes the decision
To flick the switch
To end ones life
For the sake of it
 
Troubled, debts
Bullied at school
Fork in the road
To let death rule
 
Mums, dads
Daughters and sons
What ever affects them 
They just can't outrun
 
Sadness and tears
By all left behind
Will they ever understand
Suicide Mind


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John's Aramis

Intoxicating was his scent Many hard-earned dollars were spent To evoke his bliss Give him Aramis Young and poor, we were newleyweds Memories linger in my head This scent was so strong But to him it belonged And through time I travel today When e’er Aramis wafts my way Sad tears gently rise John’s scent fills my eyes Another dimension I seek Longing to hear my husband speak We'll meet again one day Faith brings hope my way
*For PD's oldest love poem contest. Poem written for my late husband John.


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God Gave You a Second Chance

God Gave You a Second Chance
 Not ready to leave this world with unfinished business determining the souls color; you’re on borrowed time! Prayers to heaven and words spoken from the heart brought perspective to what time remained. Fear and regret knowing this may be the end brought us closer than before. Always by your side loving, giving freely would now perhaps help spare your life adding color to your heart and soul.
The soul colored with Hope, Faith, and Love, the greatest being Love! I wonder have you given God what was expected for a second chance at life to color your heart and soul. Color determines the hearts purity and the soul’s condition. 
Souls are empty without love in the purest form; if you do not receive and give without fear, shame, or doubt!  From the outside looking in many colors of love surround your soul. I pray the love I give you understand the colors surrounding my heart and soul.
Love was holding you when death looked you in the face and love put death on hold! God and I give you Love. How do you face life and death now, with a heart and soul of vivid colors nourished by our love? God blessed us and we know what matters most. You now live your bucket list, God’s too.
Your list will end, mine too. Sharing with a loved one brings special meaning, understanding, and allows comfort taking away fear, pain, and panic. With unconditional love all’s shared. Colors of the soul glow, angels gather, and God gently lifts one unto himself. The guardian angels exit; slowly colors fade, a feeling passes the one left behind as the end has come. I imagine the colors of love in the heart and soul.
                                                                                                                                                             Debbie Knapp
		


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Speak of thee

                                        He is above us in the clouds 
                                run through the fields and speak of thee
                                              He will grow roses

                                       I will be the stem of the roses 
                                       for I shall never leave your soil

                                     You will be the tree I grow beneath 
                                             and he will be our rain.


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Forever Love

They sit out on the front porch,
with the grand-kids running  bout
As they rock back and forth,
they're still in love without a doubt
Many years they've had together
each one the other's friend
Their hearts are joined forever
though life, is at it's end
Beyond the age and wrinkles
they're still young and carefree
Hearts so full and happy
as the never-ending sea
Eyes still hold the flames
that have burned from long ago
Hand in hand they smile,
as they're rocking to and fro
His touch still warm and gentle,
he beholds his angel's face
The words so soft and fragile,
"I will always love you Grace"
Her hand he gently squeezes, 
and in an instant he is gone
She looks at the empty chair
that still keeps rocking strong
Sitting there alone,
she sheds a single tear
For many years he's been away
and now, her own end is near
A gentle breeze begins to blow
she feels his fingers through her hair
The time has come to re-unite
and finally leave this rocking chair
Bravely, she takes one last breath,
her lonely days now gone
No more to part from her true love,
together.....they live on


Details | Dizain | |

Prolonged Exposure

I’ve covered the mirrors in our house
With colored sheets, while choking on grief
Black, blue, and green, to my bewildered spouse
Who has wondered what has become of me
And why suddenly I’ve begun mourning

He thinks that I’m a reflection of him
So he doesn’t notice the wounds within
The marring of my spirit’s complexion
Permanent, from his reoccurring sins
That have shaped me into his perfection

My face is clear so you would never guess
That person staring back isn’t me
Mirrors can’t show underlying distress
Only the lie he wants others to see
Not the despair slowly growing, steeping

Don’t look bewildered at my draping sheets
If you look, the nude is there, underneath
Reflecting the lie that it has become
Prolonged exposure to fisting complete
Now mourning the death of someone it loved


5/8-5/9/12
For "Your Birthday Suit" Contest


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Widowed Bride

Upon this dark and sunny day,
Kneeling by your flowery display
My teardrops fall like dripping dew,
Remembering my time with you.
Cold hard stone is all that is left
To warm my heart that’s lost, bereft.
Today our life had just begun,
When in a moment, it was done.
I lay, in sorrow, by your side,
Forever yours, your mournful bride.


Details | Tanka | |

No Goodbye


    All the people gone

        not wanting to say goodbye

            next to you i sit

                frozen unable to weep

                    the earth falls from my small hand...


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My Final Wish Before I Go

What I’m feeling is difficult to put into words
It really is very hard to share the pain 
I feel in my sad and heavy heart.
I never dreamed when we married that
when it said “until death do us part”
We’d be divided so soon as husband and wife.
I always thought that there was no doubt
that we would grow old together in life.
 
There is a saying that says "nothing lasts forever".
It seems this includes marriage as well
Especially when you're hit with  an obstacle in life
that knocks you when you're not looking on your face.
I couldn't  see this coming it took me quite by surprise
I'd contracted something the Doctors couldn't mend
Soon I'd be leaving the man I loved more than life itself
My husband and soul mate, more importantly my friend.
 
My final wish for you is to find true peace in your heart
When I'm gone remember our happy times together
Let your heart be open for any new love that comes along
If it does grab it with both hands; don't let it slip away
I want you to find a new love with whom to spend your life
Then, if it's meant to be you'll know and have my blessing also
Very soon I hope and pray that you could be asking her some day
Would she do you the honor of of becoming your loving wife.


 


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One picture at a time

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)



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Notice of Love and War

He woke and saw his beloved asleep with one breast partially exposed

And with his fantastic limp he works his way to the kitchen

He made coffee for her with croissant lathered with jam

Gently he pulled at the exposed women and gestures with the tray

Happily she wakes and with great affection reaches for him

Coffee is second and pastries  with jam come close to him

But he is first and the love hits him like the wind

Gently it began and gale force now

He had to lash himself so he wouldn't be swept away

And it grew

She always lay in their position and there was no other

He would mold himself to her and tease her nipple

He came home weathered from the battle and with grief

Friends had been shot by snipers and the heat

He had seen a woman with a basket approach his friend

And she dropped the basket and pulled the belt

The explosion deafened him and his comrade's face is gone

Fragments hit him but he is running to his friend

But the friend lays silent

Gazing to the wetness on his leg he falls

He is deafened and wakes in terror and looks upon the leg

And finding himself in bed she tries to talk with him

But he claim's it's a bad dream and the basket falling

And later...............

The limp was his reminder of that day and he eats the croissant for his friend


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As Far As I Can

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.


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Pal

Bob had been a lonely man ever since
His wife of fifty years had passed.
“Lord, let me join her.” he would pray.
“Let this day be my last.”

Each day, he went to the cemetery,
Just a short walk down the street.
After their talk, he would water her flowers
And hear passers-by whisper, “How sweet.”

One gray and misty morning,
He had hoped for sunnier skies
To plant fall bloomers at her graveside;
But, there, to his surprise…

Stood an old dog beside her stone;
Thin and dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as Bob approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as Bob planted flowers,
Carefully sniffing each one Bob put in place.
Then, after the last one was planted,
He sniffed it; then turned and licked Bob’s face.

Bob smiled. “I had a dog when I was young…
Pal…he was a mighty good one too.
So, if you don’t mind old fella,
That’s what I’ll call you.”

Pal may have been an old dog,
But he was smart and handsome in his way;
So they made a deal, Bob would give him a meal
And a bath, if he decided to stay.

Pal loved his bath, then rolled in the grass.
He slept on a blanket in the den.
In the night, he dragged it next to Bob’s bed. 
He intended to be Bob’s best friend.

Pal was such a good dog, housebroken too;
Never made a mess or got in trouble.
He knew about newspapers, slippers and Frisbees;
And when Bob called, he ‘d come on the double.

Yes, Pal gave Bob’s life new purpose.
A special bond of friendship was cast.
And never again did Bob pray, 
“Lord, let this day be my last.”

For twelve years, the very best of friends,
Together night and day;
And so it was, until one night,
Bob quietly passed away.

The next morning, an old woman,
Tears welling in her sad and lonely eyes,
Brought flowers to her husband’s grave;
But there, to her surprise….

Stood an old dog beside the stone, 
Thin an dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as she approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as she took old flowers
And put fresh ones in their place. 
He carefully sniffed the fresh ones,
Then turned and licked her face.

She smiled.  “I had a dog when I was young...
a good one too.  His name was Pal.”


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Average Age 19

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 "



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Breathes of Souls

The night grows heavy as the bells do toll,
And tears will fall, all will behold.

As deep in Gods earth is laid to rest half a soul
Once entwined and beautifully blessed.

Now those left behind will cry out with envy,
For the peace of ages the lost holds so clearly.

Those hearts left behind will cry out with the cold
As bittersweet memories circle of old.

Emblazoned images circle of walks once walked,
As the other half now goes with God to talk.

Hearts do tremble with sadness that once knew love,
As time stretches, a lonely run begun.

Time will carry forth until the other flies free
Dispatched by deaths angel to soar with the breeze.

Then those dispatched by deaths’ grim thoughts will unite
Together to find peace at last.

As the breathes of two souls will heal and hold fast,
And love will again hold them close, at last.


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Amber Liquid

Life without her soldier lover
Years in which she’ll not recover
From the news she got today
That her husband’s MIA
Not a trace of wreckage found
Just a note – his plane’s gone down
Now she’ll raise the kids alone
In a house not quite a home
Her husband just a memory
In her life that used to be
With ample amber liquid yet
She’ll try her best then to forget


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Weeping Widows

Endlessly the widows weep
For their adored lovers lost
To their final, eternal sleep;
This is wars cost.

The reasoning for their loss they can’t dispel,
For in reality there’s no protected to keep;
Of this irrefutable knowledge they can’t quell,
Forever floating in their emotional sea they steep.

The loss of these souls is abundant,
Annually growing dismally deep,
To the point the numbers are redundant;
Endlessly more and more widows will weep.


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Today Is Terrible----

The cracked spine of
the book I dropped
at the call.
A chip in my
windshield left by a
pompous *?#@! in a
red sports car as I
drive to the
service.
Rain expectorating
from an ashen sky as
the dirt is turned.
Today is terrible.
Though this is less
terrible than the
crack in grandma’s
spine from her fall
down the stairs.
The chip in her
amazingly smart mind
after eighteen years
as a teacher.
Tears running,
dripping from my
Mothers ashen face
as she cries “My
mama’s dead.”
Today is terrible.
Though this is less
terrible than the
cracked family
emotions left raw
and empty.
The chip in Grandpas
numb mind at the
gathering… “Where is
Irene she should be
here?”
Faces gone ashen
with dread, do we
leave him numb or
remind him that his
wife is dead?
Today is terrible.
Though this is less
terrible than the
empty silences,
missing the jokes
Grandma used to
crack.
Grandma’s laugh and
her endless smile
which always exposed
that tooth with the
chip in it.
Without her the
world has become
empty, bleak, and
ashen.
Today is terrible.

                   
                   
                   
          Summer
Gratias


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Star Struck

Many nights you’ve graced my sight
fair Orion, hunter and groom to the abyss,
and yet it would seem an eternity
before we would meet and kiss.

Bought you’d be, and brought to me
by the grace of He who waits.
So, when I die my heart can rise
upon your valor’s brace.

He’d rename Hatsya’s famed
so my soul could light the way.
Dearbhla true poetess of love
‘pon Orion’s sword held sway.

And up I’d rise at my demise
to crest the sky and space. 





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" The Life Of Me " page 1 of 2

My name is James, born 1961
In Inverness, a small Scots town
To my father Andrew, and my mother Beryl
And Billy my brother, a pair of devils
 
In 67, we woke one night
Our house was ablaze, full of orange light
Our neighbour next door, for whatever reason
Started a fire, it must be crazy season
 
We had too move to a caravan park
By this time it,s three, to make a new start
My mother Beryl decide to leave
But the three of us left, never bothered to grieve
 
In the next few weeks, we ended in court
Two small children, in a marriage abort
We were asked to choose either Dad or Mum
But we ignored the parent, who went on the run
 
As we left the court, to start a new life
We felt sorry for Dad, as his illness was rife
He never told us that he was unwell
It would upset one of his boys, as the future will tell
 
Then came the night all parents dread;
Being told one of his boys is nearly dead
We were going to a boys club, on a Monday night
My brother was running so far out of sight
 
I turned the corner to see him ahead
No!! he's been hit by a van, Boom's  Boom's dead
I ran to my father, sreaming and crying
I'm finding my life,at 7 - far too trying
 
After the funeral, and with my father unwell
We left Inverness, our eyes a swell
To go as two, and not three as before
It's like Mother Nature closed a door
 
So we headed west, to a place called Fort William
Was it in the stars, cause Billy " is " William
We moved there, as the air was so pure
Hoping my father will find his cure
 
For whatever reason, we left the above
We found no Angel or peaceful dove
So we headed back to Inverness
Fathers health decreasing, life still a stress
 
Over the next few years, i was fostered and loaned
In couples houses and children's homes
It was really strange in all those places
Different people, different faces

Then on the 16th of Feb - 76,
James, i was told, your dads very sick.
The cancer had taken your father away
To be with Billy, where you'll join them one day

In 77, i joined the Navy, as i promised my dad you see. 
I did'nt enjoy it, i decided to leave 
Back up north, where my futures to be 
I wanted to have, what my parents had lost 
And that was my aim, no matter the cost

see page 2 of 2, ty..


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/me.php


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holokauston Page 1 of 2

Around that table, picture the scene
Self appointed leaders if you know what I mean
What were the topics on the Agenda that day
The Jewish race is about to pay

Who gave the right for this decision that's made
Who has the right to cleanse and degrade
To decide who lived, to decide who dies
Another chapter, I still wonder why

They came in the day they came in the night
Women and children pulled out of sight
Herded aboard like cattle and sheep
Many a family awoke from their sleep

Dazed and confused as they are taken away
Where will they be at the end of the day
From their warm houses and their warm beds
What must be going through their heads

As they travel through days and through the night
Up ahead, they see lots of lights
They depart the trucks and board the train
Their faces scared under the strain

Asking questions from family and others
Generations, sisters and brothers
Why are we here, where are we going
Windowless carriages with no way of knowing

We come to a stop, soldiers aplenty
Towers and wire, topped with sentries
What can this place be they have taken us to
As we head to large gates as they shuffle us through

Families separated, herded in file
Women and children, not one did smile
Taken to rooms where our heads were shaved
Is this the way humans behaved

Clothes discarded, as we enter the shower
No signs of water no signs of power
Doors slammed as we are all crammed in
History will recall this evil of sins

As we stand in the dark, chanting Jewish faith
Can hear the voices can't see the face
Noises above, do the showers start
The event has begun that tells us Humans apart

Questions and sighs, as walled vents show daylight
Some thing is falling then their slammed tight
A strange aroma starts to fill the air
As all around are screams of despair

Twenty minutes have passed and the quietness is rife
Two thousand people, two thousand lives
Pellets called HCN, or Hydrogen Cyanide
Contribute to this Genocide


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php


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Death Of The Saints

A cousin called the other day saying "Another cousin has passed away".

Well my husband said "How old was she.""

"Ninety-eight".

A stalwart woman who had served family and community well. Producing one child that 
became a missionary serving in a foreign land..

While talking the cousin asked "Did you know ______"?

My husband answered, "Well, I don't think that I knew them".

The cousin proceeded to tale this story.

"The man had been down with cancer for a while and passed recently..The funeral had been 
conducted and the hearse had gone on to the cemetary..The family car with the family was 
not to far behind..But when it pulled up, the wife of the deceased did not get out and the 
funeral home staff was gathering around..The funeral home director decided to go see what 
was going on ...."

The cousin said, " That this funeral home director told him". "That he had been in this 
business for thirty-five years and faced something that he had never had happen to him or 
any other funeral home director that he knew."

The funeral home director said, "When I got to the family car, I found the wife of the 
deceased had passed from a massive corornary."

She had said, "I don't know how I will live without him." She didn't have to learn. God called 
her home..

The roosters crow, the crows craw and are answered by the gobble of the turkey across the 
way..


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So

So
WLM
Wilncrazy555
May 10, 2011

I love you so 
And in this lifetime you will never know
The love in my heart 
Has been there from the start
The first time on metrodate
The site of our union
We always had our ups and downs
But we weathered through the obstacles
To where we are today
And each day from here forward
Until the precious Lord takes me away
To the place of glory and contentment
But even in Heaven I will be
Watching over you and guiding you
To find the perfect image of me
To carry on the traditions of glorious marriage
Which you will not be deprived of 
While you are still young and beautiful
Which will never change?
For you beauty is endless to mine eyes
For the time being while I am still with you
I will always love, honor, and cherish
Beyond imagination and comprehension
You are my queen and the mother of my children 
Who will grow into the years? 
From youth to adulthood
Knowing they have always been loved
To the fullest extent imaginable
From this day forward
I pray these things in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost
Amen

Chorus
Our father is always there
He knows in our hearts what we need
He guides us in our daily lives
Our father he will always be


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holokauston Page 2 of 2

After the quiet we all have to go
Dragged and carted by the Sonderkommando
To be dumped in pits covered by lime
A race to dispose by it's Human slime

Auschwitz, Buchenwald & Dachau slaughtered
Many a son, many a daughter
Experiments on children women and men
Some aged 90, many under 10

In 45, their end was near, how many alive would reappear
As Russians, British and US troops
Chased the Hun to their German roots
Each camp reached showed it's sordid past
Where millions of me, were massively gassed

In Auschwitz, to this present day
Birds don't fly, no animals play
The reminder is all for there to see
Those terrible days what happened to me

It's 1948, our Nation is born
From histories past, populations torn
To all who survived I wish you well
And our new born world, called Israel 


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php


Details | Free verse | |

My Bride of the Black Dress

My bride of the black dress,
Come to me my dear,
Take my hand and kiss me,
My beloved bride,
Soon the wedding will start,
And we shall be wed,
Now wait for me,
Wait for me,
My love is never ending,
Your deathly white skin,
And boney arms are beautiful to me,
So wait for me my bride,
I shall join you soon enough,
But first let me remove this dagger from your heart,
My beautiful bride of the black dress,
Our heaven awaits.


Details | Free verse | |

Your Death - Dedicated to my Husband

As I see you take your last breath
I cry and scream in agony
For I have lost my best friend and
The only man that ever truly loved me
You knew all my secrets
You knew all my faults
And loved me in spite of them

Now I feel bitter regret
Because I have missed so
Much time with you
And now it is too late
I have lost you forever

You were the only one 
Who was ever true to me
You would have ripped
Out your heart if I needed it
Though abuse and betrayal
Found me because of you
I always knew how much
That you loved me

Despite the many faces 
That you have encountered
During your lifetime
I was the only woman
That you ever loved 
Though I was full of
Many imperfections 
You saw me as 
The perfect woman
In every way
The devotion you have
Shown me surpasses
That of all of the romantic
Tales that have ever been told

Now all I can do is
Cherish your memory
Like I should have done
When you were alive
Your passing does not
Only mean the ending 
Of your earthly existence
It is the death to the
Beating of my heart
For I cannot live
Without my soul mate



Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

I snapped

(This is a fictional poem)

I've never been happy because I've endured one tragedy after another.
It began at the age of six when I lost my father and mother.
Three years ago my wife blew her brains out right in front of me.
That's probably going to be the most horrifying thing I'll ever see.
I had a bad breakdown after her death and life was very grim.
My kids were taken from me because I could no longer take care of them.
Two years ago I snapped when I went to a diner with a gun.
I opened fire and when I was finished, I had killed everyone.
Now I'm in an insane asylum and I'm wasting away.
I'll rot in here for the rest of my days.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Wedding dress

(This is a fictional poem)

I stare at your wedding dress because that's all I have left of you.
You broke my heart when you died back in 2002.
Tears come to my eyes and they roll down my cheeks.
You were one in a million, you were truly unique.

You always made people happy even when they were sad.
All that keeps me going are the memories of the years that we had.
As I stare at your wedding dress, I feel so much misery within.
You ruined me for all other women, I'll never fall in love again.


Details | Free verse | |

A Tribute to my late husband


loves longing takes me across the river
over the mountains and along the shore

you are here because i will it so 
and because love knows no boundary

your body is gone but your love
lives here within my heart

my days grow shorter and my nights
seem darker now

i am sad at times because you are gone
happier still to have had you in my life for so long

your love is here and my breath is your breath
and will remain so until i can no longer inhale

goodbye my love

until we meet again...


Details | Couplet | |

A Prayer for my Wife

                           A Prayer for my Wife


Now I’ll tell you all the details if I can keep from sheddin’ a tear
Last night when it got late and really quiet around here 

I got down on my knees, crossed my heart and began to pray
And in the darkness between me and God, here’s what I had to say

I love her so much Lord and I just don’t know what I’d do
I’m afraid that she won’t make it, that’s why I’m coming to you

Here with my heart open, at your mercy down on my knees
I’m begging’ you with every heartbeat, Oh Lord hear my pleas

I don’t know what your plans are or what you have in store
And I know I don’t deserve her and that she deserves much more

And don’t misunderstand Lord, I don’t assume any obligation
For your bounty in our life has exceeded all our expectations

But please allow her to live and me to be a part of that life
And I swear I’ll make this beautiful woman proud to be my wife

And if it’s not in your plans Lord then I pray that you take me instead
Cause’ I can’t live without my love, I’d be better off dead

And no excuses for my past Lord, but I’ll do better than I’ve done
I ask you only this, my lord, in the name of your Son.

I wiped my tears as I said my amen’s and prepared myself to stand
Stepped up next to your bed and began to caress your pretty hand

I stared off into space as all the memories came flooding in
Reliving each and every moment, over and over again

And as the first rays of sunshine, streamed in past the curtain
I felt an overwhelming peace calm my mind and ease the hurtin’

I felt compelled to kiss you so I pressed my lips to your face
And it seemed the room was filled in the beauty of God’s living grace

And you slowly opened your eyes and smiled for me to see
And I knew the Lord my God had given my sweet wife back to me


Details | Acrostic | |

Hear Me O Lord

H is breath was growing shallow, as the 
E vening sun dipped behind the clouds
A ugmenting the shadows cast around the 
R oom where she kept her solitary vigil

M inute by minute, death’s spectre crept
E ver forward, ready to stake his claim

O ffended by death’s effrontery, she

L owered her head in prayer,
O nly a miracle could save him now;
R esolutely she prayed, but to no avail
D eath moved too fast, and stole her love away.




For the 'What's my Theme' competition - Theme 'A Prayer'


Details | Verse | |

I'm Going Home

,

Lord thank you for this life,
As I have lived a full life,
It was not always as I would have like,
But I lived it to the best of what I could,
I’m going home; Home to the place I want to be,
I’m going home to Jesus where He waits for me,
I have been a long weary believer, 
As I’ve been away to long,
I now know what I’ve been searching for, 
As He's been there in me all along,
I’m going home; Home is the place I want to be,
I’m going home to Jesus where He waits for me,
I have been and seen lots of places in life’s journey,
Now I yearn for familiar faces in familiar places,
I hear familiar voices calling me to come home, 
I see familiar faces looking at me,
I’m going home; Home is the place I want to be,
I’m going home to Jesus where He waits for me,
My time is near, the hour I know not,
I see Jesus' face across the Heaven’s,
I hear His soft sweet voice calling me home,
 I can’t wait for my real life to begin,
I’m going home; Home is the place I want to be,
I’m going home to Jesus where He waits for me.

By; Rev. Samuel and Esta Mack, OMS
Copyright 2011

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Details | Free verse | |

Family Legacy

I met Uncle August on my honeymoon.
I was prepared.
“He won’t talk to you," my new husband told me. 
"He’s a cantankerous old man,
so don’t be hurt, he doesn’t talk to anyone.”

He was in his 70's.
I was 20.
He was ill.

He was right where I was told he would be,
sitting at a long wooden table in a large kitchen.
One that had fed large families
and farm workers
for decades.

His arms were spread out to his sides
enlarging his lung cavity
so he could breathe easier.

His head was hung between his shoulders;
a long crooked ash hung
at the end of his lit cigarette
between gnarled and stained fingers.

He looked up to me when I was introduced and he talked.
We talked and laughed,
nonstop,
for two hours.

Thirty-seven years later his nephew,
at his long wooden kitchen table,
elbows extended so he could breathe,
Oxygen snaking its way into ruined lungs,
head hung low,
trying to nap.

Was he remembering Uncle August?

Unable to breathe
paramedics took him away.
He never came home.

His children said their tearful goodbyes — 
and now they wait 
to take their place 
at the long wooden kitchen table.


Details | Elegy | |

The Lament For an Angel

All in one faded-black day (but let None forget) In my arms, her body lay (my life was the price to pay) A tragedy, through the lack of humanly shame (do they know pain) My darkly colleen has to suffer no more (Robert nor do you) Let me die (please hear my haunted cries) If I can not see Sophie tonight (live on with my grey) I'm just a mess of despairing words And broken nerves Another mourning, afflicted sight (through decay, love can remain) Solace, sympathy are just more lies She is all I need Until you decide she is just another sadist's toy My Angel, why did you have to fly so far away My Angel, just let one feather stay My Angel has flown away My Angel, why did you have to fly so far away My Angel, just let one feather stay My Angel has flown away (My body is amortal, die I may, Together, our hearts will forever stay)


Details | Quatrain | |

Violence In Video Games

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


Details | I do not know? | |

The Speed of Life

In the childhood home her mother spins her child
Round and round we go happiness seems to overflow
And the childhood  goes by; faster, faster

A growing child with so much energy running and having fun
Careless and free he runs across the yard
He is growing up; faster, faster

Only in middle school and already a rebel
Sticking up for a friend and getting in a fight
He has courage but still he runs; faster, faster

High school has come at last
The odd man out he cries for attention
Into depression he spirals; faster, faster

At the high school prom he meets a girl
The hearts beet together and the music beats in their ears
They are falling madly in love; faster, faster

Barely a year and a kid on the way
To work and back the same routine, every hour, every day
A wedding is coming closer; faster, faster

So far a happy life, and a good career
They buy a home and outside he spins his child
Another childhood is going by; faster, faster

His life was long another one has started from it
But now the ambulance move; faster, faster
And his heartbeat fails; slower, slower


Details | Bio | |

Jessica McCord: Selfish Assassin

It was February 2002 (WWF Raw, WWF SmackDown!, and WWF No Way Out), that Jessica McCord and her then-husband, Jeff, killed Alan Bates and his new wife, Terra. Before their deaths, Alan "A.B." was in a custody battle against his ex-wife to have determined who'll have gotten full custody of their two daughters (born in 1990 and '92). The custody hearing might have taken place in November 2001 (WWF Raw, WWF SmackDown!, WWF Rebellion, and WWF Survivor Series), but not until December 2001 (WWF Raw, WWF SmackDown!, and WWF Vengeance), when the lady had spent that time in jail for skipping custody hearings more than twice. It seems that Jessica had disapproved of both of her daughters having the late Terra for their step-mother. the only two things that describes Jessica McCord are selfish and a coward. She selfishly pulled both of her daughters out of their respective schools, she hid them away so that her late ex-husband couldn't gain full access to them, and/or whatever. So, the fact that Jessica McCord had used her own daughters as a pair of pawns as if she's been playing a game of chess had made the late Mr. Bates, the attorneys, and Birmingham Police officers of Birmingham, Alabama, very sick. The lady, Jessica, was afraid that the judge would grant Alan and his new wife, Terra, full custody of the girls, so she and Jeff killed them; thereby dumping both of their bodies in a burned-down car outside Atlanta, Georgia (aka Hotlanta, aka Dirty South, and aka ATL). Jessica McCord may have tried to label her late ex-husband as a bad guy, but no one bought it, not even her in-laws, the prosecutors, and the judge. She knew that she and her husband were going to get caught; they knew it. And where is Jessica McCord as of February 2003 (WWE Raw, WWE SmackDown!, and WWE No Way Out/World Wrestling Entertainment's first 'No Way Out' pay-per-view event, ever)? She's in prison, along with her then-loser husband, Jeff McCord, serving a life sentence in prison with no possibility of parole. Ms. McCord should've gotten the death penalty, but that's the way the law works. And as far as the Bates family, the entire community of Birmingham, and the two daughters are concerned, prison is exactly where they belong. Well, it looks like the ghosts of Alan and Terra Bates will be haunting the two-then McCords for life. Let's hope that the Bates sisters don't suffer the same fate their father and step-mother did. And if I see the Bates sisters in person, there's just no telling.


Details | I do not know? | |

She is the One

His strong arm wraps her frail, labored shoulders
Together they whisper against the clear, glass wall
All pain has passed, and they behold an answered prayer
A glorious blossom that has been entrusted to their hands
The child in the bed has a smile of morning 
They know but still they ask – Is she the one?

The voices crouch upon the bedroom windowsill
looking in from the night with curious eyes
Their fairy hands clasped together as though in prayer
Watching the rosy dreams that float above the girl
whose sleepy sighs breathe through the room like a song
With pressed fingers, they think – Is she the one?

He holds the black and white photo with his fingertips
as though when touched with flesh it might fade away
like the ending of a perfect dream, that lasts, in memory
yet hangs like aurora lights – there but not there. 
Raven-black eyes kiss the sweet face in the picture
and written on his sighing lips – Is she the one?

She is like a willow, he, the poet resting in her shade 
Bound with much more than two golden rings
It is long since they have given oaths of eternal love
But not once have their hearts stepped away from each other
With eyes made one they watch their child wreathed in lilies
Unspoken are their words – Is she the one?

He has been at the bedside for the past ten days
He has been beside her for the past fifty years
Wrinkled hand holds wrinkled hand, together tender
The sweet face, now lined and creased, is more than beautiful
He remembers the old picture, the love-wrought words
A smile recalls them – Is she the one?

Above them, unseen, the voices have returned
The slender lights that have always watched her 
through the years from the beginning, and now at the end
Their eyes are wet, but they have come to fetch the soul,
her innocent heart to take away in their fairy hands
Like music are their words – Is she the one?


Details | Limerick | |

Ten Little Indians

You perfected your lies to an art.
You succeeded in breaking my heart.
I shed not one tear,
for the hour is near,
when arsenic will keep us apart.


