People make me smile the way
their eyes shine when they talk
about something they love
when they feed me food. Or tell
me how much they love me
when I look into someone's
eyes and see it I see that look
in their eyes I see love in them
When I see someone laugh and
have fun in what they do
The way they cry for there lost
When they give me a smile and
tell me how beautiful I am
People are beautiful well some
are and I wish someday I can
find someone who will look at
me and say "you have that look
in your eye" what look?
I want to find someone so
beautiful in the inside I can't
stay away they amaze me with
what they say an do how they
will dance in the rain and know
every detail about me
Will bring me Starbucks on a
rainy day and just talk about
I want someone beautiful
Dear brother you were only 22
when the good Lord came calling for you
Water had consumed your last breath
Coroners said was a flashback from heroin and meth
I had always looked up to you
but your verbal abuse made me and the others feel blue
black hair hazel eyes man you look so like Elvis
imitating shaking your hips and pelvis
blisters and sores on your young pale face
oh boy how you had fallen from Gods grace
you had a little girl right after you died
Mom always stood by her and your girlfriend's side
first Grandpa then you Dad Mom and brother Bob
for my life now feels like I've been robbed
missed over 30 yrs of wishing you birthday greetings
now at the dinner table there is limited seating
but every year when your birthday comes and passes
I will be there to pick your grave site overgrown grasses
I wonder what you would look like today
or even if your hair would be full of grey
I have forgiven for all you had done to me
for I hold no regrets so your soul can be free
heres wishing you another birthday greeting
as I lay this card and rose at your grave site's seating
Please give Grandpa Dad Mom and brother Bob my love
for someday I will reunited with all of you above
For now I have my own little girl
for she is my own everyday world
I promise to tell her all about you
and how God will turn you into someone pure and new
Rest in peace my loving dear brother
heres another birthday wish I send in passion smothers
In Loving Memory Of
My Brother Gary
10/ 18/ 48
6 / 5 / 71
I remember the first time we met you came round for a coffee.
I remember it well, we sat talking for hours, just you and me.
Over the next few years, We must have drunk hundreds of cups.
Life was a roll of downs, Then ups.
I remember the first time I met your Mum. All dressed in pale blue.
I think she was going to some special do.
I remember Jills first birthday party, even the dress she wore.
The house was full of friends and family and more.
Val and Grandma, Carol and Jane all of their familys as well.
The house was packed, certainly a tale to tell.
The Bell Inn at Ingolmells where we all went for a drink.
Then round to our caravan, coffees to sink.
I remember Claire as a child, the hours she used to spend at our home.
Every Monday on the way to Slimming World she got credit for her phone.
I remember all the things she used to help me with. shopping, baking,
washing the dishes the cups and the plates.
All this before she was even eight.
I remember so many things that we used to do. The bonfire parties at your
All the same crowd their having the time of their lives.
Then the big bash for my big Five O.
I wanted a really big show.
So we prepared all the food at your house, Then carried it all over to mine.
Only just got it all ready in time.
I did the cake it was a huge chocolate train.
Something big enough to get all the candles on was my aim.
Life throws some really awful things at you.
Some so bad you just don’t know what to do.
Our friendship spanned almost thirty years
A lot of fun a lot of tears.
When the police came round to our house that night, I didn’t even realize you
I thought you were just ill again, I found out almost a week later on
Especially as we had only been chatting a couple or so weeks before, About
On that day you looked so well with all your make up on, I thought