Details | Ghazal | |

When You Go To Sleep

I dread the day when I get "the call"
When they tell me that you've gently slipped away
Well, at least I hope it will be gentle
As you close your eyes and say goodnight
Despite my fear of your imminent passing
My darling, you don't know the times I've prayed
And asked God to take you Home to Him
To come and rescue you from this hellish world
A world in which you've been imprisoned
Unable to walk or talk; your two greatest assets
Enslaved to the bonds of Alzheimer's disease
When you go to sleep, my love
Your spirit will soar to the highest heights
And there you'll be with our Father in Heaven
No more the feeling of indignity
Forget about forgetting!
You'll remember every glorious experience
And spend your time singing praises with the angels
You'll also get to meet our relatives
Who have gone to sleep before us
Our little son is waiting excitedly
To run and fling his arms around you!
He'll take you on a guided tour
Of the endless gardens and babbling brooks 
Flowing with life that will never cease
Pain will not be familiar with your name
Fatigue? Just a distant memory
Sickness and disease cannot touch you
And the prospect of death, you'll never know
You can wander around from country to country
Fulfilling your desire to travel the world
Then off you go and explore the stars
That light up the beauty of this earth
Examine the moon, planets and galaxies
Discover Daddy's handiwork
And witness first hand, the beginning of life
As the Big Bang is replayed
Please make sure to keep an eye on us here
Just to see that we're doing okay
Find out what your children are up to
And watch their kiddies turn into parents themselves
Of course, you'll be waiting for the day
When I come and join you for eternity
Until that day, I will always miss you
Thank you so much for coming into my life
Now, lie back, relax, and close your eyes
Go to sleep, my love, you have nothing to fear


Details | Rhyme | |

A Kiss So Sweet

My life was gently moving on
Grief abating, resolve growing strong
Until his kiss, within a dream
Ripped away the seams
Holding back the pain deep in my core,
Tears fell once more.....


Details | Free verse | |

August 25th, 1971

“I never Travel without my Diary, one should always have 
    something sensational to read“. . . Oscar Wilde, 1891

Friday August 24th , 1971, 11:58 PM my last night Alone

Saturday August 25th,1971, 7:15 AM I awake with new life
Knowing at 12:00 PM Lenore Adams Becomes my FOREVER WIFE
Until it unfolds;  A Dream of Everlasting LOVE not yet known

Saturday, August 25th,1971, 9:00AM, Breakfast with “DAD” 
“I see the LOVE in my Daughter’s Eyes :Welcome to our Family “

Saturday, August 25th, 1971, 11:00AM

I showered, trim my beard and got dressed ,Tuxedo? : for my BRIDE
The Captain in his Dress Whites on the on the deck of our “Princess Ride”
For the Eons of Forever, in sickness and in Health, will You be by her side 
                                          “  I  W I L L “
For the Eternity of LIFE Forever ;  Do YOU take LENORE as YOUR BRIDE
                                             “ I D O “ 

Saturday August 25th, 1971, 7:13PM , My WIFE , My LIFE, My LOVE :  Entered Heaven
                                           My Last Entree

Inspired by the Contest  “ The Diary “  Sponsored by ~Constance~ A Rambling 
POET~~
                            Written by HGarvey Daniel  Esquire
                                         1st Place


Details | Rhyme | |

deadly kiss

I hungered for his kiss
My lips leaned forward, into his
Then passion exploded everywhere
He gripped my hips, I gripped his hair
Body to body, we became entwined
Flames raged from his mouth to mine 
Desire for more consumed our thoughts
Till grips of steel pulled me off -

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” My husband raged
I staggered back, red flooding my face
“WE’RE OVER” he said.  10 seconds of bliss, 
The death of our relationship


8/9/12
for pd's "kissing game" contest


Details | Rhyme | |

Purple Heart

Lace of dreams - long time gone -
Embraces waist of maiden
An off- white whisper's subtle tone
Drops shyly pearls from Heaven

Breeze flutters holographic Me
My wounded captain has returned
I feel like floating rainbow glee
His eyes are red and face is stern

He drops his gear and runs through me
A desperate undertow of sorrow
I never felt so loved and free
He screams as there is no tomorrow

The dawn drops soundproof double door
I leave him lonely in the wild
Surrendered heart returns to war
As I find peace along with child...

for Carolyn's Contest "Ghost"


Details | Free verse | |

Last Kiss

Open your eyes to the ever turning skies 
I want to here with me through the night 
My heart yearns into your soul 
Burning as if newly lit coal 
I bravely submerg the embers 
That the time I have can be spent with you 
And I remember each kiss every moment 
I was caught in your love that for just this day I remember 
So what happened was a chance for your love 
A time that I kept in a locket tied with a kiss 
 I wanted you to feel, to love, to slumber 
And to awake in my arms with that times kept bliss 
I lay silient in an umber


Details | Epitaph | |

The Way He Was

The background din
Heard in a silent room
Where life is slipping away
The tattered chairs
The medicinal smell
As a stoic life lays still.
 
The reflections of a life well-lived
The shadows of ebony and light
The heaviness of disbelief
   The relief of pain’s release –
   Leaves your soul to bleed.
 
The tall frame with silken hair
The voice that laughed so freely –
The hazel eyes that pierced my soul 
The lips that so gently kissed me,
The weathered hands that touched gently,
The arms that embraced the fear away –
 
On this day, one soul went home,
And another lost its way.


Details | Ballade | |

This cosy love

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


Details | I do not know? | |

The Women



The Women



(for the countless women, names unknown, who bore the brunt of Apartheid, and who fought the racist system at great cost to themselves and their families, and for my mother, Zubeida Moolla)



Pregnant, your husband on the run,
your daughter, a child, a few years old,

they hauled you in, these brutish men,
into the bowels of Apartheid's racist hell.



They wanted information, you gave them nothing,
these savage men, who skin happened to be lighter,

and white was right in South Africa back then,

but, you did not cower, you stood resolute,

you, my mother, faced them down, their power,
their 'racial superiority', their taunts, their threats.



You, my mother, would not, could not break,

You stood firm, you stood tall.

You, like the countless mothers did not break, did not fall.



You told me many things, of the pains, the struggles,

the scraping for scraps, the desolation of separation
from your beloved Tasneem and your beloved Azad,

my elder sister and brother, whom I could not grow
up with, your beloved children separated by time, by place,

by monstrous Apartheid, by brutish men,
whose skin just happened to be lighter.



You told me many things, as I grew older,
of the years in exile, of the winters that grew ever colder.

You were a fighter, for a just cause,
like countless other South African women,

you sacrificed much, you suffered the pangs,
of memories that cut into your bone, your marrow,

you resisted a system, an ideology, brutal and callous and narrow.



Yes, you lived to see freedom arrive, yet you suffered still,
a family torn apart, and struggling to rebuild a life,

all the while, nursing a void, that nothing could ever fill.



I salute you, mother, as I salute the nameless mothers,

the countless sisters, daughters, women of this land,
who fought, sacrificing it all for taking a moral stand.



I salute you, my mother, and though you have passed,
your body interred in your beloved South African soil,

you shall remain, within me, an ever-present reminder,

of the cost of freedom, the struggles, the hunger, the toil.


I salute you!



(for the brave women of South Africa, of all colours,
who fought against racial discrimination and Apartheid)






Details | Crown of Sonnets | |

You Didn't Even Say Goodbye

Why did you just get up and go away?
I thought that you would be here for me every single day
You did not even say goodbye
And if things went wrong, why did you not say "Lets try"?
I sit by my window and I am all alone
I am sitting there waiting and you don't even phone
What shall I do for the rest of my life?
When I thought we'd always be together as husband and wife
So as I sit by my window, I know in my heart
That we'll be together again, because we were never meant to part
Then as I look out of my window
In another world I can see
We will be together as it was always meant to be


Details | Epic | |

Late Night New

Sitting in a chair and watching a movie I get a phone call,
She's dead, my little sister tells me, and I drop the ball.
you are really gone, I can't believe how this can happen,
You didn't have to go, I wish I could of dropped in. 

Hearing and seeing all the tears that are being poured out for you is very sad,
This day will be remembered in yours and you two little angels forever and that's not bad. 
Not being able to see you any more will be hard but ill think of something to occupy my self,
But till than tho, shine bright for our God and save me a crown a big shelf.


Dedication to: Alina Bukhanstova and her two little angels. 

PS: R.I.P, you will be missed.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Witnesses To Sinners



I can't hear the words as they come from my mouth
I can't hear the screams as they work their way out
As I write all is seen is a blur and blank moment and
Once recovered sensed the words were written,not 
Even a look to see what was written only to know it
Was there.Sleepless night,taunt  filled faces horde my
Dreams.Have this made me fall so low no longer am I
Am I able to stand on my own to feet.How many times 
Will you make me cry before claiming only to being a 
Witness in a crime,your crime. Putting on that face
Working the crowds with amazing easily,how I hate you
Yes all the thing I think about revolve around you.
How many times have I witness myself wound my self
With your blade? As though under a spell doing as order
Without a cry to the world what made me so diligent ?
But no longer can you be a witness,No longer can I be 
A witness to these crimes that been committed.Be us both
Sinners be us both lovers be that we both be cursed 
We shall witness our sins become whole and the love in
Which we share spread further and further like the flames 
Of hades. May there be peace for sinners in the next world.
We are both witnesses and at the same time 
We are both sinners one day to become consumed by our
Own darkness how far will we fall until that moment comes?
May we be good may we be bad may we fall may we live may 
May we die or carry on we are the Witnesses We are the Sinners
To this world and the next.


Details | Verse | |

His Sapling Lemon Tree

Nothing unusual blossomed this spring, yet, I marvel at the growth of her resilience ~ In morning's half-light I watch her fondle branches, then, smile, reassured.... It makes my eyes sting...as if burned by the fruit's tangy juice ~ He would have been pleased to know three lovely lemons survived winter's frost
__________________________________________ KIMO-TANKA-SENRYU For Constance's Contest: Three Verses


Details | Senryu | |

Death of the Bride of a Frankenstein

His lovely monster

Stitched and gilded fell apart

From his staunch patterns


Details | Bio | |

January 1, 2007

My list is long today.
But the voice says sleep --
Don't engage,
Don't create,
Don't make the bed --

Sleep

Begone sunshine.

My mind falls to empty thought --
Is this dementia?
Will my mind curl up
     and sleep to death?

Will I follow my mother into the depths
     of lost thought and fabricated reality?

Will I know my husband
     when I see him again?

Will I even find him?

Sleep

The depression lulls me back into myself
     dulling the memory of lost tomorrows,
          begun today,
               nine years ago.


Details | Sonnet | |

A View From A Hospital Room

Checked the small view from hospital room I did
Doing this deed was just a simple thing
View top of trees but bottom half woods hid
Windows in building right, sun_ clouds mirroring

How many persons from car wreck slain
Thinking continues noise from hall distress
View draws me in_to outside once again
Are the crows high in nest now comfortless

Will my love whom on my bosom kept
Be kept safe_God will heal I am quite
Sure, even though now the time light has crept
The deciding factor will be tonight

At our home will he come once again to face
All the love and happiness in this place


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LENORE

The vernal pool of Heaven opens Lenore looks down upon LOVE lost
Lotus blossoms floating on air , swallowing the Sunlight and Die in the Frost

The softness of  the Feathers of an ANGEL’S WING Touched  by LENORE and I
True sadness Entwines Our Hearts Together, FOREVER as ONE in Each Others Eye

These are the Words of YOUR Earthly LOVER, Harry YOUR Husband, He LOVES YOU
Shh!  Lenore Gestures with Her Finger to HER LIPS, My Beloves : “ Poetry; So True “ 

You are His Guardian ANGEL Asks LENORE  : “ I am “ “ KASHINATH “ Forever LOVE” 
Your wings Flutter so, “the Flowers  Singing, Dew crying to the Hot Sun ABOVE"

Lenore “Take  Words from My Heart, to My BELOVED : Serenade Him with  Infinity
Flap Your Wings, ride the Wind of Heaven Go to him, and say  I wait for His Eternity

               Inspired by The Contest " Reflection " Sponsored By
                  " Constance La France " ~ A Rambling POET ~
                           By HGARVEY Daniel Esqure -- HG
           Dedicated to Those Waiting For Us at The Pearly Gates
                                             5th Place


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A Gilded Cage - a Duo-rhyme



A gilded cage with heart so pure
her lessons here she must endure,
sadness and pain her life has shown
with golden bars a place called home.
A lonely place for one to be
beyond the bars she may not see
still longing for her love's embrace
no longer can she see his face.
His journey took him far away
a pipers price she could not pay
as time goes by and tears they fall,
could he have been her love at all?


Details | Narrative | |

Just Desserts for Rats

Still touching the hilt of the sword, she declares, “No fencing for HIM at the end of the month. His pastime is so bloody boring!” The mouse in her house regards her with cockiness from underneath a chair. “Yeah, BEN, my FRIEND, I’m talking to YOU.” She returns the stare of the mouse. “And you sure do make a racket at night down here on this kitchen flooring!” The ashes she flicks from her cigarette fall soundlessly to the tiles. She casually leafs through a travel brochure she holds, then looks over at “Ben.” “Yeah, that husband of mine sure thought he could fool me, but he’ll never try that again.” She fixes her gaze on Ben’s beady eyes and then back on the pages and smiles. There were rendezvous spots of her husband she’d got from a slime ball she’d hired to sleuth. “He did a good job, that big tub of lard. Yes, I do have to give him that, but he sure knew how to give me the creeps with his body all sweaty and fat.” She puts some milk on sweet rice in a bowl. “I only wanted the truth. Cat got your tongue? Too bad there’s no cat. I’d love to see you get swallowed.” The mouse doesn’t flinch. Now she looks down at a pile of the sleuth’s photographs. “This first batch of pictures wasn’t so hot.” She turns to the rodent and laughs. “But this second group. . . .Every cent was well-spent to have that bastard followed!” She puts the rice pudding with milk on the floor near a form that is centered there and stoops as she pours from a bottle marked “poison” its contents into the bowl. She leans down beside the shape on the floor, saying, “Soon you‘ll have Ben‘s company.” And then to the mouse: “ Come here, little rat, come now and eat till you’re full.” Then grabbing her bags pre-packed for Australia, she kicks at the form on the floor so carefully centered - kicks right at the spot where the sword’s blade so easily entered. For the Dirty Deeds Contest


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A Brief - Grief Document

Still YOU can hear the Sobbing, Throbbing, Heartbeat of A Broken Heart
YOU can feel Her Sorrow, Swallow Sadness, flowing : the contour of Her Face
The Tears in Her Eyes, Sighs of Suffering Alone Now; Yet NEVER APART
She Walks the Rainbow, Below the Gates of Heaven, HER FOREVER enters Grace

Inspired by “ Anne Rutherford “
Dedicated in Memory of HER FOREVER and ALWAYS ; “ HUSBAND “


Details | Lyric | |

The Unhappy Moth

She chose a red scarf. The most red 
of them all.
Of a dark red, a sweet and thick red color,
just as wine.

She carved from the red scarf
from the middle
to the size of a Martini glass.

Then she carved one more glass,
and she kept carving 
till she fell asleep.

Yesterday
she saw her Beloved Moth 
flirting with a Younger Moth, 
carving together from a sweater
while she was getting busy,
carving in the shelves.

The Unhappy Moth drank lots of wine
woolen wine, 
last night.
She drank lots, too much
for a Moth.
The Unhappy Moth got drunk
and fell asleep
on the red scarf,
unhidden
with a heart filled with peace.

She was not afraid no more. 
Now she could be seen easily,
laying on the scarf
and easily crushed.

The Unhappy Moth was not 
afraid of death no more,
at least, now she knew 
how wonderful the red scarfs are
and that they taste
like red wine.


Details | Free verse | |

Tomorrow without you


it is tomorrow and the
only thing i have of you
is yesterday

no more will your hands
hold mine nor your
sweet kisses divine
rest upon my lips

truly our love was
made in heaven so
it is natural that you
return to where we
both began

i wonder my love
are you also walking
alone along the sand...


Details | Rhyme | |

For the Fallen Hero

Holes are dug
The tents raised
Men and women salute
As they carry your body away

The flag draped over so graceful
Exhibiting patriotism of the brave
Honoring the risk you willingly took 
As we march in silence toward your grave

My fellow comrade, my partner
Forever my best friend
Life for us was just beginning
When it turned for a swiftning end

I felt my stomach tightly churn
When I saw your name on the list
Sinking back into the moment
We shared our final goodbye kiss

Now as they lower you down gently
My heart follows right behind
Though you can't be with me now in body
Our souls will always be intertwined
 
I'll be brave for our little princess
But I can't promise I won't weep
Watching her lay here with your picture
Cuddling it softly sound asleep

I tell her numerous stories about you
And she tries to memorize them all
But as the years go by it gets harder
When your face isn't as clear to recall
 
She knows her father is a hero
And not afraid to announce to the world
Oh my dear, how I see so much of you
In the liveliness of our precious girl

I know our parting won't last forever
When we're together as a family in Heaven
That picture is what keeps me going each day
Holding to the thought I'll embrace you again 

We will live to make you proud, my love
Though somedays are harder then most
Perhaps fallen but never forgotten
To your life we raise this toast


Details | I do not know? | |

For Men Everywhere One Billion Rising

1 Billion Rising.

For Men Everywhere.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

Stop!

Stop the abuse!

Of grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Listen!

Listen to the voices!

Of grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Think!

Think of how you treat,

grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Act!

Act now to change yourself!

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when you stop,

the violence,
the abuse,
the rape.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

is perpetrated by,

grand-fathers,
colleagues,
boyfriends,
husbands,
nephews,
brothers,
partners,
fathers,
uncles,

men,

all men.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when us men stop,

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

today, now.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!


Details | Ballad | |

Starcrossed Tragedy

A Silent Night's Hunt for a Tigress so blunt, Left the Fiend dancing with my Thisbe's Cloack But where was She? Her Drenching blood is all I can see The Night of Sanguine, The Night of Rapture, Tonight was meant to be All Behold This Tragedy ran by Dark Energy, My Lost Lover's Plea A seed of what is to come, In this starcrossed Tragedy, For I can not live without you, My Pyramus, All I need, My reason to Breathe One sight of me bleeding away from reality, started this tragedy and with me It shall Grow The Pain wasn't enough for me, To Live on with me Love without consequence, The Damned Saint, The Angelic Demon The Darkness of the Sea, Carries away with me, In this Starcrossed Tragedy A Star traveling across the moonless Night Sky, In the mid-summer of Verona, Fell from her glorious light, I have lost my guide, My need for Life Every balcony I'll climb for you, Just to Caress you once more But now it is too Late, My Juilet Let the Poison Fill me My Body dyed In silence, Dipped in Paralysis, Forging the Will of God, Feigning the Clutches of Death, My Romeo I prithee to you, See past The Illusion, Caught in the Webs of Love's delusion A Dagger reached my heart once To see you martyr for our love A Dagger reached my heart twice The Pain wasn't enough for me, To Live on with me Love without consequence, The Damned Saint, The Angelic Demon The Darkness of the Sea, Carries away with me, In this Starcrossed Tragedy Once the Morning Retired from her weeping The sun shined into her eyes, then his Lifeless, their dream will live on Every Petal will be Avenged The Pain wasn't enough for me, To Live on with me Love without consequence, The Damned Saint, The Angelic Demon The Darkness of the Sea, Carries away with me, In this Starcrossed Tragedy


Details | Personification | |

Pessimistic Love

Love is
the morning dew...
lurking, looming
effervescent
enigmatic
...burned
...gone


Details | Lyric | |

Tea Time

Love in your bones, perfection, divine, a wandering heart pure is thine?
A moment in time, immaculate, sensual, alive, we align.
A mass of vibrating energy combines.
Lost here, safe there, warm dear?
Our love melts crippling fear.
There is no divide. No moon owns this colorful tide.
So now we jump! 
Inside my manic depressive ride.
Will I? can I? Abide? to society now, I have a bride?
Shirtless, shoeless, beard is long, happy am I.
Fear not, even King Kong.
Wife at home, smoking tea and high.
Jesus Christ! I sigh. sigh. sigh..
You pinned my soul, my thoughts and I..... 
Dreamed to die.
My, my, my.
Your cold hard shell.
I loved you then and wished you well.
A living breathing tree did fell.
Is it cold in this, your damp black cell?
Silence.....
Now. 
For this happy fat sow.
Expectations melted, I chose, I allow.
By camp fire I love. I warm, with stars above.
Tea in hand, lying back, to know someday I will love.
I toke on tea, enjoying my smoke. I love it here, so real. 
Remote.
For me, for me, I toast, I joke, this bloke owns nothing.
Sorry. I lied. Frothing. I do own something this lovely green smoke.
You strive for things, material and plastic, a waste of energy, I think, a joke.
Funny you see? means nothing to me, like you I wrote.
Happiness is. So very near, its here, shockingly clear.
Your mind, your head, to freely choose.
Before your old and dead, dead, dead.
















Details | I do not know? | |

My Last Word

Someday at any time I could be gone…
When it happens don’t you dare be sad?
I am saved and living in God’s great beyond,
Enjoying the best times that I’ve ever had.

Now I hope to be caught up into the cloud,
However God’s timing and planning are right,
To be adjoined with all the redeemed crowd,
So take up the mantle and against satan fight.

The battle will not be over till the devil’s in hell,
If you are not born again I’d encourage you to be,
Be a watchman till Jesus makes all things well,
So your soul too can be made eternally free.

Remember my wife, sons, daughters, whom I love,
The rest of my family, friends, all of those who care,
Outside of grace you were my treasure from above,
Life was wonderful, I am so glad we got to share.

Now as I bring this poem of eulogy to a close,
All my sufferings are over with pains all gone,
It’s okay to cry over my death but a party I propose,
For on satan I have the last laugh my journey’s done.


Pr 27:1 - Boast not thyself of to morrow; for thou knowest not what a day may 
bring forth.


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~~ Beloved Wife ~~

I was looking for Inspiration, for an “Elegy” Contest Poem
A Rambling POET , Constance, with  POETRY from her Heart
With deep embedded feelings Her  ~~Beloved Husband~~  is where I start
For I too lost a dear true LOVE, Glenn and Lenore in Heavens Home
I felt the pain of agony, the pain of a lost LOVE,  I know what Constance felt 
Together in Spirit, yet so far apart, together in Prayer, at a Gravestone we Knelt
I stare upon the ocean of tears that Constance cried, for in that ocean ,my Wife died
As we grow old together : Alone : let us meet in Heaven, YOU with YOUR Husband
                                        I with my Bride
Inspired By A Rambling POET, CONSTANCE"s Contest "Scavenger Hunt"
Dedicated to "A Rambling POET: Constance" 


Details | Free verse | |

I'll Be Home Soon

Gazing out the window
rain pounding like a drummer in a parade
I let my eyes fall closed
and I picture his emerald eyes
his bright smile that lights up a darkened sky
and his scent - a mixture of the rain outside and the pine trees beyond my sight
I then allow my lids to open
and I gaze at the polished black pistol in my hand
As I lift it, the heaviness a slight surprise
the sight of his blood stained on my freshly painted wall
fills my mind with the memories of his misery
I yearn to join him
and so I lift the pistol higher and higher until I feel the coldness on my temple
and I enjoy the last moments with my memories of his beautiful face as it kisses mine
while I pull the trigger harder and harder

and then comes the blast
and I've joined him at last
and I see his face again
and again he kisses me sweetly
I see his bright smile
emerald eyes
and that wonderfully blissful scent makes me whole
and I am Home


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

HELP HER UP

written 2nd Aug 2013



This life is not as it should be
 pick up your wife, can't you see 

You're her husband, stand up!
 give her a reason, to again believe

She means 'everything'....to this family
 shutting the door leaving her totally... Alone

Do you actually know her at all...
 damaging her heart and soul, deep within it's cold

Loneliness consumes her, it's been so long
 it must be asked...do you still love her?

Are you willing to help her to her feet again?
 or shall you sit back and watch, as she see's the end

This is completely left for only you, her husband to declare
 how much does she really mean to you...do you still care?

Will you step up, or let her rot into total depression, you see it...
 Love and care, or death and dispirit

It's all up to you!
 Her loving husband, what will you do.....


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Miss You

I have missed you since the day you walked out!
I have missed your talks & our walks!
I have missed your smiles!
I have missed our times we spent being together in our home or out running our daily errands!

I wish Heaven had a phone so I could hear your voice one last time.  I think of you so very often & miss you too the Heavens & back!  Life isn't the same without you apart of it.  I miss you ever so much & wish you had not gone on so soon!  I am getting by each day,but I hide it well so I don't have to explain my story to everyone insight.  I miss you so much & wish you didn't walk out that door!  

I miss you so much that I think I hear your footsteps walking across the floor!
I miss you so much that I at times think I hear you calling my name!
I miss you so much that sometimes I feel you brush the palm of your hand across my face!

I really wished Heaven had a phone so I could hear your voice one last time!
Not a minute nor each hour or day goes by to where you are not missed or thought of or talked about!    We all miss you ever so much!!  Can't believe you walked out that door nearly 3 yrs ago! We all miss you & LOVE you & miss you so very Much!!  Until We Meet Again..My Dearly Beloved Husband..I love you & Miss you SO Very Very Much!!


Details | Dizain | |

When The Torch Came In June

When The Torch Came In June--In Memory of my husband: 
            Robert A. (Bobby) Burch--Died 6/22/1996

O' June...June...I can't believe how fast time
Has gone. It seems like only yesterday
I held him close...kissed...his lips on mine.
It's been sixteen years since he went away...
That HOT, JUNE, DAY--the Olympic Torch came
Through town. Everone there--needing him too...
He sat down beside me--his face--I knew
When he said, "I don't feel well"--that glazed stare.
Everyone always asked him what to do!
Twice...he came back to assist his own care...

EMS, Doctors, nurses--all were there!
But, still, it was not enough to save him.
Two minutes from the ER--WASN'T FAIR!
'Prayed in the ER as they worked on him...
The people: loved ones, community, friends,
Were everywhere--pacing...standing...crying...
But I kept praying--"Don't let him be dying!"
Finally, they 'called it'...then let me go in...
I kissed him-- goodbye-- but felt they were lying--
Then told our son...he'd not see, DAD--again.

O' June...June...your mem'ry serves quite well...
Wish it'd been me...and he, this story tell.

deborah burch©
5/26/2012

Dizain
Entry for contest: "If I Had A Broken Heart"...


Details | Verse | |

His Gentleness

He gently creeps into her room
to rest tenderly near her side
 while thoughts of melancholy zoom
 in  of his once vibrant bride
she's been there for him
so many, many years
he sniffles~and tries to hide 
the sorrow and the tears
she has been injured and hurt
but has lost the fight
she will not make it through the night
she will be in paradise by tomorrow's day
he reaches to sniff her best skirt
holds it tight~ it smells of her perfume
he drags over to the vanity to spray
her familiar scent around the room
he cradles her head within his arm
then musters an adoring smile as he whispers in her ear, 
"Time travels fast, and I will see you in a while, my dear"
He provides her warmth by stroking her hair
he wants to capture this image of her there
he wants this moment painted on the wall
so that he can always,always recall
how peaceful she seemed while adrift somewhere.

Copyright McCuen 2009


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The Chase

I remember when the chase began 
So many years ago.
I saw you turn, so terrified
You had just met your foe. 

Deep in your eyes I saw the fear,
The why, the when, what for?
Wondering when death would come,
Knocking at your door.

Then with resolve you looked at him
Ready for the fight ,
Your fear had turned to anger
You fought with all your might.

The battle lasted many years,
The wounds, they took their toll.
One night while you were sleeping,
The angels took your soul.

Now we who still are breathing
Remember how you fought,
And even though you could not win,
The precious moments that you bought.

Brenda Meier-Hans
October 2012
3rd place Contest: One Sad Poem 


Details | Ballad | |

Without You

If I was granted just one wish
A wish that might come true
I’d wish with all my heart and soul
For yesterday and you
If only I could turn back time
I’d go back to the start
If only you could hold me 
While I slowly fall apart
Questions left unanswered
So many words unsaid
Letters that I wrote will now 
Forever go unread
Why you went I’ll never know...or 
Why you had to die...or
Why you had to leave me
Why you never said goodbye
Looking to my future
All I see is pain and sorrow
Without you I’m shattered
Without you there’s no tomorrow
Without you I’m so alone
I don’t know where I’m bound
Without you I’m lost…
Without you I can’t be found
However dark the nights
I’m told the sun will rise again…but
How can I see sunshine
When my world’s so full of pain
Please don’t leave me here alone
Please kiss away my fears
Lee, I need you with me
Please come home and dry my tears
Hold me hun, just one more time
The way I used to know
I need to feel you here
I’m just not ready to let go
I miss your face..your smile..your touch
I miss your many charms
Days are long ..my nights are cold
Not being in your arms
But ...what I miss the most is when
I look at you and see
The love I know you're feeling
When you’re looking back at me
I know I must be strong now
For this mountain I must climb
But how do I survive without
The love of my life time
You wasn’t just my husband
But my friend and lover too
And no one in this world 
Will ever take the place of you..


For Lee...the love of my life..
I will miss you forever

Your wife...Bree x












Details | Elegy | |

Reflections

At night I see your smiling face,
As if the chains of our love were unbroken.
Your look of utter devotion pervades my sensibilities.
I know it's true for many have said,
That you died loving me alone.
Yet you never fought hard enough to let us know.
I guess that secret has gone with you forever.

I cry frequently when I reflect on those irretrievable moments.
At times I feel imprisoned in a bubble that no one can penetrate
Memories however can never be erased.
I have constant flashbacks to those days so many years ago.
I see you in my mind's eye,
You enthralled at the sight of your firstborn.
And your words "that's my precious"
Seem to reverberate in my brain.
Are you now watching over me?
After all, we were once man and wife.


Details | Free verse | |

"Promise"

Please don't
They are angry
At us for deceiving
Wounded
We're left in this cold alley
Thrown like dog's
Im waiting for the right time
But my pulse is not going so fast as when they were here
Because of a religion im a target
Because i want to be myself
They want me
And my beloved 
Please tell me your ok
Tell me is over now
All she asked me
My self with frozen tears falling down
Answered
A little bit longer and we are gonna be in heaven
She said i am lying
I said
Sometimes truth is hidden between lies
She want's me to hold her tight
But we must play dead until every one else die
I asked her back
Do you remember?

When We met each other
Playing dead with the dogs
She said back
I do
And look at us now
Playing dead again with death by the side
I told her there how much i loved her
She stood quiet
After long seconds she said with her trembling voice
Me too
Snow is cold
Heart is not strong
I told her to focus
It was gonna be over soon
Then she said repeated i love you
Then i stood quiet
I was gonna say love you too
When a soldier jumped at us and started shooting at the dead bodies
I looked at her pretty eyes
Her frozen lips i say the move and i spelled "I Love You"
Right there bullets got her
Her blood was every were
The soldier wasted all his bullets
Then he left
My cried there
But the cold didn't my tears fall
Frozen

Two nights later
The invasion was over
I was able to stop playing dead
I ran to her body
And hug it tight
Saying sorry and repeating i love you hundreds of times
For that time the sun shined bright on that solo tunnel
I looked at the sun with fear
And asked why did she left...
She promise me before they came here she wasn't gonna die
Not with my son inside
Then tears broke from my eyes like a river
Two lives in one
How can that embrace my life
Then i stood up and walked away
Leaving behind
The note i never lend to her...

Note: 

My love, much time have passed since last time, i am most certain i haven't called either
send a picture of me, but everything is fine, hope you are too, by the way i wanted to
remind you how much and how strong i love you, i promise one thing, I will not die, you
will see me one more time, a time that will cut forever, hope the sun is burning bright
there, i heard snow is bad, i will come back home in 6 days, ti'll then put your love on
the pocket, i'll be back home darling... 

Much Love, your Husband Wes Ortiz


Details | I do not know? | |

It's Time

It's time.

The two times before
Were tests
To see if she could
Identify the moment
When she should leave.

It's time.

The words
Buzzed in her head
Over and over
As she tucked the last items
In the bag she had prepard.
A bag similar to the one
An expectant mother would have ready,
But she would never
Need that particular bag,
He made sure of that.

It's time.

It was 10am,
He had been gone
The better part of three hours.
The longest three hours of her life.
She waited patiently,
Just in case he came home
For some forgotten tool or document.

It's time.

She slipped out the back door
And scaled two neighbours' fences
Before entering the street.
With her hat pulled down low
She made her way to the bus station.
It was time to leave town.

It's time.

She bought a ticket to California,
Los Angeles to be specific.
She would become a lost angel
In the city of angels.

It's time.

As she waited for the bus,
She heard a car shrieking
To a stop outside.
She shrank into her seat,
But it was for nought,
As cruel hands
Pulled her from her seat.

It's time.

First came a slap,
Then another,
And by the time the ticket agent
Came out to pull him away from her
He was punching her.

It's time.

He shrugged off the agent
And ran to her,
But by that time 
She had pulled out
Her grandpappy's Smith & Wesson,
And with shaking hands
She lodged a bullet
In his heart.

It's time.

The gun was a present 
From her momma,
And from the day she got it
She practiced on old toys
Behind the abandoned toy factory.
She practice until it was time.
Today, the time came
And it tuly was time.

It's time
For her abusive husband to die.


Details | Rhyme | |

Lady Jane Grey's Last Day

Here I am facing my death at age sixteen.
Each moment of my life has been a foreboding scene.
I never had desire to be this nation’s queen.

Devoid of love and care from my mother,
it seems I could not trust her or any other.
Merely a pawn in the game of my father-in-law’s ambitions,
I was inadvertently swept into these political transitions.
King Edward was tricked into naming me next in line.
To be ruler of this nation was not of my design.
The crown is something I should never truly own.
My second cousin Mary is rightful heir to the throne.
With Mary’s rule, a new era in England had begun.
To be a part of rebellion was never my intention.
Here in the middle of this winter season, 
my husband and I have been found guilty of treason.

I witnessed my husband Guilford’s decapitated body.
Pulled in a cart past my cell, it was plain to see.
Frightening was the thought the next to die should be me.
However, I shall approach the block with grace and dignity.
Let my plight be known throughout the course of history.
May they realize I was undeserving of my destiny.

Lady Jane Grey, a cousin of England's King Edward VI, was queen of England for 
only nine days from July 10-19, 1553.  She was convicted of high treason.  She and 
her husband, Lord Guilford Dudley, were executed in the Tower of London on 
February 12, 1554.  I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for valuable 
information I obtained to write this poem.


Details | Quatrain | |

Why Red Roses Flow

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



Details | Free verse | |

The Widows Cry

Crying out in anguish.
Flesh, and blood, and voice! 
A cleansed soul left to dry! 
Such searing pain, such poise.
Gnashing waves rise, 
to salty eyes.
No mercy! 
No release shall fall! 
How shall she live, 
this wicked life? 
What will become, 
of these hollowed walls? 
She cannot breathe! 
She cannot fight! 
All hope has faded, 
gone from her sight.
You! All the many you! 
Know you this pain? 
Her lifes mate! 
How shall she bare, 
empty weight? 
This lifeless spirit! 
She bleeds dry, in daily strides.
Oh, a survivor she is, to be sure.
Rising naturaly as the tides.
Tho this unseasoned shell... 
will prevail.
It is not a happy day! 
Ner a voice is heard! 
Love! Love! 
Oh Love! 
This union, this best! 
All seeking, in times test.
Upon her face, balances some hope.
Who now, shall give testament to this life? 
When all is woe unto this widowed wife.


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If I die before I wake

As I die he will be with me,
I fell in love he had the key,
And always knelt on one knee.

My last thoughts are of him, 
As the lights go dim,
Life circling on a rim.

All at once we are apart,
The taste is so tart,
It all hits me in the heart.

You are left to live,
My heart your captive,
There is nothing to forgive.

My cheeks blush so shy,
With a tear in my eye,
As I start to die.

Fear not for I am well,
As many up here can tell,
It is not quite hell.

As I look from above,
kissing the forehead of my love,
I wonder what he dreams of.

I look at him so fondly,
his lips curve so grandly,
as he sleeps so soundly.

I'm like a hummingbird fluttering over his bed,
I wish to be with him but I am dead,
My life over and has fled.

I fear for my love for he is kind,
Strong handsome and well lined,
But now I leave him way behind.

Finding love is like a quiz,
Never knowing what it is,
He needs love from a heart as strong as his.


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That night

Tonight was supposed to be one of the biggest nights of my life.
Happy to entertain my fans.
I just got the worst phone call of all.
My father died.
I didn't think I can get on stage like this tonight.
Was tryn so hard to hold back these tears.
I thought maybe I'll cancel tonight.
I didn't want to let my fans down.
They been lookin foward to seeing me.
"You got 5 mins to show time" the lady says.
I close my eyes and pray.
"Lord Jesus,I need you tonight. 
I need your help.
I cant do this by myself."

Walked out on stage to sing my song.
Tryn my best to hold back my tears  and be strong.
As I was performing, I see my friend looking concerned.
He can tell somthing was wrong.
When I finished singing, I didn't even want to talk to anybody.Not even the show 
host.
I just had to go.

I went to the back and cried.  I didn't even tell my dady I love him before he died.
I didn't get the chance.
I decided I'd write a song about him to my fans.
Always tell the most impotant people in your life, you love them
especaily your mom and dad
cause the next time you talk to them may be you're last.


Details | Free verse | |

Widow's Peak

Her name is now a legend 
Before her name was feared
The lady Henrietta 
Lean close and lend an ear

They say her status started
One night long time ago
She found her husband cheating
With the girl she knew next door

Her mind did snap
Her heart grew cold
With a knife she stole their souls
Cut the beating heart away 
Ate flesh when cold

Within her veins flowed the blood
Of the one who done her wrong
Gave her everlasting life
Her age in death was old

But one small thing that should be said
About the spell she cast
That beauty would always be her guide
In death she looked her best

Word spread quickly through the town
Where Henrietta lived
About the spell she cast the night
Her husband committed sin

Women came to ask for help 
To change their husband’s ways
For they had also messed around
Now love for them had strayed

With each one she gave the spell
Steps to end their grief
Now in the town such beauty found
In women who’s husbands cheat

With new found beauty each started life
Fresh and young again
And if the man they loved did cheat
Revenge was sweet again


Many many years went by
And soon the town was gone
Towards the end all that was left
Were women who were scorned

But in woods outside the town
In a placed called Widow’s Peak
You find plots of all the ones
Whose death came from a cheat

So this story lives today 
If you doubt then ask around
For the one you love and share a life
Could be a widow from that town

All men beware all women ask
Before you start your cheating
In every city and every town
A Widow’s Peak is forming

Believe me if you will or not
In the end you’ll heed the warning
Just let the one you love find out
To Widow’s Peak you’re going


Details | Ballad | |

Through the Years

I know I had to let you go
To be with God above
But one thing I will always have, forever 
Is your love
It’s been there through our ups and downs
Through smiles and laughter too
Through good and bad, through tears and fears
Our love remained so true
Through the years when things were tough
Or anything went wrong
Together we would work it out
Together we stood strong
Through the years you cared for me
You loved me every day
Through the years when I got lost
You helped me find my way 
Through the years when I was sad
You held me while I cried
Through the years, you’ve been my love
My strength, my rock, my guide
Sometimes when I'm all alone
I close my eyes and pray
That God will give you back to me
Just for one more day
So I could tell you one more time
How much I love you so
So I could hold you just once more
Before I let you go
I miss you every morning
Every night and every day
I’d give all my tomorrows
For just one more yesterday
I always knew how blessed I was
To have you in my life
Always I will wear your ring
I’ll always be your wife
I know I must be strong now 
For this mountain I must climb
To face a world without the man
Who always will be mine
I know you’re always here with us 
Our children feel it too
And no one else will ever have 
The love we gave to you
I know you're up in Heaven 
And to God, you now belong
But part of you stays here..
For in your sons…you still live on..




Details | Limerick | |

Roman Wedlock

A baby, pious, was born by aide
He named it Gaias, and felt like a jade
While he cried,
Cause mommy died.
His wife hired yet another maid. 


Details | Rhyme | |

The diary:

He found her diary while she was out one day
Reading the entries made him vexed 
He saw a lover she secretly concealed
And with revenge he decided, she will pay
He read on and this is what the diary had to say


Dear Diary today he bought me flowers
He took me out to dinner
Back at the house we had champagne
Then he made love to me for hours

Dear diary my husband and I had a fight
He said hurtful things and said, “Watch it my dear”
He lunged at me in a threatening manner
My body shook in uncontrollable fear

Dear diary he looked at me in that way 
That makes me feel… wanted
He took me out and 
Like a rare diamond, I was flaunted

Dear diary my husband, oh my husband
The evil man, he said the most horrible thing
Saying the food I cooked was awful
As if I am serving a king

Dear diary his soft gentle hand was…
Caressing my inner thighs
He makes me weak, I love him so
His body hypnotises my eyes

He ripped the book in a rage
And threw it in the bin
As he paced up and down
Not noticing on the floor one diary page

He went upstairs and wired the shower
To give her an electric shock
She’ll be home soon he thought 
And it will be over in an hour

She came home and switched on the shower
Singing while she got undressed
Her voice enflamed his jealous thoughts
As he gritted his teeth in detest.

Then he heard a short loud scream
That brought chills to his bones
And found her dead in the shower
Of their quiet secluded home.

He went satisfied in to the kitchen 
And prepared a cup of tea
When he noticed stuck under his shoe
A page from his wife’s diary

Dear diary some times my husband is like another man
When he treats me like a woman that’s what I love and adore
But sometimes my husband upsets me
And I don’t know whether I love him or hate him more.


Details | Nonet | |

Message in a Bottle-Rite-Cecil

Since you found my words, my seal was tight.
Please read, do not have any fright.
These words, be my last, tonight.
To my wife, heavens lights,
I have taken flight.
No longer fight,
Our twelfth night,
Ignites
Rite 


written for

Sponsor Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S. 
Contest Name "MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE" 


Details | Rhyme | |

A Veiled Black Lace Hat

Clare's hands were clasped upon her lap,
upon her crown, a veiled black lace hat.
A shattered calm she wore;
that took on strength
self-steadied after several drinks

If one dared look closer, to penetrate -
then one would see through the black veil's lace,
and reveal a woman, blank of face,
that long ago had left this place.

Clasped hands 
on which shine a
diamond ring
lustre lost, 
as do those things
that shine, then dull.
A lover's token 
which she pushed and pulled.

Parades of people floated past
condolences said and sent
as people slowly came and went.

Clare remained
with hands still clasped upon her lap
diamond dully staring back.

All had gone, as had he,
as Clare fell to her knees
face pale and pasty white
searching for that brilliant light
that never came. 

Clare stumbled out into the night
guided by vodka and
lace veiled sight

alone again; Clare cried insane
until a large sum of money came
as did twice before
when on her finger
shone a diamond ring -
lustre lost - as do those things
that shine, then dull
that push, then pull

In her closet, near the back
waits a favorite
veiled black lace hat


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Bells and Cries

A lovely lady;
Growing inside, a new life.
A man in a tux.

Another bell rings now.
Final grades, balanced college offers,
Off to another adventure.

Damp ground, headstones.
Growing inside, a new life,
Done with their adventures.

-Caroline Youngless


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The Other

A seismic change has come over me these last few days, 
Ever since I fell in love with a pure and generous heart 
And ever since I pledged myself to become worthy, 
Not only of his love – but God’s 
I have found myself turning my back on the past, 
Averting my gaze from the sins I used to commit, 
From the poisons and indecent beauties that tempt
Nowadays I seek to push aside the bottle of wine 
I turn my head away when a handsome man walks by 
Or at most sneak a fleeting glimpse…
Because for me now there is only one man 
My future husband 
Or so I would like to have myself believe – 
But at odd moments, I find that I tend to lapse 
And my thoughts stray across the desert sands to you 
Reclining in your murky den of iniquity, 
All entrancing liquid eyes and serrated sensibilities 
And sometimes, despite the stab of guilt, 
I find myself wishing I was there with you…
In your arms for one last night 
One last fling with the old devils of drink and death metal 
But then, thank goodness, I always manage to catch myself
To jerk at the reins, at the self imposed bit in my mouth, 
Until my jaws are flecked with bloody foam – 
And I turn my back on your face of demonic beauty 
And raise my eyes to the heavens, to distract myself, 
Perhaps, from the tempting darkness of your soul – 
A darkness that is mirrored in my own
And that I do my best to ignore…
For the sake of my future husband and for God, 
Who try their divine best not to blame me – 
Though heaven knows I still find sin much easier than virtue
And my heart still bears a black veneer
And throbs to the beat of a death metal drum


Details | I do not know? | |

To Love More And More

.
Death silently crept
In the night he came
One had to gently 
Close the eyelids down

Would you be distraught
Would your heart weep
If this were your plight
To close eyes in sleep

Eternal sleep now
Would your heart break within
Would you remember
The love that we shared

Or would you sing joy
Thank God she's gone
Being tired of daily
Having to serve the lady

Serve her by working
Bringing home the bacon
Or would you want 
To go on toward home

Joining the loveone
That shared your long life
I would not want to be
The one who had to close 

Those brown eyes in death
I would want to cheat death 
Iwould want you to met him
In the air with no care

Not knowing who will go
First to the eternal shore
Help me Holy Spirit 
To love more and more


Details | I do not know? | |

For Anene Booysen 1996 - 2013

Hamba Kahle Anene Booysen! (1996 – 2013)


Dead at 17, brutally raped and left to die,
in the dirt,

 

at a construction site in Bredasdorp.

 

‘horrific’, ‘repulsed’,
‘brutally raped’, ‘shocked’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

murdered at 17, brutally raped and left to die,

in the dirt,

 

at a construction site in Bredasdorp.

 

Anene was raped,
savagely mutilated,

 

Her 17 year old body tossed aside,

 

by the hands of men.

 

Men, always men,

 

cowardly, beastly, perverted, twisted men.

 

‘Beastly’, ‘perverted’, ‘twisted’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

who now lies cold and dead.

 

How many Anene Booysens will it take,

 

for us,
society,
families,
people,

 

human-beings,

 

and,

 

men, especially men,

 

to excise the ghastly menace,

 

of the heinous capacity that resides,

 

within men,

 

always men,

 

to brutalise, rape, mutilate, and murder.

 

‘Brutalise’, ‘murder’, ‘rape’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

murdered at 17, brutally raped and left,

 

to die,

 

in the dirt,

 

at a construction site,

 

in Bredasdorp.

 

 

Anene Booysen
(1996 – 2013)

 

* – Hamba Kahle – “Farewell, Travel Well” in Zulu

 

** – Bredasdorp is a small town near Cape Town, South Africa


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My Angel

My Angel
Here she lies
The wise lady
With the blue eyes
My dearest wife
May she rise to Heaven
To touch an angel
As fair as those
She has touched
On this stained earth
For she left me
A happy man,
Her loving and
Devoted Husband
May the Cherubs sing
And the trumpets 
Sound when she
Makes her entrance
Into her celestial
New home.



Details | Tanka | |

Love You

total enchantment
the time I shared here with you
long past the times, few
 
sometimes I feel the cancer  
is in us both not just you


Details | Free verse | |

Hospice

Her hands shook
as they wheeled
him away.
Had his lips
been dry? 
Had his body
ached? 
Had he longed
for a touch
against his
fragile skin? 
Could she
have done more
to relieve
his pain? 
Could she
have loved him more, 
needed him more, 
begged him more
to stay? 
Her head swam
in the deafening silence
of guilt and sorrow
as she
buried herself
for feeling
relief.


Details | Lyric | |

away with the sun

Its getting late
but you already came 
and while you were here
things never change 
you lay with me
and tell me your words
then you leave 
and I feel hurt.
Its not you that hurts me 
but the sound of the door
closing behind you 
I know for sure 
you'd like to stay 
but you never do
I'm left alone 
missing you. 
These days its more frequent 
you leave so much
that you're gone more hours 
than the day brings sun
and I have begun 
to feel so numb
when the door closes 
another night I run
far away from the thoughts I have 
because its killing me to look
at my empty hands
I remember when we were on the sand 
you told me you loved me
but you weren't my man 
and so I walked, feeling okay
but too many months 
now I want you to stay
Am I selfish?
asking too much?
You only visit me an hour
after dusk
and I must go on
but should I stay?
when you see me sometimes
but its always too late.


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The soldier, the war, and I

The soldier, the war, and I


Today I am home and thinking to my self..
What would I be doing if I had a soldier coming home to me and my family?
What would I be doing if I was the soldier looking to going home to my family?
And then, I look back at all the years passed since this last war..

Many children have grown to become men, Others have grown to become soldiers
Where would I be if I had gone to the war and fought for my country?
Where would I be if I had gone and came back safely?
Where would I be if I had not gone at all because I was not qualified to go?
Would I be with my family or in a hospital injured?
Would I be standing proud, and laughing with my friends and family?
Or would I be dead, as I never got to come back?

Today I am home and thinking to myself..
Thinking of all of those brave soldiers, children still
Who are out there, suffering.. And some ill

Today I am home and thinking to myself..
How many woman are crying because of their gone loved ones
How many men are crying for their loved and missed ones
How many children are fatherless or motherless, or both!

And at the end I stop. I think no more..
I am grateful for the things I have, 
I am grateful for the people who surround me...
And I am sure grateful to never have gone to a war; yet, 
I sure appreciate the thoughts, courage, life, and suffering
Of all of those who have been touched by it.


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HG

Broken Hearted Since My WIFE Died


Details | Haiku | |

Sexy Death Wish

The way to go out:
Shot by a jealous husband
At ninety years old!


Details | I do not know? | |

Why Should We Live?

Why should we live if we have 
nothing to live for?
Why should we live if we have
nothing to die for?
Why should we live if 
no one cares?
Why should we live if you're
loved by no one?
Why should we live if no
one likes you?
Why should we live if 
no one loves you?

Each day is just a day
Each day is a day closer to death.
What's the point of living?
Some may say none,
Others may say why.
Why should we live?
Tell me and I will think about your answer.


Details | Couplet | |

The Deadly Dart

Wherever I go through out my whole life,
I end up struggling with lots of strife.
Thinking that my life is a total waste,
Wanting it to be over in a haste.

I can feel the pain inside my own heart,
Like someone through at my a deadly dart.
The wound is easing deeper and deeper,
Will the pain ever stop getting bigger?

Feeling emo is never a good thing,
Cutting your arm makes a really bad sting.
Blood is dripping from my arms and my heart,
Failing to dodge the largest deadly dart.

Drowning in all the lies and self pity,
I live each day but always feel sh*tty.
I have lots of thoughts about suicide,
But then I think about those who have died.

Those who have died not just from suicide,
But also those who are really nice guys.
...
...
...
...This "poem" was actually suppose to be a couplet (on any thing you want) for my english 
class but i made this kind bcuz i was feeling emo that day...and also after i was done i read it 
over and it almost sound like a rap song which, i guess, is kinda funny and cool.........


Details | Sonnet | |

The next few moments

Jiggling keys,he gave his crown a scratch
then took another look at his watch.
"You're gorgeous, now please get out!"
for the 10th time he cried out loud.

Out she emerged, breathtaking, as always,
dropping baubles, tottering in her Jimmy's,
Smile still smeared, they left that hour,
unaware of the timed out counter.

Tyres screeched as he sped,
"take it slow honey"she requested,
when, an unexpected brightness grew larger,
until black, and then, everything grew calmer.

With excruciating pain he awakened,
looking around called, "Lauren!"
the teary faces dropped and nodded,
"We're sorry" , they whispered..

Suddenly lifted by a whiff of heat,
all he could hear was his own heart beat.
limped out, made a futile attempt to find his dear,
and crashed with thoughts of future fear.

Shutting the door behind him,
reminiscing love, life, past with grim,
clouds of  "what if" floating his self ,
whole world reduced into a tiny elf.

Moving on is most important at present,
Realizing a  reason, he may not accept,
 he still breathes, for that very reason,
And, taking care of himself will never be treason.


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The Deadly, Fatal Kiss Of The Spider Woman

After she drank his bitter wine of selfish, pathetic love
She slyly sang him her haunted chant 
"The laughs on you", she crooned in her soft malicious tune

At times, she could act with chicane
She had many charms when treated well...
Deadly ones - when not
Oh yes...
She herself may at times have sinned
But he-had the stain of evil, paltry love

Now...Inside her gossamer labyrinth she lay
Carefully, diligently spinning her web
Revealing nothing-and everything
She'd weave her silky snare inside his heart
Laying her toxic eggs of betrayed despair
Spinning her poisonus venom of painful truth

Oh yes...
Her bite is deadly now
She could have been his 'Velvet Rose'
But, he crushed her petals rare
Ending her silken dreams
With his evil malicious schemes
Her spider's web became untethered
Attaching itself by a single thread
To his shoddy veil of evil, selfish love
    Now...She is the hunter
    And...He is the hunted
In the coming eve... 
She'd deliver her poisonous, lethal sting
He'd be noones's lover now
Her threads would cut his miserable flesh
Her deadly venom would seal his fate
Remaining nothing more
Than an ancient, slithering shadow
All along the castle walls

For some time a deadly secret she doth keep
"Revenge”, she whispers, while he sleeps
 
She was once his only lady
With ivory skin and beauty fair
She fed him nectar from her raven hair
His betrayal seared her hemorrhaged heart
She'd warned him with many words and fiery stares

"Thou shalt not indulge in wicked fare
Be ever so watchful, do not betray
Beware, where thou heart doth leave
Take heed" said she, "Just who thy seed deceives".

In her chamber dark at night, this maiden fair
Planned his demise with scourged nectar, bitter sweet
Stirring her venomous, poisonous treat
Or would dagger to his heart she’d plant
Bid him die a dark and painful lingering death
Upon his sleeping body that she'd leave 
As she crept silently into his chamber - 
These words she bitterly but victoriously said...

"Thou shalt betray no more. 
Thou has sinned against me...
Taken my love in shame
"Betray no more", she said".
     But now
Thou is thankfully, forever DEAD!"

Her silken threads had cut his miserable flesh
Her deadly venom had sealed his fate
    Now...he remained nothing more
Than an ancient, slithering shadow...
All along her castle walls

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The Son of Love's Union

The Son of Love’s Union Two hearts swelled to twice their size the day that you were born As we counted, very gently, ten fingers and ten toes then your daddy sweetly touched your little turned up nose Two hearts fell in love with our new squirming bundle of joy Wrinkled pink skin did not deter our feelings within As tiny hands grasping our fingers gave our world a spin Two hearts, joined in love, now have two children between As father, mother, sister and brother round out the score Only death could break the bond with these children we adore
By: Debra Squyres for the “Gerber Baby” members contest. Note: This poem was written from a photo of my husband and I after our son was born. I’m in the hospital bed holding him; his blanket is unwrapped so we can see all of him. I remember us counting his tiny fingers and toes and my husband being so choked up with love and pride, he reached down and simply touched his little nose. This was our first son, second child. Sadly, death did break the physical bond, but not the bond of love of Son for father. Deeply cherished photo.


Details | Blank verse | |

The loss of you

What am I feeling today?

I feel like a cracked vessel

Leaking out all my sorrow

I so miss you my love


I ponder on the days you were near

Even in the next room

Just knowing your closeness

Held my world together


Even though

Often you just lay there sleeping

Wasting away

My heart rested in the knowledge

I could touch you

Care for you

Have you need me


I knew also

deep deep down

Hidden from view

That maybe

I would soon lose you


But it was a far away dark hill

That I chose not to see

I chose only to see the sunny days

And not the sorrows of

Lonely nights and gray days

Because our love was immortal


Yes your love lives on in me

But how hard it is

Not to be able to reach out

To clasp your strong hands

To wrap my fingers in yours

To entwine myself like a vine

Around your tender heart


To share our words

To receive the look

That flowed with love from your eyes

For me

I was filled like a cup that overflows


I cherish these memories

We shared so much

In all our years together

Raising families

Through the joys and pains

We often shared

In our growing together
But what love it forged in us To endure- to overcome To face the challenges as one We were steadfast But now like a tree turns Into a fence post A plank into a house Or ultimately Into a cross I come now and lay my burdens down At the cross- ever so grateful Because you shall rise in newness of life In the twinkling of an eye We, together, will rise Mortality Will be caught up into Immortality Because of Love- Such a great Love- Love that overcame death for you and I Copyright- Brenda V Northeast 29th March 2011


Details | Rhyme | |

''Death Has A Plan''

~The fade of your flesh.
~To never again caress.
~I mourn our intangible fate.
~Curse this inimical wait.
~Gasp,comes a glimpse of heavens' door.
~Entangled fingertips,they touch nevermore.
~Provocation brought truth to the whispering raven.
~Sending only a sign of your unforeseen haven.



~contest poem for ''LIFE,DEATH,AND BEYOND~
WRITTEN BY Kacey Greenlee
kaceymike29
sponsor~''Linda-Marie the sweetheart of P.S.~


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A Path Un Traveled ( Part 3 )

Must I , FOREVER, swim amongst the “ DEATH “  in the River , Where  “ FOREVER “ is Just a 
DREAM
The AGONY is beyond what my minute “ HEART “  can accept , The Torment “SHINES“ in a 
Moonbeam
“DO not“  Watch this Moonbeam streaking across the Sky : Collecting Pieces of “Forever’s” 
Broken Heart
“Quilting - the Perfect “ LOVING HEART “ “Feeding it to the Devil Who savagely Rips and 
Tears it Apart

Author’s Note : Are YOU Bored : Yet!  I hope not as there could be 3 or 4 more parts to this  
SHOULD I  ?


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Valentine's Day

A Valentine's Day dedication for those who have lost a loved one.



I know you're watching from far away.
So I'll find the strength to kneel and pray,
and send you our love this Valentine's Day.
God gives me the power to understand,
that we can no longer hold your hand.
The sands of time pass graciously,
until we meet for eternity.
My unconditional emotion has no end.
Like the flowers in the spring and your spirit in the wind.
My hands are empty without you to hold.
My soul cries out alone in the cold.
My tears still fall and I wipe them away.
God gave me the strength to kneel and pray,
and send you our love this Valentine's Day.


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American Heart

America resides within the heart of all Who believe in freedom, choice, voice and opportunity Deny, not, the display of pride within yourself Or else you’d deny pride in this land of the free America, more than land, it’s home to you and me Some dare tread, take arms against and try to squash All that America ever stood for, which is evident to all They fear the freedom, strength and all that’s offered As they know, against us, they would never stand tall And for all their attempts, America makes them fall This 9-11, let us not focus on terrorist actions But, on those Americans lost, that still live in our hearts Remember and honor them by living the American dream Exhibiting the ideals and always doing our part Showing all, America has muscle but lives through its heart


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The Death of Laci Rocha-Peterson

It's been almost ten years to December 2002 since Laci Rocha-Peterson and her unborn son were killed by her loser husband, Scott Peterson. This case has haunted the lives of all of the citizens of a California town called Modesto; just outside of San Francisco. It seems that Laci's life was ended permanently too soon, especially when she had planned on giving birth to Scott's first born son, Connor. Both of her parents (her mom and step-dad) were angry, her brother was also angry and dismayed, the people were shocked and disgusted, and so on. Scott Peterson was afraid to be a father, that he never wanted to spend the rest of his so-called "life" with his late wife, and, on top of all that, Mr. Peterson was also afraid that his late wife, Laci, would find about his love affair with another woman named Amber Frey, so he killed her as a cowardly act. Laci Rocha-Peterson and her first born son really didn't deserve to die by the hands of her own husband, their own flesh and blood. She and her son had a whole life ahead of them, especially when her son, Connor, was about to begin the first day of school and stuff. But now that baby Connor and her mother are not on planet Earth and in heaven now, their family members, especially her parents and his grandparents, are still in a depressive mode. What kind of human being would want to dump his or her spouse in a body of water, let alone the San Francisco Bay? Who does that? The media, including the CBS Network, Nancy Grace, and the San Francisco Post were all over the Laci Peterson case, especially when everybody knew that Scott Peterson Selfishly killed his own wife and unborn son. What a coward he is and/or was. Scott may have had all of the ones he loved fooled, but when he walks into the death chamber and is executed by lethal injection, God will decide his punishment. And when He does, Scott Peterson will pay for what he did to his wife and own son, his own flesh and blood. The spirits of Laci Rocha-Peterson and her son will live on in their relatives' lives and through the hearts of the ones who knew her. May she and her son rest in peace.


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Your time has come

You have gone down,
With the setting sun,
The shadow of you,
No longer hovers around,
Never to hear the beat of your feet,
Our touch of palms,
Can no longer meet,
No longer we hear,
The whisper of your voice,
God's cherished choice you are,
Your hour is here,
Your time has come,
This earth you once traversed,
Your seeds of love dutifully dispersed,
A peaceful pathway,
Leads to heaven's gate,
God has beckoned you,
There's no longer a wait.


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tanka in the still night contest

in the still of night when the room is very cold only sound your breaths the thought enters my silence how strange it would be alone
Sponsor: Black Eyed Susan Contest: Tanka


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I will

I will kill you with my words
I will articulate it in such a way
That you can not run and you will know
With hints like little saint 

I will make it so you never forget
It will be a wound that you can never heal or close
It will be permeated onto your soul
And it will never let go

It will be deep inside of you 
It will be a poison within your womb
And when you make love it will infect your husband too
Bearing children you will no longer be able to do

The pain you ignited and gave to me 
I will now send back and destroy you
I want to hear you scream
I want your family to suffer

You said if I love 
I should let you go
Well that action created 
a very hateful soul

many do not speak from the demon within themselves 
many do not conjure up the kind of death I can dispel
I will laugh as you cry as the fear of death is near by
And watch as I burn you and your husband alive

I will make it so you never forget
The day you choose this bastered is the day you sold your soul
For he is a drone without a smile 
You said I frightened you back then well I will give you a reason to fear me now

I make you this promise I will haunt you forever
You will come to know by marking me you have sacrificed the tree
I will not be satisfied until I have ripped your heart from your chest
And I can see you take your last dieing breath 

 
(this is possibly that darkest thing I have ever wrote)


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The Widower

What is there too say now?
What is there to do this evening?
Nothing for I am without you,
I remember you, when my eyes first looked upon your brow and beautious eyes,
Your luxurious features and a heart of gold and platnium,
I am lost in a garden of cluelessness, and lost and forgotten.

My heart aches and shivers in the lone days of the mid December evenings,
You are gone and lost without a single trace,
But soon I had lost you for good and could never find you again,
I buried you in the gardens of the dead,
and the tears from my broken heart showered your grave.

Oh now I wish you were here,
To listen to my heart,
For it is out of tune and the orchestra is playing a slow melody,
and the chimes ring me to the dinner table,
To eat alone the lonely supper for the mourning of my woman.

So I eat alone tonight,
The house is quiet and empty,
The butlers and maids have gone home,
Nothing but lone, empty halls,
Once filled with love and music,
keep me company.

The slow music plays in my study,
I sit in my red chair,
I cry and cry again,
I read a book of poetry and think of you,
Not a life worth living without you.


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Snug

I saw my wife tonight
She was on my brother
with the words...no... letters...
abbreviation of some college
plastered on him
she kept him warm
like she did with me
hugging the curves of his
body
he held her closely
appreciative
her softness unspeakable
caressing him
He smiles 
looking at me 
breathing her into him
as I did her
"Thanks bro..."
I smiled back
Admiring her on him
"No problem...it's cold out"


Author's Note...inspired by a scene in a movie


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Ninth Fable

 Ninth Fable 
Ninth Fable 
 
Tragic Love 
 
Internet Love 
 
The Love eye have for ewe is just the same as iff we wed. 
The feelings that she gives me are never filled with dread. 
But nothing she can dew would make me ever want to wind up dead but the 
living do the love they do the life time instead. Eye could walk the halls of memory 
and get depressed or eye could become a nun in convicted pleasure and rest in 
convent until death can dew us part death can give me rest but what of love. How 
can a man get so excited at a little green dot a few mouse clicks and then a cold 
white chat box. The ink is never wet upon mye crinkle paper yet there it is its love. 
When she smiles at me eye smile when she frowns eye weep a river of the 
stuffins kept inside it all comes flowing out to make a wrongful death seem 
somehow write the words upon the mended heart depart from worry and from 
woe and take the brand new start and soon it all works for love. Snow White she 
ate the apple and then fell to fast asleep but Charlax came to kiss her and 
awakened her to live. Prince Charlax kisses good. 
Live upon the creek bank fishing for dragonflies in a house of love. Mending heart 
of Charming. Making love in heart. Mye snow white turtle love my pookie 
pochoucntous love my internet thrall. We can have it all just hold on to my 
namme and love. 
Researchers have now proven that love can mend a broken heart. 



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Dream Catcher

When the light of the sun begins to fall Echoes of thoughts begin to ball Drifting into a sleepless state Possibilities grow, at a relentless rate I open my mind, in a wonderland of no validity Emphasized by a walk, through a mirror of fluidity Children's laughter in a sadistic tone This dream is a nightmare, far from home The path I am walking........leads to a house Beyond the door, I wish for my friend, my lover and spouse As the door creaks open a figure is revealed I brace myself, my numbness is my shield A wrinkled hand reaches out from the black It grabs my wrist, leaving no time to fight back As I'm dragged into the darkness, the figure becomes clear The face of my victim, my deepest fear


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AND THEN I REMEMBER

I wake up in the middle of the night, and reach out to touch you but you are not 
there
 And then I remember, 
The pain returns as quickly as an express train racing out of a tunnel
A quite cry escapes my lips a silent tear my eyes
 I will sleep no more tonight
In the morning I stumble out of bed, not thinking I call your name
And then I remember
I go to the bathroom, no more the clean order of a woman’s touch
But instead the chaotic disorder of the single man
And then I remember 
At breakfast I automatically set two cups, milk in both, sweetener in one
And then I remember
For you it’s just another day but for me it’s as if I am trapped in a time warp 
I eat my breakfast as if in a trance 
And I taste nothing, 
I drink my tea and stare out of the window
But I see nothing
 Except in the deepest corners of my mind
You are still hear with me 
I can see your face and I can smell you perfume
Your laughter fills my heart with joy
 And once again I look into your beautiful brown eyes
And I see again the great love and a deep passion in your soul
I reach out my hand to touch your cheek
My fingers brush your dark silken hair 
You speak my name
Suddenly I feel your soft touch on my arm 
And suddenly I am back and you are gone, 
And then I remember  
    I must pull myself together
 I must try to go on
They say time heels, they say the pain will subside
They say stop thinking of yourself
Think of your child
Words are cheap when you don’t have to pay 
And then I remember
She looks deep into my eyes, and I see her mother’s love
 I see her mother’s passion for life
I reach out and touch her dark silken hair;
 And then she speaks my name,
And then I remember 
Please god let me forget, just for a moment
Just for a while
Just let my child once again see me smile
 


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The - Rubaiyat of Lenore

In a distant time  of memories, swimming in a deep blue sea
Floating with the clouds above , disguised as azure tapestry
Forest eyes, gleaming in the evergreens, soothes the leaf of oak
Gone; not Forgotten, my heart Forever yearning : entwines with she

To live the life of Heaven, You hug the Trinity : Forever You Live
Waiting for the eons of Eternity when I gather all the Love you have to give
Forest eyes, gleaming in the evergreens, whispered words unspoken
Seeing the Light, Feeling the Glory : yet Love’s blood; drips through a sieve 

One drop at a time , Cleansing the Soul ; reunite  the true Hearts of LOVE
Together again for a moment in the serenity of time which flies as a pure white Dove
The Sunset smell of YOUR Auburn hair, the Chinese silk of YOUR skin
Embedded  in the bands of a Watch called : ‘ Eternity “ Never ending LOVE

Author's note : I Wonder :  70 More!!  YOU Decide ~~ YOUR Liege...HG


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Hunting the zero man

A spoilt photo,a wasted life,
failure as a father,the experiment didn't come off.
So great was my abhorrence at the sight of humanity
that i decided to give her the go-by.
Ladies and gentlemen i introduce you,
the disintegration of my personality.
Brand me with a red-hot iron,iam the killer,
Lynch me ,who will struck the first blow?
Be stunned because iam the zero man.
Fully aware of the danger,iam the cracker man
so don't be soppy.
Sentimentalism is the reason of stupidity
and the end justifies the means.
Nothing ever put me out,no shiver all over my body.
Zero.
I will save my skin once again,believe it or not
and i will do this with fussiness,take it or leave it.

A clenched-fist salute to the dead child in front of my car.

I killed again giving birth to nothing.


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Fresh Paint

The smell of fresh paint lingers
in my nose, in the air.
Crisp sheets lay smooth,
untouched with 
hospital corners.
I dreamed of holding you
in our bed.
A king size bed is too big for one.
Wedding gifts are strewn across
our dining room table.
I dreamed of eating together there
as man and wife,
candlelit dinners,
and meals with laughing children...
dreams that will never come true.
A family room quietly sits alone
without a family.
A yard waits outside for a garden
that will never be planted.
Nothing is as it seems.
Only my flowing tears are real tonight.
A new home, a new marriage...
but my other half is only here
in spirit.
Only one returned from 
our honeymoon...
I wish it was me who died that dark night.
The doctors said nothing could be done...
A silent killer stole you from sleep and from me
while I slept next to you...
nothing could be done,
a beginning and an end.
Life changes in a moment.
Now, our dream home is for sale.
The dream is gone.
I cannot bring myself to sleep in our bed,
so I make up the couch tonight...again.
My heart calls out for you.
My arms reach out for you.
I taste your lips on mine.
I smell you, see you, hear your voice
whispering my name.
Your touch lingers with 
the smell of fresh paint.



By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, June 29, 2012

*a work of fiction for If I Had a Broken Heart Contest



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Grief Enough to go Around

Just like you to make a last minute date,
leaving me a quickly scribbled note,
before tossing aside that broken campaign pencil from last year's election--
I remember you snapping it apart 
when you found out your man lost.
I laughed at you peering through your old bifocal glasses,
frame twisted awkwardly, 
making you look somewhat frog-eyed.

"Let's see that production you mentioned.
Meet you at 7:30, the Lyric; dinner afterward."
I did an "Oh, goodie!" and left for work.

You never arrived; cell phone going straight to voicemail. 
I stared at the playbill, September 8, 2001,
gave up and drove home, worried . . .

The police found me here,
telling me the details in their flat, official way;
three days later, your funeral . . .
a whole world grieves with me 
for today American changed,
today, everything changed .  . .

October 3, 2014
For Chopped contest
Sponsor, Craig Cornish


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White Saree

       White Saree

You my friend! In White(1) Saree(2) and grim faced
Your dresses were, as always, colorful and laced
What happened to that enchanting, infectious smile?
Where is that enthusiasm, your charming style?

Death is a reality and everyone must die
The living ones mustn’t be left for agony to fry
Humans are not candles that burn through the night
Tell me why widowers are not made to wear White

Why should only women this branding endure
They are also human with a heart and soul for sure
Change this White Saree and in the garbage throw
This is how a system that is archaic must go

          Come to me, my love, let me tell you what is life
Your being mustn’t be embodiment of agony and strife
Give up this white coffin and wear red, scarlet and pink
The fountain of life is gushing out; it is for you to drink

Let us, like our olden days, in horizon of thoughts fly 
Life’s rainbows await you; so do colors of butterfly
Shed your gloom and let the roses of your cheeks blossom
Walk along the valley of life hand in hand with a handsom
                                   ------
(1) In Hindu religion the widowed women are forced to wear only white cotton clothes
(2) Traditional dress of Indian & Bangladeshi women and also some other far eastern countries


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Revenge

I feel his warmness on my arm
A thick liquid flowing 
My hand quenched with rage
Death permeates the air
My blouse stained in red
Too silent to be real
I slowly open my eyes
You will never hurt me again
Flashing lights of blue and red
Come to take me away
And all I can say…
He will never hurt me again
He will never hurt me again
He will never hurt me again…


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Abyss

When I needed you the most - you disappeared.......crawling into the vast belly of this dark, cruel, prosperous world.....leaving me alone to face the darkness and despair, forcing me to find my own light, while you wallowed in your own defeat and misery. But yet I survived, and thrived and surmised it was coming. You will always be a coward who walks the path of convenience and suffers silently for choices you regret. Forever regret, serving yourself a vicious serving of self-loathing daily. One day the darkness will succumb to the light, and the beams will shine upon your old, weak and weary face – but I won’t be there to share the warmth, nor will I celebrate the birth, I will remain distant and far………forever remembering your abandonment…..and forever will I not look your way; this stranger who now surfaced from the darkness, only to find himself sinking back into his dark abyss of loneliness and lost dreams.


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Casualties Of War

It began as love stories do,
A whirlwind romance.
Then courtship led the couple to
A tender wedding dance.

They thought it would last forever,
The love they felt back then,
But once the magic disappeared,
It would not come again.

This put the couple in a state
Of profound confusion,
The loss of such a special thing,
Left them disillusioned.

It wasn’t meant to be like this,
How could love fade away?
Both thought they did the best they could,
And never lost their way.

It had to be the other’s fault;
This left the two dismayed.
Love might have stood the test of time,
Had it not been betrayed.

The love that once dwelled in their hearts,
Was now replaced by scorn.
And in the wake of their reproach,
Their family was torn.

Everything became a weapon,
The house, the kids, the cars.
And so consumed by their own pain,
They could not see the scars.

Their daughter lost her trust in them,
A casualty of war,
A child should never have to choose,
Which parent they love more.

She found solace in the darkness,
For life brought her no peace.
She felt death was the only way,
That she would find release.

And so, one night, in deep despair,
Their daughter took her life.
She filled the bath, then slit her wrists,
With Daddy’s hunting knife.

The couple could not face the truth,
It was the other’s fault.
Then picking up where they left off,
Continued their assault.

Refusing to accept their role,
In causing so much strife,
They let their pride destroy their world,
Which cost their daughter’s life.

The future is a bitter pill,
For the battles still roar.
The ruined lives left in their wake,
Are casualties of war.


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Destined Day

The flowers
the flowers
are crying, you see,
as they cling to the wood
that encompasses me
and the heart that still loves
the now widow above
who will hopefully never forget

that

the husband
the husband
all covered in fleurs
who now sleeps in the earth
is still grateful to her
and the heart that still pines
for the lover enshrined
who has never once thought to regret

all

the moments
the moments
that love had endowed
and 
the kisses
the kisses
that came with the vow
to
his lover
his lover
who will not allow

her memories--
to wither away,
unlike the fleurs
on destined day.


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The End of the Beginning

And with his final good-bye to his love, so long after her death. 
He then reached into his worn, ragged pocket and with his dirty and soiled hands he 
pulled out his wallet. 
A possession he no longer had the need for in this unruly and dead world. 
He slowly and gently opened it and within it lay the only possession it carried inside. 
A picture of her loving face. 
A reminder of what once was. 
He leaned far over the edge of the looming, empty causeway and looked down in the 
dark nothingness that lay below him. 
He once again longingly looked at the picture of the woman he had once loved and 
slowly his grasp on the wallet loosened and finally the wallet fell to the bottom of what 
was nothing. 
As it fell he slowly felt himself breaking free from the bond that once was there but had 
died long ago.  
And lastly he reached to his hand where a dimmed gold ring sat upon his withered 
finger. 
He gently twisted it off, and in a movement that felt as if he were dipping his hand in 
molasses, he laid the ring tenderly upon the edge of the causeway. 
With resentment and regret he pushed the ring off the edge, trying to forever banish 
her from his mind. 
The he looked upon the darkened ashy sky, and with such weight upon his soul and 
heart he turned towards the long road ahead of him and walked on into the 
nothingness that was to be his life.


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heard

 Sounds to me I'm deaf
Cant hear the murmur any more

 A thousand sounds a day I know
Only I can not hear it if they show

 The gaining of quiet stance
Bitter sweet the silence

 I could just not hear you anymore
I understand you sounds to my core

 Found myself straining to listen
Only to hear a blank shot angrily hasten

 When we come to sound out loud 
This is when I can face this crowd 

 Till then---

Sounds to me I'm deaf
Cant hear the murmur any more




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The Night She Died

Murder was in his gaze,
As he seized her and slapped her face.
She knew then, she had to fight,
And that was the moment - she died.

He tore her clothes and scratched her arms,
but there was nobody to raise an alarm,
She tried to hold him back but he just pushed her aside,
And the second time that night - she died.

She did not even raise her voice,
But that animal, he left her no choice,
It killed her to do so, but she defied,
And a thousand times that night - she died.

When she begged him to kill her and he roared,
She couldn't hold it together anymore,
Her soul withered, she broke down and cried,
Coz that night along with her husband - she too died!!!


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Gone But Not Forgotten


well
today
your birthday
reminded me
one more year had passed
without you here
i love you
always
will



3/26/2012
for Joann's contest: Ninette
free verse


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Joy Is By Far The Way To Be Good

Journey across
Oblivion's gate
Your soul is what lies in wait.

If you accept my challenge you must
Succeed in traveling through Oblivion completely.

But if you fail it is
Your wife's soul I will take.

Far past the entrance to the
Afterlife must you go.
Rely on nothing-trust no one. All here is meant to keep you here.

The halfway point has come and gone. From
Here on out your journey gets
Easier.

Wind your way past this last obstacle
And
You'll have reached the end.

To journey your way through
Oblivion complete has not yet been done...

Bring yourself to me, clever man, and
Everything I have done with be undone.

Goodbye, Traveler. May your journey through
Oblivion have strengthened your soul, and taught you what most men
Often cannot learn.
Death did not touch you here, and you leave here with my blessing.


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Heaven Is Where We Shall Be

Our love is true.
Our lives are through.
Now I am with you.
Now I can hold you.

My love for you
Had always knew
Here is where we’ll be anew.

Our love was true.
Our lives are through.	
Now you are with me,
Now you are all I see.

Your love for me
Filled me with glee.
Paradise our home to be.

Our love so true,
Our lives continue on through.
Now I embrace you,
Now I am filled with grace.

His love for you and I
Has given us wings to fly
Through His Kingdom’s sky.

Our love is true.
Our lives are through.
Now we thrive in eternal sleep,
Now we’re alive, Heaven ours to keep.


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The Last Candle

The Last Candle

“Hamish!, Hamish!”
“Yes, my dear?”
“I am close to death I fear”
As he held her hand,
Her pleas and her pain
Were clear to understand

“Hamish!, Hamish!”
“Yes, dearest love?”
“Will I be received up above?”
As she held her cross,
Her prayers and her doubts
Were profit and loss.

“Hamish!, Hamish!”
“Yes, my flower?”
“Is my life within your power?”
As he held his stethoscope,
He bowed his head in defeat
As there was no hope.

“Hamish!, Hamish!”
“Yes, my light?”
“What is that candle in this deep deep night?”
As her hand relaxed in his
He kissed her cheek
And closed her lids
With slightly trembling fingertips.


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A Zombie Heart

The heart, between love and dark driven apart.

From the very first to the very last,
to the future and from the past.

From the begining of the end,
to wars waged out of love instead of sin.

My heart wicked and bitter filled with hate,
people said i could never love, but i love me, i throw into the debate.
No remorse, no sorrow for the wicked, for humans i believed it was too late.

I believed all people deserved what they sowed into the world, and they sowed death.
I thought about how beautiful it would be till the world burned into ash, and nothing was left.
In my eyes this world was done and over, it was already F'd.

But that was then, when my heart was filled with sin. And this is now.
I often wonder what happened, to my brutal state. My twisted mind gone, but how?
Once I stood before people, robes of blood and death. Worshipped, to me they bow.

I guess, even I, should remain honest. The Dead King's heart burst into life.
I fell in love, not the kind where it feels like a gut wrenching twisting knife.
But the kind, where to her, I want to be kind. And make her my dark queened wife.
For her, I would make her life easy, she would never know any strife.

The first look at her, when we fought, how she smiled covered in blood and clots.
I knew than, i was in love, my heart racing. My head thumping covered in knots.
How we turned to and away from each other in our onsloughts.
The more we hated and pulled away the closer we grew, like slip knots.

I knew my heart than grew soft and my feelings for you grew tender.
If you woulden't have stopped I would of let you win, and let you end me, even as a dismember.
I would of checked out for my final point, with you as my sender.
My feelings were spinning, like gore and guts in a blender.

I know, that no matter what. My feelings for you, were not a hit and miss.
I know, that with our love. We can experence joy and even gliss.
Our love started, from me a growl and you a hiss.
And with our dieing breath it will end in a kiss.


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Remains and Residue of Love

56 years. 

Now he lives on the 8th floor, 
she lives on the sixth. 

2 floors, 
two buttons, 
and 20 feet away. 


He travels 
by cane. 

Relieved 
they don't make those things 
out of saw-dust, 
she lives 

2 buttons, 
two floors, 
and 20 feet away. 


Too much momentum 
to spin her attempts, 
he waits for her guide downstairs.

Paces in front of the window each day, 
and when she makes her move, 
he hurries down 
-well, he tries- 
so she won’t assemble outside, 
unaccompanied. 

Always wondered what they talked about, 
perhaps the loss of their only daughter 
thirty years ago. 

perhaps not.

That other day 
she sat alone, 
and I thought 

... he may have just had taken a nap... 
and as she rested there waiting, 

she joined him, 
in the only way she could.



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Writer's Paranoia- 3

I wipe the sweat from my brow
waiting
   hoping
      praying.
I made my submission four weeks passed,
it took even longer to write my piece, 
3 months to be exact.
As I stare at the blank screen,
the paranoia sets in and I think to myself
The publishing company will know it was me,
they will know the acts created were of my own.
I did not mean to murder her, my wife.
It was her laziness that finally set me off.
I just asked her to iron my shirt, 
she couldn't even do that right.
At first I thought that the iron had slipped,
it was then that I realized, as the moments passed,
that my hand was wrapped around the iron,
gripped tight.
From then on, after this sudden realization,
I figured it wasn't so bad after all,
at least I had something to write about for my next piece.
So now I sit, here, staring at the blank screen
as the paranoia sets in.

-Caroline Youngless


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CORN EMERGES

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                                                    Crow sentinel watch
                                      Caw, caw, remove beak fly____boom
                                                 Tail feathers float down


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617 Squadron " The Flight Home "

Brave men brought together
To fly the bombers
To hamper the power
 
Enlistment their will 
To serve the free
All humble men 
As history will see
 
Hearts shaking
On this white knuckle ride
Hero's them all
Side by side
 
Outbound flights
Planes lost
Their families and friends
Count the cost
 
Target reached
Heavy flak
How many of them
Will make it back
 
They turn for home
Chased by the Hun
Machine guns ripping
Flesh so young
 
Wounded they slump
Bullet ridden
Bloodied bodies
Sodden
 
The coast of England up ahead
Welcomes the live
And will remember the dead
 
Distant engines
The airfield hears
Crippled planes
Grow near and near
 
Families gather as they fly over
Did their loved ones
Pass the cliffs of Dover
 
Ambulance, tenders
Race to the scene
Pieces of man
Their life no longer a dream
 
Carried in care 
Blanketed shroud
Dads and sons
Did their country proud
 
The airmen who walked out
Turned and looked to the sky
This mission by men
As they wonder why
 
Pain and suffering 
For the right to be free
As the future has thanked
As we look back and see.
 
 
Dedicated to all who served, to allow us to write and read.
We can fire our words, but they will never make us bleed.


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php


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elected

home land my claims my status false statements, interests of those of secondary gaines, to voice and ask inquires led to more flaggs of red what is to hide shcemes and lies slander is to cover white colar crimes, above the laws and rules, done best at....


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Lost Where They do not Belong <> End Line Poem

Parents and spouses to their photo's they look,  Another
           hero was killed fighting for our freedom.   Lost  
                       so far from his home and family,   Today
       we continue to send our sons and daughters,   But
                                there will come a day when,   They
                                      will live as free as we do.   Will
                         we ever learn from these theatres,    Never
                       again should we out live our children.    Be
  cause' another was lost today, but they will never be,    Forgotten



" I hope i have done this form devised by Dane Ann and HG proud "




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-6.php


Details | Narrative | |

Widow's First Christmas

Turkey's done
dressin'  turned out  fine
gotta stop thinkin'
gonna loose my mind.

     Presents neath the tree
     that boy is one big smile.
     Ain't gonna start cryin
     hold on for awhile.

          God I miss you honey
          each and every day.
          Christimas time don't make no sense
          since you gone to stay.

               Sure miss you carvin'    
               that laughter filled with glee.
               Can't get no Christmas spirit
               when you ain't with me.

May the Lord bless you
keep you safe and sound
We just havin' Christmas
done here on the ground.
   
     Happy Birthday Jesus
     take care o' my ol' man
     and we'll be doin'  your party
     just the best we can.

          Merry Christmas darlin'
          where ever you may be ....
           "Whatcha got there boy?
            A present for me ......  "


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Whispers in the night - lyrics to Life story by Peter White

Whispers in the night, longing for your ears
To drown every fear
But the sorrow sleeps with me tonight. 

Whispers in the night, saying a bitter prayer,
Gone the summer cheer,
Only cold snow fills me deep inside. 

Remembering the fun-filled laughter, the dreams we shared;
Together we made it: built that home of kids and bricks. 

Remembering the hurtful wards, the chemo and meds, 
That instant you were mine, then reality killed me: us was history. 

Whispers in the night, saying our favorite prayers
Seeing you everywhere
Your smell still lives painfully in this house

Whispers in the night: "Oh why not a few more years?"
There is still so much to share!
Nobody to hug and care for life!

Remembering the fun-filled laughter, the dreams we shared
Together we made it: built that home of kids and bricks. 

Remembering the hurtful wards, the chemo and meds, 
That instant you were mine, then reality killed me: us was history. 


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Josette, Drive the Faerie out of me

She's Lost--I'm the one left to blame Forsaken by my potent manipulating game I've killed the one, My starcrossed heart Desires ...But not By My hands I Try To Follow her ghost But the fog and mist are too strong My eyes are rendered useless "You're Never going to Find Josette" The netherworld Spirits sang I Won't lose Heart I Will Win this Fight For My Sacred Josette's Right to Life This is what happens when The Devil's Adovocate Falls for Jesus's Greatest Bride This is what happens When The life of the disease Loves the cure it desperately hates Drives you mad But Wasn't I already? Josette, I'm begging you To Drive the Faerie out of Me


Details | Couplet | |

New Beginning

Introduction: It’s a piece dedicated to the lullaby of a different kind. It’s something which has happened to many out there, but the experience is distinctively significant…


A priceless surprise, silenced all in its tune By a soft heavenly cry, from the delivery room Only a few hours was the night; so young Where for the first time, she opened her eyes, While by her side her dearly loved one For the last time, closed her teary eyes Father held her near and resounded to her cry; But all mother could share was, this lullaby – The long last beep from the ECG Echoed her heartbeat…The last goodbye Happiness and sadness broke through the night With streams of tears for mother’s plight; She never had the chance to hold her close But left precious prayers that never left her side As she came down to their hearts Her soul flew up high apart, The transfer of two lives through one, Their journey was complete and done Caught within that reverie He conveyed the Azaan through her ears, In the wake of such irony He fell down to prostrate in tears When all hopes seemed to end, father’s prayer did transcend O’ Almighty became her closest friend and had for her a Grande plan, Under HIS mercy and HIS guide, she flourished through the darkest nights To a new beginning – she set off to write.


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Our Last Embrace -Off To Heavens Gate

                                                             *¸.•'´¯)


You, my beloved wanting to deny the inevitable
Your body wearing down- thin, haggard and pale
Your face looking weary- lined with battle scars of living life
Each of us waiting to exhale
Tired of running in place
I knew in my soul you were losing the game, forfeiting the fight
You, weary of hustling the race
That dreaded  ‘C’  word lying on lips
afraid to be spoken- dreading to be heard 
Hiding fears with well worn smiles
Feeling scared...feeling unprepared
Struggling to walk those last few miles
Forced into losing you by something unseen…
Both of us riding the storm on wild stallions
to battle something so obscene
A ticking time bomb took up residence in your gut
An eviction notice was sent...
to this uninvited occupant

Then you were gone...
Me standing there looking down at your face
as you lie in your peaceful resting place
lined with satin, laced with tears
I have loved you for so many years
Missing your warm embrace 
Missing seeing your face
Anger, fear, tears - all packed inside
my love for you will always abide
There you go my love…
Blissfully off to Heaven’s gate...
where I'll meet you - waiting lovingly there for me

                                                                 *¸.•'´¯)


by anne p murray


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Harsh Wind

Her lost dreams resurface in the ripples of the creek.
Her eyes burn in flame-dance to rhythm of the drumbeat.

Mirrored on the water's face, buffalo graze on open plain.
Braves panther-stalk near, bows drawn with deadly aim.

Love clouded her vision, heartbeat obscured her sense.
Tall strength and laughing eyes weakened her defense.

Her man lies underground, buried the white man's way.
Yet in this foreign world, she's enchained to stay.

Regret burns a ragged scar, sorrow carries on the wind.
She craves arms to hold her or the comfort of a friend.

She honors the Great Spirit for her one strong son;
but with seven younger, her trek's hardly begun.

Her son echoes his father, Irish and Red Blood mixed;
may his iron pride avert the arrows his life inflicts.

But this brew is bitter; she sips its scalding flow
with an unnamed longing, and hunger for buffalo.


Details | I do not know? | |

loved one

a smile upon my face
warmth inside my heart
this is what I felt
when we began to start
in a different place
and at another time
a love for ever broken
now no longer mine
you begin to fade away
left presence I can’t see
but I can feel you here
still watching over me
your a whisper I can’t here
and a touch that I can’t feel
I’m talking to you now
I love you and always will


Details | I do not know? | |

For Emily

An afternoon stroll with a friend on a heated day,
Her hair perfectly swaying to her giggle bounce
Holding her tummy, simply stating
“I have a baby on the way”

Hugs, kisses, dreams and wishes
For this Mrs
The sun shining inside and out
So lucky she felt that day, she has a baby on the way

Baby’s daddy holds mommy’s hand
Says thank you honey, I love you so much
Our baby is lucky to have your heart 
And I’m so blessed to wear your band

A visit to the doctor turned perfect joy into shock
You have cancer he told her
You won’t live with this life in you
Sit soon with your husband and have a talk

Hugs, kisses, dreams and wishes
For this Mrs.
The sun shines brightly on this day
Cause she still has her baby on the way

Her husband crying uncontrollable tears
Loving her so
He could never ever let her go
He can’t choose
he doesn’t want to lose
His wife or his child

She knew for her this baby was a voice
A wish she made so long ago
A wish come true
And there was no one telling her what to do
It was ultimately her decision, her choice

Six years have passed, and Emily asks,
“Daddy, when will I see mommy?”,
Today my sweet angel,
Today

Hugs, kisses, dreams and wishes
For this Mrs
The sun still shining on this day
as Emily kneels to pray
For mommy

Mommy had made her choice
And daddy still hurts so bad, he misses her smile, her touch
But he holds Emily today
with Mommy's light warming them both
His deep indescribable love for Emily sustains him
On her birthdays

Hugs, kisses, dreams and wishes
For Emily
The sun still shining on this day
her hair perfectly swaying to her giggle bounce,
as she plays, 


Details | Senryu | |

That September Day in 2001

Two thousand seven Hundred and fifty victims Murdered, Rest in Peace My entry into Nathan's 9-11 contest http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/america.php


Details | Rhyme | |

Sudden Death

Mary O'Sullivan
Right after Mass
Stepped out of the church
And as she walked passed
Father McGee, couldn't help see
That Mary was shedding a tear

Approaching Mary
With the kindest of hearts
He wasn't quiet sure, 
Where, he should start
The silents was broke, when McGee finally spoke
"What, is the problem, My Dear"

"Father forgive me
But late last night
My husband died sudden,
Right there in my sight"
McGee stood in shock, and barely could talk
Until he could work past the fear

"I know it's hard
But please do your best
Where there any last words 
Or final request" 
"Yes, 'PUT DOWN THAT GUN', while starting to run
But I'm not sure I heard him that clear"



Details | I do not know? | |

My fragile heart that beats for you..

Who will hold me in their arms and tell me things will be alright 
who Will stroke my hair at night and whisper tender feelings twice
Who will know just what to say to help me make it through the day
Who will kiss me on my lips and feel me melt right into his
Who will touch me in that way that sends me floating to the stars
To never hold you in my arms or kiss your tender lips again 
I feel it’s hard to bear 
I want so much to hold you close I don't think I can cope
My heart was whole when I was with you, it fluttered like a bird in flight
It soared up high and through the night
My love I was amazed by you and everything you made me feel
To never have this love again sends panic to my head, 
I know I have to muddle through another desperate day
And all around are memories of times we shared and happy days
How can I forget all this and get myself through my day...
                
The answer is I won’t forget and really I don't want to,
But I will learn to hold these thoughts inside a special place,
I will have to try to learn to try to cope with life alone
To be strong, and stronger still, 
Until my heart can once again be brave enough to walk alone.
But for now I need to say my love my heart is broke in two
And you, you hold it in your hands to hold for ever more...
So when I’m feeling life’s too hard and my head’s all in a whirl
I’ll remember all the words youve said and dream your arms around me 
The arms that sheltered me from harm will forever hold me safe 
And time will heal my broken heart, but for now I feel it so,
Like searing heat that cuts in two my fragile heart that beats for you


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Loss Of A Husband

When I lost my husband
I lost myself completely
I Couldn't understand
That no longer would he greet me
I'm empty in my mind
Please someone help me find
A little peace and happiness
That I have left behind
My heart is badly broken
And I'm trying to understand
why god called for my husband
When we had a future planned
Why do i have to hurt so much
Why suffer all this pain
I know now that my husband's gone
I'll never be the same
I really need some answers
I really need to know
He can't just disappear
No He just can't go
Because I really love him
And i need him so
But yes he has left me
He has gone away
I've not been the same
Ever since that day
My heart feels hollow
My head feels sad
I never imagined 
I'd feel this bad
Please come back
I miss you so
I'm so confused 
Why you had to go
I've spoken that I'm broken
But no-one can hear
As I wipe away
Yet another tear
I wait all alone
Each day and each night
Waiting for someone
To make things alright
It's not going to happen
It's not meant to be
He only exists now
In my memory


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My baby My angel

A beautiful soul inside and out, taken before your time. Never getting to see the life that was ment to be. You were apart of me, my own flesh and blood. There is no greater love than the love we shared. A bond between a mother and her child, an unbreakable bond till the end of time. I would do anything to protect you, from any and all harm, but you fate was sealed from the time you were conceived. My angel, my saving grace, the apple of my eye. I only had you for a short time but i loved you so muc, but now your gone. You will alway's have my heart till the end of time.


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Rough Times

My husband left this life last year
Just two and a half months later
My sweet brother passed away
My best friend's husband also died

My son-in-law left my daughter
I lost my job without just cause
Two disks in my back folded
Two contractors ripped me off

My oldest brother went to jail
My sister was arrested, as well
My favorite brother was fired
From his job for working too much

I found a guy who told me lies
So I left him for another
Now, he's unable to say those things 
That I am really needing to hear

My step-grandaughter had to go
Home to live with her mother
My daughter has taken a driving job 
I will be alone for the first time ever

Now as this year winds to a close
These eighteen months that I've survived
Were harder than any other
That I have ever had to endure

Thought I couldn't make it
Thought I just might die
Felt so heartbroken 
I cried and cried

Looking back, I now can see
The strength it took to make it
Thank you Lord for being there
And for helping me to take it 



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Eulogy

I stood, shaking in front of you
As the songs were sung, the prayers said
And I called out to you, 
But you did not answer, because you were dead
 
 
I cried silently, watching, waiting
And as time ticked by
Every moment, I was hating
The fact that I never got to say goodbye
 
So I write to you, my love
As you watch me from above,
Everthing I never got to say to you:
 
I met you two years ago on the corner of Fremont Avenue
And even then I knew that I would fall for you.
 
You looked at me strangely when I voiced this aloud
And right then, I nearly cowed
 
But, I stood strong
And eventually, you came along.
 
You were my first everything
Which is why everyone was surprised when i bought the ring
But, i didn't need to date around,
Looking for something I had already found.
 
We made it two years together,
Cruising straight through the stormy weather
We survived every obstacle put in front of us
So easily, no fuss
 
But there was one we could not avoid,
One we thought to be, because of our ages, devoid.
But, death has no age limit, we now know
Wish we would've known earlier, though.
 
(Heart failure at twenty eight years old
Is not uncommon, I am now told.)
 
It saddens me to think of all the more years we could have had
All the ups and downs, good and bad.
I think of all the years you won't get to live
And you know that there is nothing I wouldn't give
So that you could have those years of life
I'd even give you up as my wife, 
If that's what it would take,
You have no idea of all the sacrifices I would make.
 
But, that's the thing about life and death: it doesn't work that way
You can be alive one day
And the next day gone.
And it all just seems so wrong.
 
I still have your ring.
Without it, I have nothing left.
Some people believe that love can endure anything
Except death
 
But that's not true,
at least not for me and you.
 
And even though it's time to say goodbye,
Just remember that my love for you will ALWAYS be able light the darkest sky.
 
Death can only strengthen love,
Not destroy it.
 
I love you, 
And I miss you dearly.
Signed sincerely,
 
Me.


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'Til Death

Joy sharing feelings of love honestly pleasing each other partners in life until death brings one Grief By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, March 20, 2012 For Ninette contest (Joann Grisetti) Second place


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Rosie's Rings

Each finger bears a story
Each ring a tale to tell
Rosie’s many lovers
Who won her heart and failed
Each man has left a token
Behind to give remind
One soul can love somebody
How many?
No one decides

Rosie wears her rings each day
For all the world to see
Spectators often marvel
Amazed at what they see
But little does each gawker know
The stories each ring can tell
But life for loving Rosie
Is a life that’s been through hell

Her body racked with pain
From battles often fought
Most men would beat her senseless
Claiming love is what they taught
In sorrow they would buy a ring
And place it on her finger 
Her clothes would hide the scars
That so often seems to linger

God bless the soul and Rosie’s rings
A hell of a price to pay
Each day she flaunts them proudly 
She’s proud of what they say
But came the day too soon too fast
When one will end her pain
No ring to fit her finger
For now she’s in her grave

Amazing what a band of gold
Can do to win one over
Rosie paid the ultimate price
No ring to fit her finger
A lesson can be learned my friend
Money buys no love
Just remember the life of Rose
And the rings around her fingers


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The saga of the dusty road

The Saga of dusty roads of Utah 
(To the memory of Don W. Esplin, father of Kathryn Esplin-Oleski)
= =
There he was playing with some mild explosives, 
in his own backyard, a resolute boy he is; 
the June month had swelled like the taut belly of 
a neighborhood lady; the boy wanted to be 
a scientist which he became. He, of course could not 
envision that all these sepia dust of Utah, 
the noon backyard and a young scientist’s narrative 
would be remembered by his explosive daughter 
and a strange Indian was going to pen a saga. 

Alfred Nobel was smiling from a page of a book 

The boy rolled a cigarette, the smoke’s curlicues 
swirl up to grain the picture. A blast almost choked
the bright blue jays and robins. Defused sun slanted.
The end of the road was just an end of the road 
where sun could meet earth, warm grass shook off the heat 
and the covert window of the farm house would yield 
a father and son talk. Strong argument on
future, on an university, on money 
on a world that could differ in generations;
of course the boy, as a father, understood 
his girl, then living apart. But distance is in heart.
He would grow up midst dreams. A quirky wind would blow him 
here and there; navy, marriage and science, 
pharmacology and marriage again; a gust
of wind would take him on a ride that, if he could 
read this he would have said, resembled his truck rides 
down the roads of Utah. But at that point of time
he was wide awake inside his misty night’s sleep 
and an American novel is shooting up 
its multiple heads in search of fresh oxygen. 
The waves of moon were enjoying a full tide.

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar


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A Thousand Splendid Suns Part 6

The war is a part of life
There was always the sound of bombs
The sound of people dying
One landed close
The neighbors
Rasheed and I rushed out 
The house was destroyed
I saw pieces of the mother
The father
Under a pile of rubble was the girl, Laila
So young and beautiful
Lost her parents
Home
Future
Rasheed carried her to our house
We cared for her till she was strong
Rasheed doted on her
I knew his intentions
Soon I would not be the only one
The only wife to Rasheed
For Laila it was my fate 
Or death.


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Love Me True Blue

Love Me True Blue

she saw his shadow linger on the wall
the faintest whisper she heard him call
but when the excitement opened up her eyes
it seemed like all she really had left
were the tears sobs and cries

she swore she felt him there then she learned
all the fear she had had still been confirmed
but she felt something make her pain subside
because inside she knew that he had never left
he would never leave his bride

he's calls to her whispering in the night
he's her flickering shadow in the candle light
he is the one who will always love her most
he is the only thing she doesn't have left
she really loves that ghost

see here holding out her hand as she passes by
a  big smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye
if you still wonder who it is she is talking to
then I'll ask if love can really last forever
if you don't believe it's true

By: Jeremy Siedlecki


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Suburban Dream

I can be your sister and your brother
Your husband and your mother
I’ll bake and clean and treat you mean
Be your quarter back on our own private team
I’ll prepare your meals and iron your clothes
Leave your supper on the table as I walk out of the door
Let you wonder if I really am at the store?

I can be your superhero and save your life
I can be your number one fan, your right hand man
Your enemy sinister and wise
You are my teacher when I cross the line
And I’m your master when you say your mine
Sell my body and soul to keep food on your plate
Let you believe no one has ever touched me like that

I’ll be your secretary when your too weak to speak
You can use and abuse me and make me feel cheap
I can be your very best childhood friend
Your nurse by your side at the very end
I’ll keep you sane as you lose your teeth and mind
Tell you the world hasn’t really changed outside
Place flowers in your hair as your body starts to fail
Cut your food into pieces when your hands become frail
Smile and tell you that all is well
When inside I’m dying and feeling like hell


Details | Nonet | |

The Spirit of Ruby Anne

This was written for Halloween :P



A silent, roaming apparition
Was the wife of a physician
While away on a mission
He married a magician
Without permission
His volition
Sliced open
His wife's
Heart.

The wife never loved another man
Poor, broken-hearted Ruby Anne
She died one day in Cheyenne
Now, everyday, you can 
See where it began
Ruby Bouman's
Spirit will
Never
Die. 



Dawn D. Kilby 
Copyright ©2008  Dawn D. Kilby


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Our little boys

Look at our three little boys all grown up. You'd be so proud of the men they are today. They think of you often and what'd you say to them today. I wish you could have been here to see them grow into the men they are today. Their no longer the little boys who use to need us to need us to make their bumps and bruices go away. Their now the strong men that have their own family's. You gave me three angels from above but, you were taken from us to soon. I know your always watching after them from above. Even tho their all grown up they'll always be our three little boys.


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Lonely

Lonely heart, mind, soul and body
Overcast with sorrow and heavy with unshed tears
Never again can I hold my love and
Ever he willed my love to die
Loving anew, remarried, leaving me dying
You'll never know I love you still until the end of time


Details | I do not know? | |

Candle in the Wind

I've made this trip 1000 times,
For better or for worse,
This wooden bench that wore my spine,
Is where we had our first...
This cupcake and a candle,
Is the most that I could carry,
To celebrate the life we spent,
Everyday that we were married...
In spirit you still have a home,
To lay and rest your head,
Although it feels like Im alone,
I can feel you in my bed...
Every picture has a deeper meaning,
Than it ever did before,
So I look for you in every dream,
Until I cant cry anymore...
And the candle left a year ago,
Leaves me without a doubt,
That when the wind decides to blow,
It is you who blew it out...


Details | Prose | |

The house of the dead

At the doorstep the little girl sits
Misled by a false hope
Daddy will come soon
And gather into his arms his sweet dove
What will he bring for her today?
A flower? A bar of chocolate?

The young wife grows silent as the night
Grief pouring out of her eyes
Her youth, her dreams lost 
Just like that, in a flash
Wishing she could be like the little girl
Too young to understand death and demise

Shuzbee wonders why his master aint home yet
His wagging tail drops down
His ears alert to pick up the silliest sound
Its time to play fetch
Shouldn’t master be walking up the path right now?
Flattening the grass?

A silence hangs over the house
Death eminent from a mile away
The air is heavy
Deprived of breath
A step into the house of the deceased
And you feel the chill of the dead


Details | Ballad | |

Blinded on My Wedding Day

Convince that you are the one for me.

Persuaded that I am the one you need.

Deceived that you desire my love.

Refused to see the truth so I wait.

Believing that your heart is not filled with hate.

I cry for my Heart that I am not confused.

Praying to God that I am not just being used.

Blinded by the, Yes I will marry you!

Consumed by the, Will you marry me?

Walking down the aisle to meet my groom, didn't realize it was the day of my doom! 

Oh! What can I say. Blinded on My wedding Day.


Details | Couplet | |

After the Knock

Two young children play outside the house,
Inside a mother watches through windows folding a blouse.

With the kids in the back she heads to the chair,
When through the front window come soldiers, a pair.

One is dressed like her husband the other more like a priest,
Then came the knock, sounding like a relentless beast.

Her mind said just leave them outside at the door standing,
Her hand opened the door, on her knees she felt herself landing.

The soldiers told of her husbands fate,
Wanting them to just leave her tears could not wait.

The two young children came in the backdoor,
Seeing two soldiers and their mommy on the floor.

The oldest asked mommy what is the matter,
Come here my blessings, hugging, I will explain it later.

Her world had flipped, turned upside down,
He returned to her in a casket with a flag draped all around.

They had to drive from the airport to their small country plot,
She couldn’t count the people lined along the road, but it was a lot.

Each one waved a flag, some cried as if they knew her girls’ dad,
She’d never seen most of them, but seeing them now made her glad.

She saw signs that read “Welcome home Hero” and she filled with pride,
Even that couldn’t stop the tears, at the gravesite she just cried.

She stayed there saying goodbye, her family had to pull her away,
She’s glad they did for she wouldn’t have left his side that day.

She is exhausted, overwhelmed, she must sit down,
Then she sees the photo of him in a Tux and her in a wedding gown.

How could this be real, she’s too young to be a widowed wife,
He was her partner, best friend, the love of her life.

Now the hours have past his vessel is in the ground,
All the parties are leaving she’s alone in their home, not a sound.

She weeps in her chair alone in the dark no sound but the clock,
God help her find strength, a way to move forward, after the knock.


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THE FIRST DAY OR LAST

She looks in the mirror full of anticipation.
 A bright shining future with a good education.

 A beautiful smile with deep defined dimples.
 One day at a time, life seems so simple.

 Up bright and early, so happy so bliss.
 Hair styled perfect, nothing amiss.

 She picks up her perfume and gives it a spray.
 All primped and ready to start this fine day.

 She grabs her suitcase from under the bed.
 On top lies her husband, a hole through his head.

 She remembers the beating.  It was the last.
 With a gun in her hand, she remembers the blast.
 She takes one last look before leaving the past.
                Then closing the door….
                 ….it’s freedom at last. 


Originally, the entire poem was going to be nothing more than a reflection of the girls life and her view of herself. Then....I couldn't come up with an ending without going on and on....so, just ended up with a "twist" to end it. (To anyone in such a situation, I am not and do not condone the shooting of someone as an "out" for domestic violence, as sad as it is, I can't condone it, you do, however, have my heartfelt sympathy/empathy and understanding). Love Ya


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Should I Leave Before You

When I gave you my heart, my life, 
      I bet never
   In your darkest fears
         Or wildest worries did you ever
   See this coming, 
This that eats away my flesh
   And inhibits me from fashioning
      The smiles I used to fashion
Incessantly.
      And this that eats away my flesh
   Wastes you, too, away, 
         Your time, your health, 
   Your patience.
While this that eats away my flesh
   May hinder me from keeping
      The forever I promised, 
Though my breath will cease
   And the flesh dissolve, 
      My heart shall safely be tucked with yours


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Forever She Dreams

“Forever She Dreams”
By: Christian Shepherd

I want her back in my arms,
to feel her breathe on my neck.
Her every breathe detectable on my chest.
To hold her close from leaving me.

Watch her as she sleeps,
to hold her close in a slumber so deep.
Watch as her expressions tell a dream,
her temporary reality.

Tell her to "sleep tight love,
I’ll see you in the morning."
Wake up to her by my side,
without her my heart unforgivingly bleeds.

I don’t want to be without you, 
the thought brings melancholy.
I want you with me, 
"please don’t leave me,” I plead.

But its too late for pleas,
fate has already made its judgment.
Now she is forever gone,
and I am empty.

I still bleed. 
I wish I could go back to her.
Savor every moment i took for granted.
But for now my heart still bleeds.

Lying at night kills me,
looking over where she slept.
Seeing her figure in the shadows,
knowing only that it is wishful thinking.

Still i reach over, hoping to find its rest.
I pray that rest may be her shoulder.
The shoulder that I used to cry on.
The should that now could stop my pain.

Then anger stirs inside of me,
"WHY HER! COULD YOU NOT LET HER BE!"
She was mine, not yours,
its not fair, let her be, bring her back to me!

There’s no way, fate has made its choice,
and now forever she dreams.

So for now…until the blood runs out...I bleed.


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Frank

Frank
A man of God, and a friend to many
Heart of gold, shining so radiantly
Lovin life, his family and friends
Frank had a joy that no soul could deny

Always ready with a joke to make a sad soul smile
Always ready, if needed, to pray a while
Loving others, but loving Jesus most of all
Frank served his Jesus and gave his all

A doctor visit revealing stage three cancer
A whole life, now changing forever
Every day presenting new challenges
Franks beloved bride, sharing with him the peaks and valleys
God said it was now time to go

We grieve the loss of his presence, but this one thing we know
Frank is in heaven, without any more pain
Learning that to die and be with Christ, is truly gain
He is worshipping his Savior now, for all eternity!


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The Gunslinger(The Beginning)

He use to carry guns,Back in the day.
But he had put them up,to start a new way.
He found a wife,and would settle down.
Just a short stretch,on the outside of town.
A young daughter,the two would raise.
And soon forgot, his gunslinger days.
Then they came,their intentions were clear.
To rob and kill,anyone who was here.
They left that house,one thing they would dread.
They didn't make sure,everyone was dead.
He opened his eyes,saw her laying on the floor.
As he caught a glimpse of them,a dozen or more.
He healed from his wounds,laid his little girl to rest.
He vowed for revenge,as he opened the chest.
He put his guns on again,looking straight ahead.
He would not stop,until they all were dead.
Out the door he went,to the house he would never return.
He would go to his grave,with a heart that would burn.
And now you know,the gunslingers story is told.
The killing of his family,and the way it would unfold.


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Bittersweet Serenity

Having flown with you.
  Having watched you wither.
    Beauty remains,
      But the most beautiful has blown away.
    Memories remain.
      Mementoes remain.
        Hate the remains of my life without you.
Mistakenly 
  You have taken me
    To the open, angry earth.
  You have left me to claw my casket.
    Scraping,
      Scratching,
        Spastically striving...
          To escape,
            To survive.
              I’m alive!
Withered,
  Wired,
    Watch the whimsical poet.
Flying,
  Frying,
    The bastard with the bowl.
I had five days to choose the chosen.
  Five days to direct the destiny of the predestined.
    Five days done gone by...
Loved no one.
  Felt so low.
    Felt I was going nowhere...
      There was nowhere to go.
    Felt I knew no friends...
       There were no friends to know.
Solitary.
  I have succumbed to seclusion.
Beat down.
  Feeling the dry ground.
    Fearing the melodic sound:
      My desperate breathing.
        My own heart beating.
But my fears could not imagine the depth of lonliness.


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Who Should Pass

Today I read a poem that made me ask myself
Would I rather die before or after you?
You know my mind and how it works
Once I have a thought
I must ponder that thought
Until I have reached my conclusion
I HATE THAT ABOUT MYSELF!
Because sometimes it just breaks my heart
I contemplated how life would be for each of us
After the other passed on
We depend so much on each other in so many ways
You are stronger than me in many ways
Yet, I am the rock that you lean on
As far as the children; mine, yours and ours
The love is equal all the way around
All the way down to the poems 
That would no doubt be like a knife in the heart
At times
And like a ray of sunshine on a cold winters day
At other times
The devastating loss would be equal
Suddenly I realized
Some questions are too great for us to comprehend
Not to mention the answer
And those are the ones we should just leave in the hands of the Lord
So as it is written so shall it be done
In the name of the Father, Holy Ghost and only Begotten Son


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Remebering

There goes that smile again, 
loose
like a stray hair, 
greying;
caught upon the breeze.
You wheeze out a last laugh remembering times gone,
Back when you shone. 
Now only with mind's eye, 
rose-tinted,
is it hinted that you knew of the summer and spring.

Smile-wrinkles and worry lines still enchant,
Even as they plant: 
bitter-sweet feelings deep in my soul.
Crow's-feet 
clutch
as memories call out their last sweet siren song.

Past these old lips a complaint spills:
discomfort and distance.
Far from me,
lost.
As the frost covers your world, 
those first flakes stick.
You again thick in fog 
moan about those kids and how they sing.

Holding your hand I take night watch, 
weep silently at endless loss.
Later as I toss and turn I imagine that your mind 
remains intwined with mine.
That all, for now,
is fine with you, 
I forget all life now is tinged with the bitterest sting...
But then I remember...


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ROAD ONE HUNDRED AND TEN

today i saw A white car with big antennas in the back
Out stepped a man in a uniform of blue and black
He knew my name as if I have seen him before
My heart had sank  to the floor
He said my name is officer green
I was the first  to arrive on the scene
My hands were shaken,my legs wouldn’t stand
I had to sit down clinch to my wedding band
I closed my eyes and hoped for the best
My heart felt like it was going to pound right through my chest
Officer green said I’m so deeply sorry to meet you like this
He said its not easy for me to say as he clinched his wrist
You could see him swallow then take a deep breath of air
Officer said my intentions today was not to bring anyone despair.
I finally asked him if he would just say what he needed to say
my nerves are shot and with my emotions you cant play
Officer said there was a wreck and I did what I could
But he didn’t make it and I deeply hopped he would
I looked at officer green;my eyes filled with a tear
Told him my world is flipped ,my husband is no longer here
No more late movies or holding each other in the dark
no more afternoon picnics after a stroll in the park
I told him our anniversary was just around the corner you see
Its just not fair  his life and mine have been taken from me
Officer said sorry is there anything you would like me to do
I was so upset I screamed  BRING MY HUSBAND BACK WOULD YOU
down on my knees crying you must have it wrong
 the last thing he said is I love you honey I wont be gone for long
Reality sank in but it took quite a while
My husband is gone its true there’s no more denial 
Officer green gave me his card said don’t hesitate to call if a need arise
 my heart goes out to you and I will listen to all your cries
Officer said I am not suppose to hug you but going to instead
You are my mom I love you  hope you don’t blame me cause dad is dead
I made sure I was the officer to tell you so it might maybe give a little ease
Mom even though I am an officer tell me it is ok to cry please
Mom I wish my visit was just to sit and talk
It is the hardest thing ever harder than learning to walk
Mom I know I am an officer and suppose to stay  tough
dad died in my arms mom ,that hurts  my days ahead rough
My shift is over mom I will be here and stay by your side
Mom I know dad is in heaven waiting to see his son and lovely bride
Now as you drive along road one hundred and ten
You will see a fathers and husbands cross standing just around the bin 


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Hush Baby

Sh, sh, close your eyes,
silent night broken by your painful cries.
Your heart is broken, I can tell;
it's okay, for mine is as well.
Don't ever wonder why or how,
just know mommy's with the angel's now.
The blood is nothing, mommy just fell,
there's something years from now I have to tell.
Mommy doesn't want you to be sad,
she'd want you happy, so please be glad.
She was a wonderful person, I'm sure you kow,
twenty is much too young to go.
You're also to young, only five,
I'm glad that at least you're alive.
C'mon baby, daddy's here,
we're all alone now, I fear.


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Together in paradise

What just happened is something that can't be undone.
A mugger tried to shoot you but I jumped in front of the gun.
I couldn't let you die, that's why I took the bullet for you.
It was a good choice even though you think it was stupid to do.
The shooter tried to run but he didn't get away.
The cops just grabbed him and now he will pay.
In just a moment, I'll be gone.
I will die but your life will go on.
I couldn't have lived without you because you've been my beloved wife.
Someday we'll be together in Heaven, that will be worth sacrificing my life.
I'm in a great deal of pain as I lie here bleeding.
I feel so cold and my heart is about to stop beating.
But if I had it to do over again, I would do it without thinking twice.
Please always remember that one day we'll be together in paradise.


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WW2 poem

Look back on the war
All that corruption
Caused by a world,
A world of destruction
 

All the men
Who gave their lives
And left their home
Their families, their wives
 

Hear the guns
Trilling out death
And through their helmets
All smell is their breath.
 

Into the muddy trenches again
Their retreat, their haven
With rats running over the dead
And flying over head is a lone raven
 

At the crack of dawn
The brave soldier awake
To the cry of guns
Enemies collecting every life they can take
 

They are everywhere
All their spies
Your friends, your neighbours
With evil in their eyes
 

Watch your mouth
Watch your back
If you do
You’ll remain intact
 

No real funeral
Only a shallow grave
On the battlefield
For one so brave
 

And what of the families 
They left behind
To do good
For all mankind
 

Eventually we won the war 
But at what cost?
For now we wear a poppy
To signify the ones we lost.


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Batter Half

Beaten to a pulp
And left here to die
I look up and see
Our wedding photo
From a swollen eye
Till Death Do Us Part
Were the words in our vows
He'll soon have his way
After this violent row


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HE WAS THERE

I know that there are some that still can't pray
and others that ask, 'Where was God that day?'
HE was there with each tear that's shed
as the news reported, There is thousands dead!'

HE was in the hyjacked planes so out of control
His angels collecting each passenger's soul!
HE was there at the buildings of the World Trade Center
with Heaven's gates wide open bidding all to enter!

HE was there in every tired body and grimy face
that refused to give in to another trying to take his place!
HE was there amongst every common place hero
who repeatedly dug through the rubble in New York's ground zero!


HE was there with the passenger's of Flight 74
whose sacrifice kept the enemy from the White House door!
HE was there with those that died at the Pentagon
when another plane flew into them like a bomb!

HE was there when thousands of passengers landed
unable to get home, so on Canadian soil they were stranded!
HE was there in the smiles of the Maritime youth
who came with blankets, fresh clothing and hot bowls of soup!

HE was there when the President cried out with pride
'This will only make us stronger, we have GOD on our side!'
HE was there when AMERICA was at Iraq's door
teaching the Taliban what happens when you provoke a war!

HE is there today as countless others reflect on the loss
just as HE watched HIS only Son die upon the cross!  HE WAS THERE!

©11/09/2012


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Red Rose

Give me a red rose,
fill each petal with your love.
Allow the tenderness of your eyes
to peruse the pastel approvingly.

Give me a red rose,
as deep and passionate in colour as can be found.
Let it run across my cheek,
falling with your hand like a star.

Give me a red rose,
straight from the garden in your soul.
Nurtured with the light of your eyes,
the beats of your heart.

Give me a red rose,
that depicts the passing hours in your arms.
Not as a blase' depiction of love.
It is a metaphor. It is the blossoming of beauty.

Give me a red rose,
leave the thorns attached.
Don't avoid the cuts and pain - they will heal
letting the stem hold tighter to the smile.

Give me a red rose,
I'll give you eternity. A speckled sparkle
in a raindrop that clings to the colour.
A moment that lives for eternity,  beyond the vessel.


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Murder in the Skies

It was on this day
December the 21st, 1988
Pan Am Flight 103
Would learn of it's fate
 
Blown out of the sky
For all the world to see
Two hundred and fifty nine people
Rained down on me
 
My country Scotland
Lockerbie town
The falling of life
In deathly down
 
This 747
Model 121
Laid-en with fuel
The horror's begun
 
Argentinian, Belgium
Bolivia too
Canada, France
Sat beside you
 
Germany, Hungary
India as well
Hey, Herr 
The flights going well
 
Ireland, Israel
Italy flew
To go to the States
All feeling brand new
 
Jamaica, Japan
Philippines seated
Family toil
Families depleted
 
South Africa, Spain
Sweden in flight
JFK
Will not be tonight
 
Switzerland, Trinidad and Tobago
The United Kingdom, United States
All of the above
On this December date
 
We also remember
Eleven on the ground
Who obliterated to nothing
Not hearing a sound
 
The town of Lockerbie
Will never be the same
Yet one of the gang goes free
Because the poor guys in pain
 
Where's the compassion
Of the 270 lost
Their memory now tarnished
To the Scottish Governments cost
 
We set him free
To his home he goes
Treated like a hero
All compassion has froze
 
My thoughts and my tears
Are for the truly lost ones
Who will never enjoy
The return to their hometown


In dedication to the 270 who lost their lives on December 21st 1988.



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss.php




 


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The Murder In The Study-PTSD

I sit there watching, 
watching as he struggles through the pain. 
Scared to touch him, 
as my hand hovers above his sweat soaked skin. 
Where's the antidote? 
My eyes scream for an answer, 
my lips cry from the sight. 
He's lost in his mind, 
trapped in the memories, 
the fears have taken him from here. 

I say his name tentatively, he doesn't hear me. 
Eyes black, empty souled, 
where's he gone, God where does he go? 
Bombs exploding in his ears, 
guns firing rapidly, 
hands clenching his only hope of survival. 
I bite my lip and brush a lock of hair from his eyes. 
Empty eyes, his strength is crushing my wrist, 
His hand clutching my throat. 
I plead his name, beg for him to wake up 
from this nightmare of a dream. 
Beneath my breast, within my chest 
I feel my heart throbbing. 
How long will it be until it breaks. 

I'm clawing at him, my nails tearing open his shirt. 
I've become an animal, an invisible threat to his blind eyes. 
As my nails rake across his face, 
my back slams into a book case, 
I look up, His empty eyes, a world away 
in a world of war, his hand shaking 
with the cold metallic gleam of his gun. 
He aims, without seeing, and the bullet hits his mark. 
Instinct has my hands on the hole in my chest. 
curiosity draws them away 
and with the sticky red I paint. 
Maybe when he awakes he'll see this, 
this one thing, it might save his sanity. 

I scrawl 'I love you', my tears wont wash it away. 
I lay as I go blind, 
the black fading from his eyes, 
and into mine. 
God, take away his pain. 
Let me steal his dreams, 
as you stole his sanity.


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The broken fairytale

Once upon a time there lived,
A beautiful girl and a man she loved.
So true was such their love,
There wasn't anyone who disapproved.
 
It had been love at first sight,
A fairy tale since that day.
The maiden had found the man of her dreams,
No one else needed to have a say.
 
They had done it all,
Candlelight dinners, shyly holding hands,
Kissing in the rain, dancing around trees,
Leaving intertwined footprints on white sands.
 
But it wasn't just another love story,
It was uniquely special like every other one.
They had eyes for no other but one another,
The best part of their lives had just begun.
 
They traveled around the world,
And she kissed her man at the seven wonders each.
People would smile at the storybook couple,
As they counted stars standing on a beach.
 
With her, he was the man he wished to be,
The one who wouldn't think twice,
About pulling her up to dance in a crowded train,
He'd protect her, keep her happy at any price.
 
He'd see through her weak smile,
All the way to the tears inside,
He'd whisper sweet things in her ear,
Hold her till all the tears dried.
 
Though they did have a fair share of problems,
They always came together again,
No matter what happened,
Like raindrops on a window pane.
 
On a rainy day, she had sat waiting,
Wondering about the surprise he had promised,
But he never came,
For the winds of fate had suddenly changed. 
 
Five years after that day, she found herself alone,
Sitting on the porch, counting stars on her own,
As she recalled the day he had been taken from her,
'An unfortunate accident' on the next the papers had shown.
 
She hadn't cried on the phone, she hadn't cried on the way,
She didn't even cry when she had to identify him,
Not a single tear or a heartrending sob.
She just stared ahead with an expression so grim.
 
It was only when she had received his belongings,
The remnants of his last minutes, did she react.
She screamt and cried, laughed and wailed,
For among others, was a diamond ring beautifully packed.
 
His surprise, the laughter in his voice,
The excitement, the secrecy of the evening.
He had been right, it had left her breathless,
But he wasn't there to see the sorrow it did bring.
 
Even now her eyes brimmed with tears,
As she looked at the ring as it sparkled,
And thought of that time when there lived,
A beautiful girl and a man she loved.
 
- Miliya Parveen


Details | Elegy | |

Marie III--Is the Coffin Too Deep

So frigid was her immaculate body Her last second in screams is all I can see Love's revenge was my guilt With you I'd rather let you die with Bound hands Without you, Marie, like the psychopath's dream Death is all that I can see; All that could redeem Did anyone ask Did anyone recall The sweet taste of the poison The swift slash of the knife he penetration of the lead The pain of her decaying heart I can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep? Was it so hard to solve Was it so hard to see That I strangled her so easily My nails piercing her comely skin Blood dripping like the pomegranate I crushed with the shovel I shattered her shins The knife to slight her wrists Didn't you see I did it all The only witness Couldn't say Is the coffin too deep? The pain of her decaying hear tI can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep? Marie I cant stay Earth is to cruel when your coffin is to deep Forever in death and in death alone The pain of her decaying heart I can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep?


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Don't Leave Yet

Don't leave yet
Take some time to remember
The distinctive way we met
Remember a time where kisses were speckled
With smiles

We weren't always so grey
There used to be colour and life
There used to be time to play
Don't leave yet, carry me home
Just one more time

Retrace to the start
Where you promised to hold me
Til death do us part
Hold me tonight, all night long
Because tomorrow I'll be gone


Details | Free verse | |

Fear

Wide eyes
Panic
lips hovering right below a scream
hair pulled into a fist
mouth covered
panicked eyes
wide
heart rattling
fear


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9/11, 2001 " Page 2 of 2 "

Intelligence first, Retribution next
Clinical response the worlds text
Which free country is next in line
To be hit by this cowardly crime.
 
New York Cities patriots, suffer further pain
As Fire Officers and Police are slain
They indeed are part of this attack
So many of them never came back
Honourable dads, cousins and wife's
Mourn their lost ones, who lost their lives.
 
The World will remember
This September deathly sound
When iconic giants crashed to the ground
Hero's in the air, and on Manhattan Earth
Proved to us all, whats humans are worth.

In respect to the decent people who perished on that September day.


Details | Senryu | |

Finale

Finale
Streams of tears falling;
His crepuscular brawn years,
Embracing his end.


Details | Elegy | |

Dear La-Zette

I looked up to you and turned out just like you
You let everyone take advantage of you, me too

You didn't ask for anything in return 
It went on for years and you still never learned

How could you be so strong?
Trying to fit in where you didn't belong

I loved the way you looked me in the eyes
Telling me you loved me as you began to cry

How could you be proud of me?
I didn't even graduate, I got my GED

Now that I need you, you won't answer the phone
You won't even open the door to come home

My life has been so painful in the last year
I need you more now than ever mother dear

No hugs, no kisses, no late night talks
No more going in town, no more walks

How can you leave your own child behind?
Leaving me in this world to seek and find

You promised you'd always be there
You said this while brushing my hair

In the last year, I got married and it fell apart
He committed adultery, got caught, and broke my heart

I need some advice on what to do
I need you to help pull me through

Again you said you'd never leave, never say goodbye
You broke your promise, but at least I know why

I miss you MOMMY, I miss your touch
God tell her I love her, tell her how much




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Preach

Preach to the full moon soldier
It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder

Mother has child that father denies
Leaves when his baby lets out those first cries
Excuses flying, lies sailing; words without care
Feelings are complicated so share you don't dare
Lips that smile hold some bruises and a cut
Hands that have done the damage slam the door shut
You watch him out the window glass
Retreating figure gone at last

Preach to the full moon soldier
It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder

Things get harder, mothers fired
Baby is toddler and much too tired
Money is in short supply
If only father would just comply 
To help raise his growing kid
Instead he ran and lost his bid
A single tear stains the cheek
Of a mother's soul who's much too weak

Preach to the full moon soldier 
It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder

Mothers dead, everything's blown
Toddler is small child left alone
Father drunk, stumbling back
Custody left to this piece of slack
Days are long and too far gone
Nights are worse, he's never done
Talking his beer scented words speaking
He says to his child be kind, PREACHING

Preach to the full moon soldier 
It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder

Small child has developed
Distinguished individual moving up
Swearing to the sky blue
They will be nothing like you
Father in jail thief from the night
Cell lit dimly with pal moonlight
A smile to the grown child
A tear from the man of the wild

Preach to the full moon soldier
It's all you've got left as the nights grow colder


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

An evening of regret

There she lay
While a crimson pool around her head
Reaching into the cracks of the blacktop bed 
Still and inaudible
While the her last breathe lingers in the mist
Taken from her mortality
A sad and horrifying reality
He didn’t focus in the moment of rage?
Now mapped out he’s turning another page
If only he had faith in the Lord above 
The angels called on him but he gave them a shove

Trembling and frighten with his actions 
A glitz in the brain with a minor distraction 
His jealousy took a hold 
Now minutes are ticking, and the damage is done 
And he finds himself on the run 
The police enter the scene 
With shock and remorse for Christine 
Just a week before she paid the police a visit 
Asking for help and a restraining order with it 
Miscommunications and untimeliness won
Her husband killed her with a gun


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Reflection

You've stopped sleeping; behind closed eyes you find
The sins you unknowingly burned onto your mind
That break you down even as you leave them behind
Because you cannot run from who you're becoming

You remember the feeling, the cool of the blade
That you buried in her back when she started to fade
She was real enough then, but the blood has been paid
You cringe when you can't forget the taste

But, please: smile and move on, pretend we can't see
Than the man you once were is not the monster you be
But from this stain on your hands you will never be free
Until you face down the demon in the mirror

Leave the beer in the fridge, the meds on the shelf
Shut the cabinet door and look at yourself

If you feel nothing in this final test
Down the pill bottle and go get some rest

Do not bother coming in tomorrow


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THE FIRST DAY OR LAST - REWRITE

She looks in the mirror with great hesitation.
 Unsure of the future, will she find peace or incarceration?

 A beautiful smile with deep defined dimples,
 Life for her has never been simple.

 She takes a deep breath and a moment to pray.
 She has to be strong, there’s no other way.

 Her suitcase is packed under the bed.
 On top lies her husband, a hole through his head.

 She remembers the beating.  It was the last.
 With a gun in her hand, she remembers the blast.
 She takes one last look before leaving the past.
                      Her first day of freedom….
                       ….Or is it her last? 

I submitted the original to a poetry site to receive some feedback. Well, the moderators of the site tore it to shreds! They had nothing positive to say about it. So, upon their advice, I did a rewrite. They preferred this rewrite. (Personally, I like the original and I think this rewrite sucks). 
 I would love to know what you guys out there think. Thanks


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Blood of a liar, mark of a thief

You took it all
(I held my breath)
You screamed my name
(as you fell to your death)
The crowed gathered round
but I stood tall
with your body laying so broken
you've never looked so small

The rain started pouring down
(oh how I smiled)
There were sirens in the distance
(only a half a mile)
Down below the screaming sounds
I can't hear a thing
everyone's gaze is upon me
waiting for the once caged bird to sing

(Liar)
You promised me everything
did your words mean nothing
were they empty
lifeless without a theme
(Thief)
You took hold of my heart
shredded my soul, raped my mind
did it mean anything
was I even worth it
ir just another part to your scheme

The rain washes away the evidence
(the blood, sweat, and tears)
But rain can't wash away everythng
(no, not everything)
not the pain suffered through the years

Your words were so sweet
who was I to judge
I fell for your parlor tricks
over the edge with one small nudge
Such a beautiful disguise you wore
silly little me
I fell into your web of lies
far too young to ever see

(Liar)
You promised me everything
did your words mean nothing
were they empty
lifeless without a theme
(Thief)
You took hold of my heart
shredded my soul, raped my mind
did it mean anything
was I even worth it
ir just another part to your scheme

You could have been mine
(does it hurt now, hush, be quiet now)
You sold your soul for a good time
(does it hurt now, hush, don't speak now)
Did you think I'd never know?
(does it hurt now, does it hurt now)
Now you must reap the crop you've sewn

(Liar)
You promised me everything
did your words mean nothing
were they empty
lifeless without a theme
(Thief)
You took hold of my heart
shredded my soul, raped my mind
did it mean anything
was I even worth it
ir just another part to your scheme

(Liar)
You had such a pretty little plan
(Thief)
Carried out by such a careless little man


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THOUGHTS(free verse)

The stars shine brightly
sparkling like jewels in an inky sky,
The full moon is out tonight, its white light
Making night almost brighter than day.

I walk slowly now-musing
About the secrets of our Universe-
What terrible energy drives us
Straight from God's mighty heart.

I am thinking of how I loved you,
How your smile made my heart skip-
Your voice so soft and sexy , made me glad,
I miss you darling, like I always have.

We were close once more in dreams tonight,
I heard your words and felt
the warmth of those beloved hands,
We were laughing as I awakened.

Slowly, the red dawn appears
as night turns into day,
The beauty of the sun rising
tells me this will be a great day.


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Waiting...

Waiting... By: Candice 


He listens in the dark at the warfare in the distance.

With each passing day his heart grows colder.

His passion for violence grows immensely

and the remnants of his " once was life" are no longer fresh in his mind.

Gunfire and roadside bombs were now a part of his everyday life.

He''d give anything to be at home, warming a bottle for a midnight feeding,

or preparing to change a diaper who had been a victim of a disastrous explosion.

He smiles to himself thinking of his new baby boy

and prays to God that he will return home safely to hold the precious miracle of life

that he had not yet laid eyes or hands on.

He tightly closes his eyes to hold back the threat of oncoming tears.

Images of a deadly blast just days before crowd his mind,

He begins to weep.

This war torn life would affect him for all eternity.

He was in fact, a victim of war.

He would never know another restful night.

Rest doesn''t come easy for a man who has seen men blown to pieces by bombs and lifeless
on the terrain.

However the disaster of a lost life somehow brings him strength to drudge through another day.

He takes out the crumpled birth announcement.,

reads the print and gently tucks it away.

He had never known such an emptiness.

Everyday he waits.

For what he is not sure.

He just prays in the end, it will have been worth it.


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9/11, 2001 " Page 1 of 2 "

9/11, 2001
Tuesday morning when it all began
Four Jet Airliners 
Hi-jacked at will
To fly their mission
To kill, blood spill
 
Target chosen
New York City
No questions asked
No pity
 
Internal flight
Laid-en with fuel
Turned off course
To the Hi-jackers rule
Islamist, al-Qaeda is the name they claim
What honest faith
Would want this fame
To take these lives on this September day
It's not what religion should portray
 
Nineteen jackers, whats on their minds
To do their deed on their own mankind
No scriptures, books of the olden day
Would let any brother, be slain this way
What battle would be, without seeing your killers eyes
This nineteen, the world despise
 
Our modern world on camera caught
Jet Airliners flying the next so fraught
North Tower hit by flight 11
Then the South by flight 175
All aboard the planes, would not survive
Many compatriots would also die.
To this day i wonder why?
 
CNN and TV crew's 
Capture, man's cruelty to man
It makes you spew
The cowards that commandeered these planes
Are not religious, plainly insane
 
To be on the ground and look above
Two Manhattan giants
New Yorkers grew to love
Taken down by evil beings
They can't believe what they are seeing

Two explosions in just under an hour
Office life is about to shower
Paper and life fall to the ground
Silenced grief makes no sound
To New York City, that never sleeps
In a state of mourning that will presently weep
 
We hear on the news, Washington's been hit
The Pentagon, yea that's it
One of the four, also has it's say
On this dark September day

In Pennsylvania
The fourth still in flight
Passengers on board
Try with all their might
Overcome the scum 
Who hi-jacked their plane
The next hour would never be the same
 
Somerset County is where she fell
These brave civilians,
As calls will tell
To try and claim the plane that's theirs
So suppress those infidel curs>


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Here's The Thing

Here’s the thing
Doesn’t matter what you say
Or where you are
We both know what was felt
Though we’ll never again add to
We both know what was done
What was shared
What we’ll miss
Though ones will fade
We’ll both have memories
Of what we did
Even if they come and go
When they reappear
For a time we’ll both know
During the times
One’s just a shell
The other’s strength
Will pull us through
When one seems so far away
The other will stay
To bring them back
As long as one has breath
We’ll not let the other down
And if the breath
Is not together lost
The other will not say goodbye
But be along soon
So here’s the thing
That no matter what tomorrow brings
Though what it is
We cannot know
Somewhere hidden there within
Our love will always show


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Christ Death On The Cross

Christ died for me… 
I didn’t deserve it!
His life for mine…  
He preserved it!

His gift of salvation… 
 I received it!
After reading John 3:16.  
I believed it!

His hand of mercy has graciously
 been extended…
My broken life has now
 been “amended

I’m thankful for what
 Christ did for me!
His gift of love is 
 plain to see!

Throughout life… Often facing a 
“difficult circumstance…”
Jesus has given me hope. 
 And a second chance!

I’ll try my best to live as he
 would want me to…
Without him…  I have
 no one else to turn to!

Thank you Jesus!  For being
 my best friend!
You washed me clean…
 And took away my sin!

You’ve done what you said…  
And so much more!
You’re certainly 
 worth living for!

By Jim Pemberton  04/30/10







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You Take God I'll Take Booze, Drugs And Women

You Take Your God…
I’ll Take My Booze, Drugs And Women!


Someone recently asked me: “Are you listenin’?”
“You take your God!”  “I’ll take my booze, drugs and women!

I’ve been there! When I lived for “the pleasure of the day.”
I didn’t want to listen to what God had to say!

Whatever felt “good.”  I wanted to “live it up!”
There were many things I tried, that I let “fill me up.”

But whatever I tried…  No matter how 
happy I wanted to be.
There was still something empty deep inside of me!

I’ve seen families break apart, over a bottle of booze.
In the end, it seemed like everyone was going to lose!

I’ve seen drugs lead people into heavy addictions.
And have seen them die from various afflictions!

I’ve seen grown man having “affairs” of various kinds.
Only to burn in lust with very “sex craved” minds!

Is this the real fun that people seem to crave?
But too often, end up in an early grave?

Will someone please tell me what going on?
Or, have many people just “have it all wrong?”

There’s a God!  And he wants to make this very clear!
Today may be your party!  But his judgment is near!

Everything that you try will one day fail you!
The life God offers, will never disappoint you!

He is the answer for the satisfaction you seek!
You need him in your life!  Each day of the week!

Won’t you allow his love and peace into your life today!
He’ll show you how to really live
 in a brand new way!

By Jim Pemberton


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Untitled

Remember holding hands 
Hands of softest touch 
Touch your handsome face 
Face I miss so much 

Hurting from this pain 
Pain is not seeing you 
You were my lover 
Lover I would turn to 

Now that you left me here 
Here I sit and weep 
Weep now and forever 
Forever I want to sleep 

I now have nothing to live for 
For you are no longer 
Longer I have to wait 
Wait for me to be stronger 

This is so not just 
Just to have you mine 
Mine, it has to wait 
Wait until my time 

I know I'll see you again 
Again I am your woman 
Woman who loves you 
You I'll see in heaven


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Disclosure

We had talked at length for hours, we had held hands


Sharing the innocent intimate touch that matters so very much


We had gone for a walk in the moonlight along the creekside park


Watching as the lights twinkled on the boats in the bay; it was pleasant together 
in the late spring


We ended back at her place in a roundabout way, it wasn’t predicted, it just 
happened like that


She asked me in for a coffee or two, the night was still young, what else could I do


She put the coffee on and sat down beside me, putting her hand on my leg


There is something I should tell you before we started just so you know from 
where I have parted




Her eyes got real sad as she started to speak; I knew it was straight from the 
heart


I took a deep breath and listened intently as she told of how her heart was once 
broken


My late husband was a wonderful man, he was kind and gentle with a warm 
loving touch


I miss him daily as he was my love


But you now come along as wonderful and kind in so many ways


If you are to love me and we make a new start 


All that I ask is you be gentle with my heart


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The story of two lives and an eternal love

God sent you as an angel in my life
The only miracle of love I ever had.
God sent you as a blessing to my soul
The only man I ever truly loved.
God sent us in the same time and place,
So we can meet,
So we can have a purpose 
So we can be complete.
I wish this God to tell me why we had to say good-bye so fast.
Why you to leave so far,and me to still be here?Why?
But my love for you reminds me the story of our love
At the first sight,when I saw your smile
I knew you gonna put your fingerprints on my entire life.
And then you took my heart and put it in a chain
When through your eyes you told me that we'll meet again.
At our first talk with your voice you gave me strenght.
I knew so well that's not the end.
From our first date you gave me love.
We knew so well we'll always be in love.
With the first kiss you sent arrows of sweet fire to my heart,
Since then, my soul knew that we'll never be apart.
I felt you are the one
You knew for sure I'll be forever yours.
And even now that we are so apart
I see your wings of angel on the light.
And even now that I am so alone
I feel your protectings arms around me,
And your guiding steps behind me.
I'll always feel surounded by your love.
Twin souls by God to fall in love were sent
Two souls that shared a love will never have an end.
Our destiny was to be together
We gived each other the beauty of a love 
That our souls will always carry.
It's so not fair that what we had it was so short
How will I live without you in this world?


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Mabel

The crisp cool breeze
helped the sailboat to glide,
like a swan on a lake,
or the glory of a kite.

The shiny exterior
shone pearlescent white,
the gold, christened lettering,
gloriously reflecting the light.

Newly purchased, fridge stocked,
husband proudly at the wheel,
his wife dressed in stripes,
below, fussing about their meals.

This was their retirement,
the life they had planned,
and then without warning,
she felt dizzy; she could not stand.

As she gasped for air
and tried to call out his name,
her husband stood proudly,
planning his wife's life long dream.

As she stumbled and fell,
her head hit the table,
her husband oblivious
he was mapping their course,
deep in thought; for his beautiful wife; Mabel.

Her dream was to voyage
the open blue seas,
like two peas in a pod,
his Mabel, the queen bee.

As she lay motionless,
no sound could be heard,
but the lull of the waves
and sweet song of the birds.

As the husband took a step
down the galley below,
all he saw was his Mabel,
clutching her ring; eyes closed.

He gently and lovingly
picked her up with care,
and he took his wife, Mabel
and collapsed in their chair.

He rocked her and cried
my Mabel, my love,
you are my joy, my life,
as he released her to the sun.

He whispered a note
of her favourite tune,
as he took off his ring
and gently put it with hers.

Mabel, my love,
we will never be apart,
for the vows that we spoke,
are forever in our hearts.


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A Beautiful Season

As I open my eyes the pain shoots through my head
I swear some times I think I would be better off dead

I love my wife, kids and friends, empty they would be
So I’ll remain that lonesome vessel sailing across the sea

They all know that I gave up, gave up all of my dreams
Those of all the power, glory and living blatantly obscene

I had power on the streets and power up in the pen
Know that I was once proud to be the very breath of sin

What is it like once we start trying so hard to change
Know that every facet of our life we must re-arrange 

One day I started teaching about trying to reach our dreams
You see it is blind people that walk through Demons schemes

Demons schemes are hard to see, do you know the reason why
Just like in a storm the clouds will cover, all the blue up in the sky

Demons schemes are like a dream, offering all the pleasure we may feel
Some days for me to not fall back on them, takes every drop of my will

See every single day that I stay clean and stay true to myself
I gain just a little more insight as to what is truly wealth

Wealth is a frame of mind, offering freedom to our soul
I write my poems because I wish to simply reach that goal

And the one thing that I wish, the one thing that keeps me here
Is because I hope that just one soul won’t go, through all my tears

You see I have tasted emptiness that is as cold as cold as can be
I only hope that one of you will learn, Please don’t end up like me

Today is tomorrows past, so make it last, be all that you can be
Praise the Lord every second and say, I wish to live for thee

Storms will come and they will go nothing ever changes that
Trust in God and know in your heart, his love is where its at

He knows our prayers before there spoken as we kneel to pray
Bound to his will as well as time, if our prayers shall come to bay

I Praise him for the pain I’m in because I know he has a reason
And at the end of all the pain, will come a very beautiful season

Yesterday I overdosed so I figured I should add that information in
To be a true example of right we must include even the accidental sin

I could not believe the words I heard as they said you’ve overdosed
Though the taste of death in my mouth was as familiar as buttered toast

See I have tasted death so many times that it is like a long lost friend
My life is still the same only difference is, the truth I will not bend
-----------------------------------------------
This story is the truth and goes with my blog


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Pointless, Worthless, War

Why do people have to die,
for something as stupid as war?
It's pointless,
It's worthless,
and causes nothing but pain.
There may be that moment,
when the victory is great.
But there's always after,
when the sorrow sinks in,
the tears fall,
and hearts break.
Fathers and sons are lost,
leaving wives and mothers behind.
Alone to grieve,
alone to weap,
and to scream at the sky,
despising to world.
It's something that she,
will never ger over.
That she lost her som or husband,
to the squables of countries.
There is no joy in this pointless bloodshed,
that causes nothinf but heartwretching pain.
It's pointless,
and it's worthless.
So why do so many hace to die,
for something as stupid as war.


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The Widow-maker

Miners aplenty
Succumbed to their profession
Which left their families
In loss depression
 
The cause of their plight
As they went about their tasks
Was the airborne killer
Not protected by masks
 
The pneumatic air drill
Powerfully fed
For the dust it created
Left many miners dead
 
This genius of tool
To be life's taker
Earned it the nickname 
The Widow-maker



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-3.php


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SOUL MATES To Albert

I drove down our lane today,
Remembering our past--
I thought of your touch, Sweetheart,
And what you would probably say.

We shared our first kiss here, my dear-
And looked long into each other's eyes,
We knew we were older,  my Darling-
And yet, we had nothing to fear.

For sixteen years we loved each other
And vowed we would never part,
But Death came to you first, Sweetheart,
Now, over me, your spirit hovers.

I didn't know how deep our love went,
But nine long years has not dimmed its glow,
You are my soul-mate, Darling--
To me, you were heaven sent.

Soul-mates are forever, Sweetheart,
And forever I will  love you---
I know you will meet me at Heaven's gate
Safe at last from Earth's painful darts.


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Widow

Widow:

The oceans black waves cascade like rolls of dark silk onto the land and the salt mixes with the air fiercely, she can feel the texture brush across her rosy cheeks as her distressing eyes gaze outward.

“The sea, the sea is a horrible thing. It’s a cold, unforgiving mistress indeed. Women give their men to tread her harsh alluring waters and she sends back headstones with john doe markers. The sea covets mariners and never lets them go. She holds them hostage in her quaking current then cradles their voyage in her massive arms and with one monstrous hug she sends them to the oceans sandy floor below.

The sea, the sea is bitter and made of morbid intentions. Just like my grandfather, father, and younger brother my husband has been stolen by the sea. But alias, I will not cry because the tears my body weeps remind me of her heartless salty water. Destined or cursed I have been marked a widow, A window by the sea.


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Changeling

I go away down I tell you
I go away down to the river
Leaving the vulgar world behind
I need to go down alone
Alone with the roots
That grown strong then old

I need to think about me
Will be a second me?
Will be one who will look
Like me before I'll return?

When the last drop of a star
Beginning to fill up the natural
Pond with news grasses
Where the meadow
Will laugh with bright color

I will call you I promise you at least
I will be in the last minutes
When I was ready to die.


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How Could a Mother

The word betrayal 
As i say at forty nine
Goes back when i was five
Way back in time

A mother, a father
And two little boys
A mother who played around
For her own little joys

Then one night
When her kids were asleep
Next door started a fire
We were out in the street

Our house was burnt down
Every thing we had was lost
Could we move on as a family
At no matter the cost

It was not to be
As in the courts it was decided
Two boys with their father
And their mother, now divided

What takes a mother
And her decision to leave home
To leave her young boys
In her selfish roam

Her husband, her boys
Start to make a new life
Then on that April day
Again, its filled with strife

William, her eldest
On a Monday night
Was knocked down and killed
Dragged from, her youngest ones sight

He never survived
We thank the angels he never
His limbs of four
Under the van were severed

How could a mother
Be as selfish as this
Leave her two young boys
For her adult bliss

Two years later
Her youngest nearly gone
Upon a bottle he fell
His artery severed, his life withdrawn

Maybe the angels
Were with him that day
For you now read his words
That his history says

Seven years later
My father departed
Broken hearted, distraught
Since her selfishness started

He joined his eldest
As they shone with the stars
Leaving the youngest behind
To live with the scars

Its what happens to a family
That becomes so frail
As she abandons her kids
The ultimate betrayal



My entry into Olusegun Adelana " Betrayal " contest




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-5.php







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Family Conflict

Soft mallets play the xylophone
In comes the low note g on trombone
Two hard mallets add their sound
There's no dry bones around

Soon the sound of a low bassoon
Bongo drum adds its tune
Wind blowing the harsh melody around
Orchestra pitch now the sound

All this floating to the ground
Soon  the only thing to be heard
Loud bassoon making its words
Quiet, quite still; one lone note
Bass drum----boom


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A Gravitational Pull

Stone upon the water front/
Next to the cashmere pillow,
The pier near the gallow shore/
A man began to speak,

Within this land there shall be no way out accept I tax,
This gravitational pull may bring some down,
Yet if you stay and listen very carefully/
You will live through this time and be very happy !

Many of you have become lazy in the manner of laws,
A decree will be summoned to let us know/
The waiting may be hard to comprehend,
Yet within time you can grow to depend/

The fat of the land,
Let this man take you by the hand/
There can be no further excuses or escape,
The way will depend upon the hearer's !


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Last One Loving...

I got a call, I am to report for military duty in the morning..
I reluctantly tell my wife as she was doing her usual cleaning.

She covers her face with her hands and begins to cry.
I gathered her in my arms and told her I would be back by her side.

Holding my wife, I drifted off on the couch, listening to music.
She was singing and humming quietly to the songs and their lyrics.

She tells me she understands and shows her love and support.
Morning finally came, and she drove me to the airport.

We exchange vows again, and I kiss her tenderly..
She whispers that she will remember this moment blithely.

She received his letters, read and cherished every one of them.
Thinking of the times they were together and the essence of him.

A month went by and she tried every possible way to find her soldier.
She closed her pocket filled eyes and prayed he was out of danger.

Three months passed by without word of his well being.
Trying to stay positive but, in her heart was a dreadful feeling.

She felt so oppressed and worried her hands were trembling.
She was weak and weary, her gait was somewhat stumbling.

She hasn't slept, it seems~since he left.
She takes some sleeping pills and takes a long deep breath.

Couple of days go by and he "rolls" through the doors.
He looked at her paleness and begins to feel remorse.

His thoughts start to torment, right or wrong, was now confusing..
Tears fall from his weary face, his mind is loosing…

She deserves better, he tries to reason with himself.
Reaching, he loads the contents~placing the box back on a shelf......


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how can i drive if i can't keep my eyes off the sky

Soul surrender, each reach opaque, gathered incomplete gain; all willingly given for millisecond sight of sky as was eons ago, day guide towards monolith riseth ten thousand kilometers.  Crowned temple as arches multiply and vie for attention by exhale ever so slightly to glorify manifestation of timid illusion, glue to stone seat stare blank blue hue blink.  Envision outside Smith’s grocery store, poisonous pack concealed in cellophane wrap pounded upon palm to situate tobacco properly.  Corner clarity bare witness stretched weathered skin fallen upon weary bones, a dusty duet walk, pull trigger in longing serenity lapse moments as weak, draped in silence.  Half hunched over little time prior to cruel muse grip.  Left of man lurches ahead in front, near dry woman cuts right.  Woman cries out, “the car is over here,” in crackling strained voice.  Shout carries in breeze to hearing aid.  Man halts, confusion infection injects sense, fifteen yards distance but reluctantly switches direction to join other shortly.  He speaks.  “I knew that,” quip in deep toned disbelief by woman who vocalizes doubt.  “No you didn’t, not to mention you’ve been doing that a lot lately.”  Adjacent to one another couple takes gravel path to vehicle, twenty-two car crash inevitable seconds later.  
Life is but a dream.  When you die, you wake.  Stay asleep, eternity creep close, potential outcome grows to singular eventuality.  Law obsolete, physics but self, capability extends hallucinations, and being hinder significant beauty wither.  
When stop, smile.


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Who to Turn to?

"Who to turn to?"

Walking on a sidewalk
in downtown New Orleans.
Night is the worse time to be out.
A father coming from work,
a long day at the office, he just wants to be home.
In just a matter of minutes,
a life is taken during a drive-by.

A little boy, and his mother, wait at home.
Waiting for daddy to arrive,
so they can all have dinner.
An hour passes by.. two hours, then three.
Where is he? Did something happen?

As soon as she goes to call the police
a knock is pounding on the door.
"Hi, I'm Officer Williams. I'm afraid I have bad news."
She knew at that moment
that her life was over.
Her love, her best friend,
was gone.
Who will she turn to?
To talk to when she's got a problem,
to lean on when she needs a shoulder.
Who will she turn to?


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WITH YOU NOT THERE

Trunk full of memories we once shared 
A wallet photo signed with care 
In my drawer a lock of hair
All the memories with you not there
Cards from Christmas and valentines
Personilized glasses for a little wine
Looking through the memories with my time to spare 
All alone with you not there


Details | I do not know? | |

Our love

Our love was a blessing from the sky
Was our dream come true
Our love tramsformed us in two forever in love butterflyes
That will meet again in the eternal blue
Our love had wings of angels
Was deep like the wild ocean
Our love was dreams and passions
That made us to be each other devotion
God build us our own world
With laughs and tears and smiles
And now that I'm alone
That world it dissapeared
But our love will always be there
Is never gonna fade
Because God gaved us the same path
In the eternity together again to be.


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Under a Full Moon Sky

She sits on the jetty
Under a full moon sky
Wondering why
Just wondering why

Her lover, her man
Has been lost at war
Why was he there
What was he fighting for

In a distant place
So far from their home
He was taken from her
In her mind she combs

Can she face tonight
Will she bear tomorrow
Her heart's been wrenched
In heartfelt sorrow

As she sits on the jetty
Under a full moon sky
To all the others who have lost
Will they ever wonder why?

 

http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-3.php


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once longing love

This time your eyes don't seem to bare the familiar strength
you been staying away from me you've gone to every length
i did every thing i could to lend a helping hand
now your broken and its hard to under stand
this was no ones plan love makes harsh demands

even though i can see your heart is truly broke
when i tried to hold you i was just a joke
now things are changed nothing like before
i have become something so much more
a ache still nags deep within my core a life left in ashes spread upon the floor

i wonder where you ll go who you ll see
i wonder if the only thing you think about is me
the empty hole of things left unsaid
a wall of noise stands strong in my head
some how this feel like I'm dead but I'm watching in you go instead

how many times could i try to be the one you needed but i know it was the ego i feed ed
a callous soul without any notion of truth hope or devotion
farewell my once longing love


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Forget Me Not

I cried a tear
Or two today
While I packed
Your things away
I carefully placed 
Each piece in a box
As not to break
Forget me nots
Pictures we took
Memories we made
Side by side
Together they laid
I stood there for
A minute or two
Gently whispered
"I love you"
Then I placed the lid
On the box
As I promised
To forget you not


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THE UNION,:supportWidows supportWidowers

From far away past where silent orbs
Danced to rhythms of unknown forces forging
Newer niches in cloud then soil then rock,
Smouldering, sizzling silently as time tic toc
Ebbed away, watching life on some lifeless rock surging,
To this day when we dance to the rhythm of Forbes,
The moon and sun in divine love urging
Have danced about the earth: light source upon a rock,
Bringing life to earth when the sullen clock
Calls out the grim owl, vile wolf, and sturdy sturgeon
Through the silent night nobody else disturbs,
Locked in eternal enthralment, watching the dark dungeon
Earth would be but for the sun- or moonlight it absorbs.
Moonlight from sunlight like new groom and virgin
Locked in an embrace older than Eden’s first baulk,
But sealed forever to work on this blue rock;
Bringing light to life on earth at dawn then dusk, merging
Efforts: sun casts its beams on daytime suburbs
But when the earth turns as if to shun its scourging,
That age old mission bound to fail as dusk struck
Finds new life in the passive glitter on that battered rock,
The partner playing its part, for so it was from the first forging.
From far away past, as far back as the silent space orbs,
The sun and moon in sublime love urging.
Have danced about and cast shadows out of this rock
And so it should be, for when one’s gone and you lose the rock
Foundation of the union, then is there but darkness and dirge in
The picture, and the survivor is just a lifeless rock listening for hope in the orbs.
 
(c)Nyonglema


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Decapitated father

When I went in the attic of my house, I found a decapitated head.
It was a terrifying fright and it was terrible that this man was dead.
I found that man's head just one day after I bought my estate.
It was bad enough to murder but it was monstrous to decapitate.

When that poor man's son saw his father's head, it crushed his spirit.
I tried to comfort him with words but he was in too much pain to hear it.
The rest of that man's body hasn't been found.
His family is miserable because he's no longer around.

It broke my heart to see his family in such distress.
They're lost without him, their lives are a mess.
I'll never forget the looks on the faces of his wife and son.
When the murderer is found, I hope he gets the death penalty for what he has done.

(This is a fictional poem.)


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OH, MARIANNA GRAZIA!

Oh, Marianna Grazia...
was my friendly neighbor,
a lovely lady in her eighties!
She became a widow when her
husband died of a brain tumor,
he was a sailor of many oceans;
how evident was the sadness
of Marianna Grazia!


She had a Grand Piano, made of cherry oak,
not covered with a speck of dust, and smiling
she played an improvisation with style; 
and it depended on her mood! The rays of sunlight
entered diagonally and rested on it, while
her feeble fingers played the same, harmonic melody;
and her hubby liked to hear those notes enthusiastically...
that's how I remember Marianna Grazia at her best!


Oh, Marianna Grazia...
went to church every Sunday,
and passing by my gate, she always said
hello, and asked how things were going! 
She gave every kid on the block candy
and flowers she grew in the back-yard;
oh, I miss how you hummed that song... 
oh, Marianna Grazia!


Today I walked by her house,
the Venetian blinds were closed at noon,
I was overtaken by a sudden gloom;
her youngest daughter approached me
and mutterred very grieving words,
" My mom has passed away in a tragic way,
she slipped and fell, and hit the cement;
she passed out as blood gushed from her forehead."  


Oh, Marianna Grazia...
never will I have another conversation
about her experience in Normandy, 
and the stories of a nurse during World War II,
were as inspirational as her vocation!
Oh, Marianna Grazia...
look down below and wave gracefully;
life is not as everlasting as that love given by you,
oh, Marianna Grazia!


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Becoming Of The Banshee

There was a beautiful girl
Who had the whole world at her feet
But then she did meet
The man of her dreams
He was as kind and gentle as he seemed

Very soon they were married
The couple beamed
They were so happy
She called his family her own
That's how close they had grown
Man and wife bought a house
They soon called home

But fate, as it is known
Has ways of rearing its ugly head
And it seems that these two
Were due their share
Of bad luck

The husband was struck down
With a terrible illness
And soon he was dead
As she sat by his bed
The girl was filled with dread
Her husband was gone but
There was so much left unsaid

As the girl wept
Something inside her crept
And suddenly she let out an inhumane howl
A noise that most people would call fowl

The nurse who looked after her husband scowled in disapproval
And sent for immediate removal
The girl soon died of a broken heart
But that wasn't the end
It was just the start

She loved his family with all her heart
So after she died
She would cry and wail
Without fail
For any member who passed away
And she is still with that family to this very day
For she was the very first banshee



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Tears

A light rain on a summer day
A down pour on a day in May
Waves rushing in at high tide
Every time i cried
Tears Flow


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The Pain Of A Young Widow

The pain of a young widow....
Her husband has just died and she can still smell his cologne
She can still remember the last words his beautiful lips spoke
"I love you.."
She cries and cries
Shes upset with herself...
Shes upset with God..
And shes upset with everyone who has happiness...
Shes upset with her friends geting over his death so quickly
She thinks"why'd he have to leave me"...
She stays home and looks at the window hoping that it was all a dream
That her new husband would come home with flowers and joy.....
As she sits she neglects everything.....
Her health......
She neglects her baby...
Her baby gets taken away..
She justs waves through the windows at the trees imagining and hoping....
She sits and waits...until shes tired of waiting...
She goes back to life thinking that she still has everything,....
The widow lost everything she wasn't young anymore.....
The pain of what used to be a young widow...


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WE'LL ALL REUNITE IN TIME

WE’LL ALL REUNITE IN TIME


Fame, wealth, prestige, and wild women
For too long were my passions of life.
One day I found sweet liberation
When God gave my heart to my wife.

33 years we loved one another
Sharing all we possessed and more.
Last year she passed in the middle of night
Never to shadow our door.

I’m sure in rapture, she awaits
For me to arrive in heaven divine.
I’ll miss our children and grandkids too
But we’ll all reunite in time.


By Tom Zart



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Riding

Riding into the sunset 
Good that you could go with me
Enjoying the beauty together

God granted us a reprieve
Just a short time of beauty
To feast in the gifts of his love

Hoping for many more sunsets
Colors varying each day of our abode
Some day maybe we can stroll

Soaking up the last of the rays
Just hold hands and be raptured
Into the sunset we'll just walk away


(Thoughts after a beautiful sunset October 25, 2009 and today the poem was just in a 
flowing form whatever that form happens to be. Reprieve here means a temporary relief
(from stress in our lives).)


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No Color or Relgion, Ever Stopped a Bullet from a Gun

I heard on the news
Another two are lost
That makes 206
Is there, a whatever the cost
 
We are there to assist
A country so reft
Inner fighting
To help the rest of the left
 
Guerrilla warfare
Tactically strong
Thousands of miles
Where we don't belong
 
The people we vote in
Would they go in their place
To show their people
Dying is no disgrace
 
I will never allow
My children to fight
A war so improper
A conflict not right
 
To show our presence
As we parade their land
A remote explosion
Blown up on demand
 
How can we serve
A regime so unfair
They can starve their women
Because he can't have her there
 
To fight for their freedom
As they fight themselves
The decision should be made
To save ourselves
 
The Russians failed
So now we try
Coalition troops
In daily die
 
The modern wars
Will always be run
No color or religion
Ever stopped a bullet from a gun



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war.php


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Teardrops of War and Pain

Teardrops dropping,
My heart nearly stopping,
When you left me standing here,
You said "Goodbye, my sweet dear."

I asked for you to stay,
If not for another year, then perhaps one more day.
You looked me in the eyes,
And said "This may be our last goodbyes."

You kissed me with tenderness,
As if this may be our last, final kiss.
Ours lips parting,
The situation hardening.

As I said "I love you so,
I don't want you to go",
Pulled up a sandy, monstrous truck,
Alerted to shoot, but not at a duck.

I saw such pain in your eyes,
When we told one another of our love, and then goodbye's.

I'll never forget what happened that day;
I can't sleep at night, so I walk to the bay.
The bay is so full of our love,
The one thing that accompanies me is a dove.

I cry teardrops of war and pain,
To only know of what I lost, but will never again gain.
I hope for you to come back home,
Until I find out that I have to find a silent, cement dome.

Everyday and every night,
The pain is too much to bear to eat even a bite,
As I sit here at the eating table,
I'll admit, I don't think, anytime soon, I'll be stable.

The pain is too much to take,
I'm dying of this terrible heart ache.

I cry so many teardrops of war and pain,
That I think I'll never, again be sane.


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The Man at the Corner

The man at the corner
is waiting for me.
He is standing there
extremely patiently.

I see him 
in a dark brown coat.
Which compliment 
his chocolate brown eyes.

The bright red roses in his hand
I can see from down the block.
He looks down at his watch
and notices that I am late.

I start to walk a little faster.
My heels click upon the sidewalk.
He looks up into my eyes
And he smiles as he walks towards me.

A deafening screech
brings us to a halt.
A flash of red 
drenches me in filth.

His eyes open wide
and he walks towards me.
The red flash comes faster and
plows over the man.

He keeps driving 
into the building.
I sprint to the man
Who is dying before my eyes.

I softly lift his head
And he looks into my eyes.
Coughs a little blood
and says the words I love you.

The words leave my mouth as well
with tears down my cheeks.
As his eyes roll back into his head
I kiss him on the lips.

Tears break out once more
As he is put into the ground.
The ring on my left hand
I'm twisting nervously around.

I cry at the diamond
and curse that I was late.
For if I wasn't 
he would have lived.

The man at the corner was my husband
waiting there for me 
He was standing there
extremely patiently.



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Jealousy

He stood upon the parapet
Tittering on the ledge
Giggling to himself 
And shuffling closer to the edge

For seven storeys down below
His wife and lover stood
He knew what they were up to
And it surely wasn’t good

Chuckling to himself, and 
Moving slowly to the verge
The anger burning deeply, and
It fired a deadly urge

Laughing like a loony
Leaping headlong from his roost
Madly flapping arms to give 
His fall an added boost

“Your smiling now you rotten cow
You won’t find this so funny
I’d rather die than let you try
To get hold of my money”

Half way down toward the ground
His progress slowly halted
That crazy grin turned awful thin
He thought his plan was thwarted

His braces caught the flag pole
And it hindered his descent
He hovered for a moment
And then flying up he went

Bouncing up and bouncing down
Till finally it stopped
He smiled a rueful smile, and then
His trouser buttons popped

Continuing his journey
As he hurtled earthward bound
His wife and lover sidestepped
And he crashed into the ground

Laughing like a drain he seemed
To find it awfully funny
Though nearly dead he turned and said
“I really missed you honey”


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Forever and Ever (I'll Always Love You)

My life began the day we met
The world, it looked brand new.
Colors brighter, music sweeter
And all because of you.
You took a life of sadness
And you made it oh so sweet
But now you're gone and yet.......

I love you more with each passing day
Though God saw fit to take you away.
When I think of our love, it still seems brand new
Forever and ever, I'll always love you.



 I still feel you close by my side.
The pain's so deep, it cuts like a knife
When you went away, my heart broke into little pieces.
But I'll put those pieces back together 
Because I know some day, we'll be together again.
But until then...............

I'll love you more with each passing day
Though God saw fit to take you away.
When I think of our love, it still seems brand new
Forever and ever, I'll always love you.

Oh, when I think of our love
It still seems brand new
Forever and ever, I'll always love you.


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Rwanda Wrongs

In 1957, there existed a plan
To rid Rwanda of the Tutsi clan
Power they had, too much for one side
The foundation for, future Genocide
 
1960, the monarchy was gone
Will both sides sing the same song
Sadly not as the persecutions start
Ripping this African country apart
 
1973, under a new regime
Juvénal Habyarimana promised restrain
Progress and reconciliation proposed to be
For this country to unite, finally
 
1994, Habyarimana gunned down
His assassination, country drowns
This killing of him, the carnage starts
Population half, ripped apart
 
The killings horrific, no one spared
Machete slain, heads caved
Hacking, be-headings as families fall
As CNN tune in, the world appalled
 
The continuance, of the slaughtered tribes
Men, women and children you can't describe
Women raped, and the unborn slain
This horrific act of human pain
 
Most of the fallen, in their own villages dead
By another clan, they thought were friends
Indescribable to the world as our televisions show
The massacre of innocents, as we watch blow by blow
 
Where does it all end, can we try the same songs
How many more of these Rwanda wrongs
It appears to be a human trait
To kill each other for the sake of it


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Hell Without You

I know I can’t stay,
I died the night you passed away,
I’m stuck haunting this place like a ghost.
Hell looks a lot like home,
My post,
Greeted by your scent in the bedroom
I’ve found my doom,
In a home I haunt.

Sulking like a ghost,
I’m wasting away,
I died the day you did,
But in a completely different way.
Hell looks a lot like home.

Lost without you beside me,
Hold me close,
Protect me.
Never deny me what I want
And all I want is you
So keep me close.
But without you, you haunt my dreams,
I see you everywhere,
But things aren’t as they seem.
Even heaven is hell without you,
And this home looks a lot like hell to me.


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Fireplace Memories

I want to see you burn
in the fireplace
where we kept warm.

Entranced by the flames,
crackling
and the charred wood,
glowing
with a slight hint of blue.

Reminds me of your eyes.

I want to see you there
in place of the wood,
your skin melting
up and down your arms
and your legs
resembling the bark,
rough and black.

I can imagine your distorted face
with your eyes widely opened
into tunnels of spinning waves

your mouth twisted
into a cave
of screeching bats.

Sounds like music.

I want to see
every shred
of your clothes burn
while you squirm
in the light
of my revenge.

Your eyes blue
as the flames,
your skin rough
as the bark.

It makes me smile.

I open my eyes
to see you lying next to me,
half asleep.

I find myself disappointed
as I slowly wake up
and realize you breathing,
alive again.


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Not Forever

I know that you’re gone now, Hun
But there’s something I have to 
Get off my chest;
Your memories are scattered throughout my house
And many nights now, I’ve sat with no rest.
Our family hold strong as you have left
And my heart still beats in time with yoursw.

I know you left without a fuss
Glad to be gone
Of the pain 
Trying to live,
Laying there, struggling with no gain.

Now is goodbye, but it’s not forever.
We will see each other again
And laugh and smile over our
Treasured Memories.


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Waiting For Thee

The years has came and went
Leaving many memories to
Hold
Some a bit bitter
Some so sweet

On the shore's I wait for thee
Each time I shed a tear
There is a sad sigh it bring

So bitter it leave me here
Waiting on the shore's for thee
A tear fell, than
A sigh

I know you had to go

I feel you looking down here 
From above

But the fact remain I miss you
So
My tears flow like rain

I imagine you were there waiting
For me
Than I think how happy I will
Be
To walk Thur heaven with you
Holding my hand

Me beside you once again
Feeling you
Looking upon your smiling
Face
The twinkle in your eyes you
Get when you smile

How I loved to sit and look
Into your eyes

Just to watch how your eyes
Twinkle when you smile

Oh, how your eyes would twinkle
When you laugh

But I know one day

You will be waiting at the
Shore for me
One day as I stand by the
Shore's looking for thee


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Day After You ve Gone

When I awoke this morning the sun
was shinning so bright, I couldn’t believe
it for it should have be dark and gloomy…

Birds’ singing on high, singing in the
spring, this is not right for it should
be quiet and bleak…

I went to sit in that big old chair
cradling my head trying to understand
why you are dead…

Didn’t get the chance to tell you good-bye
or hold you in my arms for the last time…

As I set here I feel like we were cheated,
cheated to chance of that last hug, kiss and
to say, be seeing you someday…

The days will seem so empty without you
by my side and thank God for the memories
for if not I am sure I would die…

Keep hearing you in my head, I think
you are saying live in the warmth, sing
with the birds for they are telling you
how much you are loved…

Just know that when you hear my
whisper in your head that God has allowed
me to so  you are not to despair…

God has his arms around me guiding me
along until the day we are together again
and  I wish you happiness until that short
fleeting time is gone and you are by my side…

By Sandra Lea Hoban
©2012


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You Are My Curse

I had to let it all go,
The day and night,
Their hours ran too slow.
It was more than just a fight.
I trusted you and knew you,
My love succumbed to the worst,
Faith and loyalty just wouldn’t do.
You became my curse.
 
I was pulled down to Earth’s plane,
And judgment did set in.
Then new days begin.
I stood parallel as many went insane.
My heart drenched and my soul crunched,
I couldn’t let my heart take this very much.
I died and I died losing each endless breath,
I swallowed the victory and ate your death.
 
You reaped and I sowed,
But I saw no one grow,
Not even you.
What was I to do?
I let it go very slow,
Now I am all grown,
And I’m on my own.
I died watching you go.
 
I will always remember begging mercy,
I will always know this pain,
You are my curse you see,
And nothing did you gain.
I can never just be alright,
I can never love you the same again.
I died watching you go out of sight.
You are my curse and forever in my heart you made an end.


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As i Sit Here on This Rock

My Dear,
 
As i sit here on this rock, and look out at the sea
These waters now grey and calm, that took you away from me
 
Another stormy night, down the Californian coast
Your ship lies torn and twisted, while the reaper quietly toasts
 
Tomorrow i will start, a new day in my life
For on this note i write, to have been proud to be your wife
 
My darling i give to you, this letter on the waves
While my words are flowing true, my heart for you still craves


My entry for Brian Strand's contest " My Dear "



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-2.php


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The Crying Tears Of Your Violin

The Crying Tears Of Your Violin
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
   You take to the night in dreamlike trance
In tears you play of the beauty within
Followed through with the sorrow of life
The crying tears of your violin.
   People gather round you in homage 
Mystified by your astonishing sound
Holding hands in lovely sway
Anguish at the theater in the round.
   This seed of disparity planted on yesterday’s morn 
The lovely life of your child’s dismay 
A home disgraced in torching flame
The new found place of a mother’s grave.
   Into the fields of lilac dress
Fortunes of misfortune display less fortunate
Taciturn dreams explode in reverent voice
As life, becomes no more less than ornate.
   Yet you are not alone in your world
As the people sway to the comfort of your soul
Melting within the musical melody of sorrow
While placing their coin into your bowl.
   Where heaven blooms in saddened cry
Lonely love strums chords within
Displays a broken heart unto the crowd
The crying tears of your violin.
     ©By: Darren J McMurray
              November 11, 2008


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' Warriors ... The Battle Cry Song ... '

There Are Sounds of Ancient Thunders
There Are Sounds of Ancient Drummers
        Calling … Brave Warriors
         Gladiators and Warriors

And They’re Marching To The Cadence of Their Hearts’ Pounding
Marching, To The Cadence of The World’s Rage Resounding
They’re Going By The Beat of Their Heart’s Pumping
By The Steady Flow of Blood and Bloodlust, Tells Me Somethin’

               … Warriors …
         Courageous Warriors …

Chorus:

But, We’ve Seen These Men, Playing With Their Children
We’ve Seen These Sons and Their Laughter, I’m Hearing
We’ve Seen These Men, Loving Their Babies
And Tenderly Holding and Kissing Their Ladies

               … Warriors …
         Courageous Warriors …

2nd Chorus:

Oh Lord, Please Stop These Warriors’ Battle Cry
And The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Mothers and Wives
The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Little Ones’ Eyes
The Battle Cry, Coming From Warriors … When They Die

               … Warriors …
         Courageous Warriors …

Sticks and Stones, Swords, Arrows and Bombs
Lances, Knives, Hand to Hand Combat, Napalm
God Almighty, Oh, Thy Kingdom Come
Please Rescue Us, From The Kingdom of The Gun …

And Prophecy Is Marching – Listen, All Who Arms Bear
Warriors, Must Beat War Weapons Into Plowshares            ( Isa. 2: 4 )
And When War, Is No More, Then We Will Hear
All Warriors’ Battle Cry, Will Be An Amen Cheer !

              … Gentle Warriors …
            Peace-Loving, Warriors …

2nd Chorus:

Oh Lord, Please Stop These Warriors’ Battle Cry
And The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Mothers and Wives
The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Little Ones’ Eyes
The Battle Cry, Coming From A Warrior’s … Last ‘ Why ? ’

                … Warriors …
           Courageous Warriors …

How Can Flesh and Blood, Mortal-Men, Be So Fearless, I Wonder
Are They Strengthened By Duty, Love and Honor
Facing Danger, Death and Being Torn Asunder
Sacrificing All, As A Fallen Soldier …

                 … Warrior …
           Courageous Warrior …


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Why?

A man disappears where abouts unknown
Not at his work not at his home
Days pass as a passer by finds
His right leg in a country wind
 
Days later his left arm in a ditch
All is quiet, enquiries have hit a hitch
News comes in of a Torso being found
Beside the river on common waste ground
 
What posses a person to maim this way
As every dog has its day
Policing, forensics in this modern age
Will endeavour to capture this killer of rage
 
But what do we do when we capture them
Send them to prison as they live like men
A lethal injection, a fair way to put them down
To cleanse rightfully our cities and towns
 
Through out the world many families have suffered
These crimes of killers and sadistic cowards
We are taxed for our efforts in life as we work
They may never get out, but living is their perk.


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The Visit

Today as I visit ~ this place of grass and stone
I trace your name ~ as I stand here alone
In the air I smell the presence ~ of a cold winter rain
Each visit I make ~ causes heartbreaking pain
Dark clouds move in ~ and the sky turns black
I kneel down and cry ~ as the rain pounds my back

I see white roses ~ placed beside a white stone
The pureness of innocence ~ their aroma alone
A streak of lightning ~ flashes across the dark sky
Lighting images on this field ~ as my eyes start to cry
I stare at the marble ~ feeling lost by myself
As an image of you ~ passes by with a smile

A cool breeze blows in ~ as snowflakes start to fall
Goosebumps take their toll ~ as the cool air turns raw
I look to the sky ~ with tears in my eyes
I call out your name ~ in whispering cries
As an emotion of delight ~ sends me what I crave
I return my sight ~ on the stone and the grave

As my visit ends ~ I kneel and kiss the stone
Then I wade through the snow ~ to my car all alone
Looking back I see ~ two footprints below
There side by side ~ There in the snow
As I enter the highway ~ I feel your presence dissapear
Whispering I love you ~ as I shed a tear


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Marie II-- Troubled Tides

Wake up with a dream on your eyes left with the hearts that bid you Goodbye Shadow Dreamer-- Poisoned Lover Venom seeps through the Way The Way you held on to Me There's a Thorn in your Heart I left it there so the dreams and your pain shall unfold Inside you and all of your Lithium Lovers You're my lover, My Dear The Greatest Enemy I had to Contend pretending with "I Love You" but I know you Hate me till Hell's End Is it in Vain? You Sleep with the hate How can you dodge the fate? You let the Dagger dance on your Tongue You are my beloved Enemy Marie


Details | Classicism | |

Why not

You take the knife to your wrist and you dig a little deeper. You feel like no one will 
miss you here, you feel like you dyeing doesn't matter. Your life is hell you can't 
stand it, you just want to end it. What's to lose, no one's stoping you go ahead and 
just do it. blood starts to poor, you are dyeing, everywhere there are faces 
crying.You look around without a sound perfectly silent. There she stands your 
Beautiful Jenny. You left her without a love without a thought. So much for why not. Was it worth it now to leave her with a frown. A broken heart full of sorrow...you say your good bye's for now you have died.....And here your Jenny stand's and cries.....You said there was no point to live and that nobody would care....But look into her eye's ans see her soul fade away.....And tell me was is worth it to to end your life to enter hell's gates? but remember you said why not....well here is your answer......THE GIRL YOU LOVE!


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I Still Love You

So helpless are we against this disease,
That’s robbing your mind with so much ease,
It’s painful to watch you slipping away,
A little bit more with each passing day.

You’ve been my rock for 40 years,
That very thought brings me to tears,
For a man so big so strong yet mild,
To now have the mind of a little child.

At first we both thought it was just old age,
But it was the “intruder” setting the stage,
Preparing a place for his presence to dwell,
Then ever so slowly you were under his spell.

You’ve forgotten everyone you used to know,
In detail you talk of long ago,
If un-supervised you’ll lose your way,
I often choke up with no words to say.

Until one day to my surprise,
You looked at me with those big brown eyes,
Then uttered “I love you and I always will,”
I tearfully answered that “I loved you still.”

So lovely and briefly you came back to me,
Sounding like the man you used to be,
We basked in the moment so fleeting so fast,
Then abruptly you left; I knew this wouldn’t last.

How thankful I was for that time together,
Having you back brought so much pleasure,
Shortly there after you gave up the fight,
I'll treasure my memories with all my might…


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Man In A Bottle

Dead end story, dead end train,
No girl left to find, no heart left to claim,
Held back by the glasses and clinking of ice,
The whiskey, the bar, the story of my life.

Tears in the whiskey draw memories to view,
A girl in my arms, our hearts born anew,
The dress, the kiss, the vows and the love,
Tears fall once more as I look up above.

To the tattered old ceiling, a cobweb or two,
Look past to the sky, like your eyes, colored blue,
See your smile through rain, and your face through the sky,
Goodbye sweet angel, forever goodbye.

Fog my memory, take the reigns,
With liquid fire, flood my veins,
Pour it through and watch me burn,
A man in a bottle with a lot to learn.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Cloud-Cover

Cloud-Cover… On A Sunny Day
Got Me On This Hill… Looking-Up and Dreaming
Cloud-Cover… I Just Want To Lay
And Watch The Sunrays Gently Beaming…
… thru The Cloud-Cover… Cloud Cover

Cloud-Cover… Like A Gentle Lover
A Sweetheart, That’s Somewhere Far Away
Who, Sends A Message… To This Hillside Clover…
… and Me… Wishing Both, Could Stay…
… just Like Cloud-Cover… Cloud Cover

Oh, Let Our Lives, Be Like Close-Cloud-Cover
Gently Rolling By, Slowly, On The Breeze
Rise Up With Love, For One Another
And Ride The Wind.. ‘til We Are Free…
… Discover, Cloud-Cover… Cloud Cover

Cloud-Cover… Was A Sunny Day
… but I Hear Distant Thunder… On A Hill…
Cloud-Cover… I Have To Pray…
I’m Running Thru The Rain… ‘Cause I Feel A Chill…
… Don’t Let It Be My Cloud-Cover!... Not My Cloud-Cover!
…Nor My Son, Daughter, Mother, Father… Or My Brother…

Cloud Cover… Please… Cloud Cover…

   In Memory of Those Taken From Us...


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Paths to ponder

This location in the deep woods
Amongst the mist
With the moss filled aroma in the air 
This place is where 
She misplaced him so long ago 
Now peace lingers  
As she passes the trail where she buried him 
A secret she keeps, 
While endlessly smirking



(Note this is not about my husband!)


Details | I do not know? | |

Rusty

RUSTY

They met somewhat late in life
She no husband, he no wife
Neither one that lost or lonely
Neither one the one and only
His friends said here’s your chance
Get on out and join the dance
There’s no telling what you’ll find
When you open up your mind

He said “Say a prayer for me”
They said – go on seize the day
See how happy you can be
And his spirits soared away

Their romance was slow at start
But their love grew deep at heart
Each one learning more to care
They made such a perfect pair
A backyard wedding came their way
On some say that year’s hottest day
But their love was plain to see
They were somehow meant to be                                 

He said “Say a prayer for me”
She knelt by his side to pray
Whispered “Oh how I love you”
And their spirits soared that day

But then one day he said “Dear
I feel weak - please hold me near
I don’t know what it’s about
But I know we’ll work this out”
Oh the years were way too short                          
Came the doctor’s last report
“Go and stay close by his side,
He is on his final ride”                                    

And then standing by his bed
With no tears left to be shed
The kids now gathered round
Showing all the love he’d found
They all said their last good byes
As they wiped their crying eyes
She said, “Dear what can I do
To help you make it through?”

 He said “Say a prayer for me”
She knelt by his side to pray
Whispered “Oh how I love you”
As his spirit slipped away 


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Without You

Sometimes I wonder
Are you really mine
Do you truly exist
Is this our time

Never could I imagine
What life would be like
How you not with me
Just wouldn't feel right

My mind is frantic 
Depression setting deep
Why would you do that
Stealing my sleep

Turn back for good
I can't move on 
For better or for worse
But the worst has come

When will I get better
Will it be never
Somehow it won't happen
Until we're back together


Details | Ballad | |

Forsaken Eurydice

[Satyr]
A quick game is all it will be
I can tell you can hear my shouts and screams from forest 
Your home it beckons thee
Why won't you come and play with me?
 
Why cant you cure her?
The venom isn't too deep
If you could awaken her once
Cant you do it again
 Did sorrow blind you?
 
 [Orpheus] 
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee
Why I not could listen to the dread king
All the life to you I could bring
I had to look back with eyes of dismay
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee 
Music no more will there be 
For I have forsaken my Eurydice 
 
 [Persophone] 
He will never listen 
No is all you will hear
Death is always the killer of love
Death will always win
 
 [Hades] 
Go back to your kingdom
My words have been proclaimed
Your music will not be able to charm
 
 [Persophone] 
Why don't you please
Give him his love
He went this far in vainI
f he cannot see her blank face
Wont why you please
 
  [Orpheus]
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee
Why I not could listen to the dread king
All the life to you I could bring
I had to look back with eyes of dismay
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee 
Music no more will there be
 For I have forsaken my Eurydice
 
 [Hades]
If it will please
You can see her
Only without your eyes
Throughout the dark realm
Looking back will forsaken your Eurydice
 
  [Orpheus]
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee
Why I not could listen to the dread king
All the life to you I could bring
I had to look back with eyes of dismay
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee 
Music no more will there be
 For I have forsaken my Eurydice


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Kiss Me Into Heaven

Call to me softly that I might hear- 
The words of tenderness I hold so dear.
Remind me of days long ago passed,
 When blue was the sky and green was the grass.
 My darkened eyes no longer see- 
The world we shared just you and me.
But memories prevail as does our love,
 For it was a gift from up above
. And when I draw my very last breath,
 And I walk into the light -
 I'll wait for you to follow,
 On your own special night.
 For now I must leave you my husband so dear,
 My destiny awaits- On that I'm clear.
 Cry not for me, I ask of you ,
For I am going Home-
 A place I've often dreamed of,
 A place with cobbled stone.
 I'll see familiar faces-
 With arms stretched out wide- 
There to help guide me- there by my side.
 So Kiss Me Into Heaven
Sending me on my way- 
For this is not the end of life,
 It is my new birthday.
And just when you feel that you can't go on,
 And you've given up on life?
Call out to me and I will come-
Your Angel of the night.


Details | I do not know? | |

Portrait

I painted for you a portrait
Of my most romantic dream
Wrapped it in a bed sheet
And hid it behind the cellar stairs
In hopes that you would never look there

It's a picture of us dancing
In a garden you planted just for me
You remembered my favorite flowers
Yellow roses, glorious carnations
In every color of which you could think

I was hoping to give you this one day
Hoped to prove to you in some special way
When I just couldn't find the words to say
I'm still madly in love with you

I guess that means if you're reading this
I'm no longer within your reach
And if there is one thing I need you to know
I am missing you as well


Details | Rhyme | |

" The Life Of Me " page 2 of 2

So in 83 i met a girl, Nicola's her name, my heart was a whirl 
We courted and married, in the space of 3 years 
It changed my life, disquelled previous tears 
Over the years, we are blessed with 4 kids 
Nightmares of the past, are now well rid

It's now 2008 and i'm feeling so low, just as lonely as i was before
There's various reasons for this lines to be said, as i stare at our house front door.
Dare i go through, but do i dare
James, it's not just about you - but your childrens welfare

What will i find inside or out, if someone can help me, please give me a shout
Will i ever find, what i'm looking for  - in this world or the next
It will be through my last door


" Well i have found what i am looking for, it's being read on this wonderful site - my
poetry. But the bigger plus is the people who are reading it, Poetry Soup Family "
                                                       ( Bless you all )

                                   http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/me.php


Details | Light Poetry | |

' May Moonlight Touch ... '

May Moonlight Touch Your Pillow
As You Lie, Awake In Bed …
May Moonlight Touch Your Pillow
And Glow Around Your Head …

May Moonlight Touch Your Pillow
But, Never Touch Your Face
‘ Lest, You Forget The Yellow
Ribbon, I Put Into Place

May Moonlight Touch Your Pillow
But, Never Light Upon Your Lips
And Drink Nectar and Swallow
And Linger For More Sips

May Moonlight Touch Your Pillow
But Never Brush Against Your Cheek …
My Fingers, Own That Fellow
And On My Palm, You Must Not Cheat

May Moonlight Touch Your Pillow
But Never Alight Upon Your Eyes
For I Would Build A Gallows
And Rise and Hang Her Moonbeams High !

For Alas, My Sweet, The Willows Weep
 Sighing, As  Bedroom Drapes Billow
Guarding Dreams Deep … Watching You Sleep
As Moonlight, Touched Your Pillow …


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Sunset Dinner

[///
I would tell him, 
but he hunkered 
down in his bunker, 
debriefing
with one-thousand-caliber cans of beer.
He rationed himself,
confidentially,
to every Bud.
Every friend
poured from their head-wound
deafening - distinctive - gurgles.
	                               ///]


(…
I dine at a wide clay table -
face the gold-red wall.
I serve myself a setting yolk -
season it with salt.
I eat my meal, and quickly-
forbid the air its warmth.
I stuff myself with sunset;
starved in bed, I bawl
as dusk, so kind, wraps leftovers
for tomorrow evening’s gall
                                         …)


He (like the day) has set;
sunsets taste – different –


Details | I do not know? | |

Final Reply

I married her nearly ten years ago, never had I ever seen 

a bride with such a radiant glow. She was my everything 

and so much more, when I meet her all my prayers had been answered. 

To me she was all that a wife should be. Ten months after our 

wedding day, we shared in the birth of our first born... 

We named him Emanuel, which means the beginning and end. He was 

to be the sign of our beginning and hopefully a way our love 

might not ever end. As the years went by, my beautiful bride 

started to change and our love seem to be dying as fast as it 

had begun... She said she needed some time apart. I been reduced 

to just a weekend dad... As I sat there in my hotel room with tears filling the very 

wells of my eyes. As I scribbled on my note pad for the very last time 

and sip on my final bottle of wine. 

My left hand full of pain killers and my right hand clutching 

my nine...I realized, this would probably be my final reply and 

the end of what was to be a lifetime. As I end this day with my 

final reply. "Our vows said until the end and in sickness and 

health” seems like I have chosen the end instead...until we see 

each other again?

Jay Andrew Anderson-Taylor 

Copyright ©2008 Jay Andrew Anderson-Taylor 


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Nurture

A ticking time bomb
Full of chaos
Self destructive 
Nurturing for
Your empty soul
You're searching
For what will fill
The emptiness you feel
You will never find the
Truth with your eyes closed
Walking in darkness
You swallow the lies
You have been told
Living your existence
In blissful ignorance
Until it kills you


Details | Senryu | |

Many Strong Have Fallen

Delilah's pleasures
Her head lain in Samson's lap
Blind, he grinds around

Concubines' treasures
Solomon's Playboy Mansion
Kingdom of idols

Bathsheba's gestures
Rivers and blood David stole
Hid to no prophet

Stronger have fallen
Your resistance is futile
If you compromise


Details | Free verse | |

What Hasnt Been Named

The blood was so red,
Mixed within the water,
I tried not to look,
At what my eyes where ashamed of.
Yet it held my gaze,
Like a lover lost,
In his angels soul.

I held you tightly,
Embracing our pain,
I could feel you shake,
The fear in your tears,
Overpowering what was suppose to be,
As you called out my name,
I pulled the plug,
Wishing for forgiveness.

The tornado came,
As I watched what was once my dream,
Spiral and spin,
Its sound of thunder,
How can this be such a perfect storm,
That has yet to be named.

I ran more water,
Hot became cold,
In library time,
I recalled what was told,
Just hours before I had accepted,
Everything was suppose to be ok,
It wasn’t going to rain,
Not today not ever,
I can still see the stain.

I silently asked why,
You so loudly called out my name,
Over and over again and again,
Both asking questions,
How can we fix this pain,
Of flooding confusion…
The answers never came.

I tried not to get sick,
I tried to be strong,
As I hid your eyes,
My chest wet with your dreams,
Things started to spin,
All I could do was pray,
Please give me back,
What hasn’t been named.


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ON SADNESS AND SORROW

When Death touches us, we cry,
We scream at God and say "Why!"
"Did you let this happen to my husband or wife
 Who was always so happy-enjoying life!"

When my husband died, I wept for a week-
No family, no friend, not even God would I seek,
You would have thought that I was stone,
The way I bore it all by myself-until I got home.

We tend to be selfish when family dear
Passes away and leaves us with no cheer,
The house seems so dark-no sunlight do we see,
As we scream at God, "Now what happens to me?!"

Those who teach us about grief and how humans react-
Tell us it's normal to think of this one fact-
That someone most dear has been taken away-
Never to return as we live Life each day.

 I want to remind you the pain never goes away,
But it Does dimenish as you live through your days,
You feel fairly normal due to a family that cares,
Except for that hole in your heart that will always be there.


Details | Senryu | |

Rocks and Vipers

Two women
Broke their teeth
On gravel.

That one man
Drank venom
In green grass.


Details | Free verse | |

Little Penny's Tears Won't Dry

Last night I had a talk with the stars
Did you hear me crying?
I followed the path we used to walk
The grass on either side is dying.
   The roses in the garden lay wilted
The sun has lost its shine
The parrot I gave you no longer sings
Her heart seems broken; so is mine.
   I closed my eyes to dream today
There your shadow lingered by
The night came and you faded away
The longest my heart has ever sighed.
   I heated some coffee; the coffee’s still cold
Little Penny’s tears won’t dry
The bed is made and sits alone
Dinner needs making; I haven’t the heart to try.
   Your picture sits upon the mantle
Only there do the flowers bloom
The kitten cries to be alone
The night has forgotten the moon.
   I can’t keep these tears from falling
I see my heart when I see the blue sky
The world has forgotten how to spin
Penny is crying “why did my mommy have to die?”


Details | Sonnet | |

Until death do us part

Most of us at one time or another take this marriage vow. At the time it is usually a rote
recitation because we are young and our attention is on other imminent matters. And that's
the way it should be. Nevertheless, if we remain married and outlive a spouse we are faced
with the same thoughts, doubts, questions and helplessness as the man in the following
poem. Verse 14 he does the only thing he can do to express his love for her before the
casket is closed.

She laid upon a cold and stony bier
within an open coffin lined with silk.
She didn't look the same: Her face appeared
to have an ashen color,white as milk.
In life her comely facial features glowed
a lovely roseate. but now she is dead.
Forever gone from me. My head is bowed
in prayer and sadness all around. I dread
the coming years without her next to me.
Is life important anymore?, I asked
myself. Her love is still alive but she
is motionless before me with the mask
of death and delicately folded hands.
I gently touched her golden wedding band.


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You Called Me And Said

You called me and said
I'm not really dead

It was all a lie
I didn't really die

I was so happy to hear your voice
I loudly began to rejoice

Just then I began to scream
Realizing it was just a dream

A new day has began
As i'm left without my man

You really died that day
The pain I feel is here to stay

So many tears I have shed
Wanting you beside me in our bed

Our love still existing in my heart
Even though we are so far apart


Details | Didactic | |

Swallowed

He swallowed
When he saw she had bitten the forbidden fruit.
He felt hollowed
When he heard her say that its food would indeed suit.
He soon followed
When he thought of living forever without her.
He swallowed
And gazed on Paradise as the Breeze began to stir.

He swallowed
When he saw her naked, the beasts roaring within.
He then borrowed
Green fig leaves but they were clothed in sheepskins.
He then sorrowed
With their excuses receiving curses for their vice.
He swallowed
As they were driven with flaming swords from Paradise.



Details | Rhyme | |

Blood on Emeralds

The blood of Emeralds
In Northern Ireland's streets
Where sides detest
Victims they seek
 
Religious divide
Neighbours slain
For the life of me
What to gain
 
These troubled times
Historic sores
Deep rooted pasts
Now to the fore
 
IRA
UDA
Many guns came out to play
Both sides fell, as they murderously slay
During the week, even Sundays
 
The Belfast agreement of 1998
This Land of Emeralds, in peaceful state
Neighbours safe to talk again
Never allow the blood, on the Emeralds stain

" Dedicated to all Ireland - The Emerald Isle "


Details | Free verse | |

Trailing Ghosts

Your time has come
The banshees are rapidly approaching
Can you hear their screams in your mind?
Does the constant rattling and endless wailing
Wake you up at night in a cold sweat?
Does your bedroom feel a tinge of coldness
That causes you to tremble
Knowing that your time has run out
For you have been abandoned
By everyone you have ever loved
Because of the many betrayals 
You bestowed on them without a bit of guilt
No one remains
To cloak your sins for you
You must pay in full
And I am here to collect
Your wicked soul

Look over your shoulder
Do you see the decomposing souls 
That you have left behind
Of the gentle feminine creatures
That you have used and forgotten?
Do you hear the cries
Of all of the women 
Whose hearts you have butchered
With your web of deception and lies?
Do you feel their loneliness?
Do you feel the emptiness they feel?
For you have stolen a piece of them
That they can never retrieve from you
That has left them an empty shell
With an inner void  
That cannot be healed

The ones that you so carelessly discarded
Are thirsty for your blood
They want to feed off you
So these zombies that remain
Under your spell
In their humble state of muliebrity 
Can awaken from the trance
Your venomous manipulation 
Has sentenced them to
For then they will now be cognizant
Of how little esteem you hold for
The feminine species
Their bandages will start to unravel
Off the mummified remains of your victims
It will be as if they were reborn again
They will become alive again
Feeling a sense of emotive totality
That will free them of their enslavement to you

For years you have strategized
And plotted your many conquests
Leaving a trail of causalities a mile long
But, now your castoffs have become united
They are hunting you
For you are now the prey
Listen closely
Can you hear their footsteps
Growing nearer by the minute?
Though you may do your best 
To absquatulate from your fate
Your attempt will be in vain
For the wrath of an abandoned woman
Gives her ferocious power that 
Is stronger than any army
Is more powerful than any weapon 
Is sharper than the teeth of the fiercest animal
It is immortal
It is eternal
And it will always find you
When you least expect it


 


Details | Lyric | |

Epitaph

God's given us two kinds of tears,
of joy and often sorrow.
Oft times there shed for yesterday,
bur many times tomorrow.

Weep not today for me my dear,
because I've gone away.
Death has no sting, nor grave victory,
over my soul this day.

A better place I now reside,
a place free of pain and tears.
Where we'll unite and live someday,
throughout God's eternal years.





















Details | Couplet | |

Living In That Lonesome Valley

No love can be found in this lonely old house,
The hardest thing in life is losing ones spouse.

But sooner or later that day it always comes,
And leaves us with only memories and loneliness from which to pull from.

And no matter what people think you never completely recover till you are reunited once more,
And can join that loved one that awaits you on Gods golden shore.

When you live with that someone special for most of your life,
Whether that someone special be husband or wife,

When the other half is taken there goes a very big part of what you are about,
The half you turn to for strength and support when you have days filled with doubt.

That is why they are called our better halves because in their hearts they hold our love,
This person God sent special, just for us and straight from up above.

So till that day comes, hold on with all your might to that one who is so precious to you,
For you may be the one left living in that old house with only those memories to get you through.


Details | Rhyme | |

Ghostly Love

Into the night, I dare to tread,
Leaving my love behind in bed.
Thinking not of what was said,
I feel I’m moving on.

There she lays, a beauty be.
Dare I wake her, will she see?
Will she accept what happened to me?
Am I really gone?

I see her there, so close to touch.
I want to share this love so much.
Beside her now I feel a rush
But she just cannot feel.

Her eyes are closed, but her lips, I see,
Are speaking words echoing out to me.
The pain I feel, though not physically,
Makes me wish to kneel.

I say to you, my sweet, my love
Fear not my leaving, I’m just above
I’ll watch you, darling, I’ll be your dove
And descend, just when you need.

But for now, my sweet, I’m forced to say
My love’s not ceased, no not this day.
I’ll stay with you in a spiritual way
On you, this ghost will feed.


Details | I do not know? | |

Ferguson

(This is a true story)

A man committed murder in 1991 and again in 1993.
He was evil and he lived less than one mile from me.
He beat his wife to death with a bat and decapitated his friend.
He showed no mercy when he brought their lives to an end.
For over two years, he kept his wife's corpse hid.
He was caught when he killed a second time and his neighbors were shocked 
because of what he did.
He constantly beat his mother and his grandma and that was wrong.
Now he's doing life in prison and that's where he belongs.


Details | Free verse | |

Will There Ever Be Another Tomorrow

My world did crash
My heart went numb
That day in July
When God called you home.

We waited each day
For the doctors to smile
And tell us your ills
Were o'er for a while.

I'd laugh and I'd joke
While you'd try to smile
But that tube in your throat
Was getting your goat.

I'd say just be patient
When you would plead to remove it
"The Doctor knows best
Or he wouldn't use it."

And then complications set in
Your kidneys did quit
And try as they may
My nightmares got worse.

I'd stroke your head
Or hold onto your hand
And tell you everything
Would turn out just grand.

I promised if you'd just be patient
And do as they say
You'd leave this hospital
A well man one day.

And then that day the family all came
We laughed and we joked
And each blew you kisses
And watched as our dreams were all twisted.
 
You did relax and we felt much better
Until the machine gave off a scream.
It was then we all knew
You had gone to join Christ our King.

On my hour plus drive home
I cried, prayed and moaned
But you were there for me
And kept me on the road.

As I turned onto highway 2
Garth Brook began to sing
Life is like a River
Ever flowing toward the Sea.

I didn't realize it then
But this was just the first 
Of the messages
You would send .

You are there for me
You proved it in a very special way
All I can say is Thank You
And I miss you more each day. 

You don't love a man
For forty seven plus years
And then one day
Just pretend he was never there.

I still depend on  you
And you have not let me down
God Bless you my Darling
Until my turn comes round.


Details | Rhyme | |

Silent Killer

She has died a thousand deaths
And yet lives for a hope;
He has hung a thousand lives
And still holds to the rope.


Details | I do not know? | |

Losing you

The rain pours down into my heart
My soul is silently ripped apart
I know I'm losing this fight
The darkness has taken your light

You're fading fast, I see that now
You've used the time that you're allowed
You've lost it all, you're much too weak
You cannot move, you cannot speak

So I take your hand and hold you close
You go still and turn white as a ghost
I cover you as I silently cry
I kiss your lips and I say goodbye


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Jerry Sears

You’ll  never know what you meant
To me..

How your love tightly wrapped 
Around my heart..

Completely bonded our love for
Eternal.

All my memories I  conceive of you

It

Just burn down in the center of my
Soul,

I breathe every memory of you

Time is passing so quickly but
Yet it seem like only yesterday

That you were here

I close my eyes and I see your
Smiling face..

I’m sending my messages to you

By western union..

Maybe fed...

Which ever one can reach you
Faster..

Am standing here at the end of my
Road..

Waiting..

Waiting...

For you and your love

You belong to me and 
I belong to you...



It’s burning deep within my soul

Am standing here..

Waiting here...

Dedicated To My One Love

Jerry Sears

2-12-50   Died 6-20-1973

My husband
My Love..


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My Infamous Poem


This glimpse of my soul how well I wrote it.
And now they’re reading it, this glimpse 
Of my soul, of which I called poem.

Ahh, my soul has become a poem for all.
D’you know how popular I became ‘cos of this glimpse 
Of my soul, of which I called poem?

I can tell you, even if you don’t ask
About this glimpse of my soul, of which I called poem
Not ‘cos I’m rightfully right bragging it...

But simply ‘cos I wanted you to know
That this glimpse of my soul, of which I called poem
Was about the slow death of happiness---

Inspired by you, who 
Ran away with a wealthy lover
Instead of making the stars happy, being their mother.


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Memories

Dreams are but memories that fill our lives.
Memories of lovers dancing, laughing, 
Memories of their first kiss, 
Memories of their first night of bliss
Memories of star filled nights, 
While moon beams danced on the water,
Their bodies cast a shadow of a warm embrace.
They glance into each other's eyes,
Their thoughts silently spoken.
Dreams of hope and love,
Dreams of children and growing old together.
And when the one departs,
And the other is left behind,
Those memories will live on,
So long as there are memories to be made
So long as there are lovers to dream. 



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The love of my life is gone forever

(This is a fictional poem but people really do die from eating toxic mushrooms.)

I got married last year and now my wife is dead.
She wanted me to buy her some mushrooms but I picked her some that I found 
in the woods instead.
I thought that the mushrooms I found were edible but I was wrong.
She ate them after I cooked them and she didn't live very long.
When she started getting sick, I drove her to the emergency room.
I drove as fast as I could but sadly she was doomed.
After we arrived, I was shocked by what the doctor said.
He told me that he pronounced her dead.
It takes a professional to tell which mushrooms are edible.
But I'm no pro and when my wife died, I was responsible.
When we said our vows, we thought we'd always be together.
Now I'm living in misery because the love of my life is gone forever.
If you're not a professional, please only eat mushrooms that are sold in stores.
Don't make the same mistake I did or you or someone who you love may not live 
anymore.


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I just pulled the plug

(This is a fictional poem)

I just pulled the plug and it hurts like hell.
I'm in so much pain that my eyes are starting to well.
I never thought I could win the hand of such a lady.
She loved me even though I'm a biker who's a little bit shady.

The doctor wanted me to pull the plug because he said she'd never wake.
It was the most difficult decision I've ever had to make.
It hurts so much that it's tearing me apart.
I just pulled the plug and it broke my heart.


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Questions of Loved

One foot in place,
Bed of decease.
Palms on the pillow of rest, 
Tombstone.
Soil linen unfolded to cover the mourning soul.
Despondency at the Mormon rain of thoughts,
"For better or for worst...Till death..."
Seems bewildering now after all the years of faithfulness.
External charm of her womanhood stroked daily by words of sweet nothing,
Innermost lift untouched by human's hand.
Secret heart tramped by  reflection of trespasses,
Wondering of "Is it me? For what could I have done greater in love?"
Her cheek pressed firm in oneness with the windowpane.
Tears flowing,
Holding back the warmth summer arrays upon the glasswork.
Emotions fight to keep her in the breathing,
Reasoning her way out in weariness.
Final breath,
Words exhaled in one accord.
Another-
"Yes, transgression I have lived, continuing? I am already in existence."
Thinking within of never giving to the excellence of her womanliness in marriage.
Sound of a door ajar,
Slamped.
"Honey!"
Thoughts of her or someone else?
Maybe moments of overwhelming Monday night football with the boys.
Speedily wiping the weeping from her presence.
"I'm here!"
Or is she?
A woman unloved is given possibility of foolish acts.
I meditate at times on this alone;
Solitude decision on her behalf?
Additional help sent from somewhere near,
Maybe the better half?
"Better half?" Forgive me. That doesn't sound right.


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Broken Heart


My heart is broken since you
Went away..

Every sunrise I see 

Remind me of you

I try to be strong but sometime
It so hard to bear..

The memories I have of you

Make my heart ache with

The grief of missing you,

I talk to God everyday

And

I wanted to know why he

Took you away so soon..

We were only 23 and 2

Babies in tow

Why he had to take you?

Leaving me mentally in a

Mess..

Wishing these tears will go away

Cause all I see is red watery eyes

Each and everyday

Shutting me off from all the beauty

Of the sun..



Each day I

Think I would love to

Welcome a bit of sunshine..

On a friendly basic

You left my life in turmoil

Its so very hard to get my

Life back on the right track


When you went away part of

Heart, soul died with you..

You left me too soon...

These memories I perceive of

You

Have me all tangle up in grief

My heart don’t know how to

Feel happiness anymore

Nothing but darkness and images

Of sadness.

Since you went away...


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Untitled #4 / When his wife died

When his wife died after three months of marriage
the widower tried to fill the hole in his heart
with food, TV, cards, booze, Buddhism
but none could take her place
so instead
he put a hole in his head.


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I Be Missing You


One glad morning when my time
Is over..

I know I’d meet you beyond the
Sky..

Are you looking down on me
Seeing how my heart is
Broken..

I pray for you each every morning
I awake..

I pray..

You will you will be waiting for
At the golden gate..

Every night I dream of you 
Smiling and talking to me..

Hoping,

When I wake it will all be
A dream..

Wishing,

You will be lying there be
Side me..

My heart cries everyday for
You..

Remembering..

All the fun times we spend 
Together..

Some glad morning I will
See you again,

Thinking of the day you went
Away..

I walked away with my head
Hung down..

Tears..

Streaming down my face..

You know I been missing
You..

Will you wait for me at the
Golden gate..

Some glad morning when
This time is over,

I will meet you at the golden
Gate..


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The Kiss of Life

He almost slept (as was wonted),
When, alas he saw her lying there-
Still, as if she were in winding sheets
Upon their bed; Drawing near to her,
He heard no breath.  Then, placing his hands
Upon her breast, he felt no pulse-
Vital signs that awakened him
To remove the sheets and her gown franticly!
With longing eyes of desperation
And his face to her face,
He tilted her head back in "Dear God" hope
And with repentant lips touched hers-
Now cold and dry.
Again and again, mouth to mouth,
With hands upon her breast,
As his tears' tracks traced paths to her,
He proceeded with importunity,
When, alas!  Her tear stained cheeks coughed.
Her eyes opened wide; beholding him face to face
In a moment of gratitude and longing desire,
She hurriedly caressed him with forgiving lips-
Now warm and wet,
Again and again, mouth to mouth;
As she placed his hands upon her breast, 
He felt her pulse,
And as she drew him near, he heard her breathe-
Vital signs that kept him thoughtful;
As she disrobed him, they lay passionately
Upon their bed removing the winding sheets;
They slept together (as was wanted).

This poem was written to complement the watercolor painting "The Kiss of Life".


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Childbirth

(This is a fictional poem)

I lost the most precious thing on Earth.
My beloved wife died during childbirth.
I pushed her to have a baby even though the doctor told us not to.
Now that she's gone, I can't stand this unbearable pain I'm going through.
She was diabetic and I should've known better.
My life became complete on the day that I met her.
But now she's dead and I know that I'm the one to blame.
When they buried her, I knew that life would never be the same.
The baby also perished on that horrible day.
I wish somebody would shoot me and take the pain away.


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Alone, Hope Cold as a Stone

She went to bed alone,
Not what she would prefer,
But there was only one
for her,
She longed for things that were

But her love had crossed
the threshold into
another life,
She was labelled widow,
To her she was still his wife

Death cuts deep,
Severs hearts entwined
in timeless love
And yet, you know,
somewhere above,
He is still with you,
More than ever, it appears to me
Cause love is more powerful
than death,
And though you can not see
His physical presence before your eyes
You can sense his company 


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He fell to his death

(This is a fictional poem)

My friend had a terrible fear of heights.
He fell to his death and that wasn't right.
He thought he could conquer his fear by climbing Mount Everest.
He died and now his wife and kids are hurting and they're severely depressed.
Now his kids will grow up without a dad.
When I think about their situation, it makes me sad.
He should've picked a better way to conquer his fear.
A lot of people would be happier if he was still here.


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Killed by steroids

(This is a fictional poem)

Tragedy struck when my brother died last year.
His wife and kids still mourn and shed their tears.
It was so sad when my brother's life was destroyed.
He died because he took steroids.
We told him that steroids can be dangerous.
But he wanted big muscles so he never listened to us.
Without him in my life, life doesn't have as much luster as it did.
Now I spend my time trying to comfort his wife and kids.


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my everything

you were my everything
the one i dreamed about
my only everything
the one i can't live without
now your gone
my heart starts to break
you never knew how happy you made me
the love we shared was to big to measure
worth more the expensive stones
or even hidden treasure
and if you knew how much i loved you
,you would of thought nothing else mattered
alone in the house doesn't feel right
my heart now feels bruised and battered
what did i do to cause such hurt
you broke though my barriers 
and made me trust and love again
but because of that is why I'm hurting
what am i to do?
when i can't be with you
we had so much fun together
i thought we would be together forever
never be parted 
because our love was so strong
but stronger forces forced us apart
not caring if they broke my heart
i was so young and fragile when we met
you helped me through all my rough times
the love we felt was true and not blind
that monday afternoon 
when i finally said yes
with love so strong it was the best
loved and happiness 
i was on top of the world
not knowing it was soon to come crashing down
you were my every
the one i dreamed about
you were my everything
the one i can't live without


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Lost Love

She stood there on the lonely beach looking out to sea
With the wind blowing through her hair she turned to look at me
Her eyes were a deep dark blue like that of the sea
They seemed to penetrate and search the soul inside of me
When she spoke her voice fell so softly on the air
While the winds seemed to scatter the words everywhere
The sun seemed to dim so as not to harm her in any way
As the sunrise gave forth from night to day
But she was crying and there were teardrops on the sand
For her love had been killed the night before in some foreign land
She remembered their first date and their first kiss
She remembered when he had to leave and how much he would be missed
She wanted to hold him so very, very close again
And hope that it would ease some of this pain
But she knew that he was gone for he died yesterday
So she put his memory in the back of her mind and walked away
He is dead but she carries a life
For my daughter was his loving wife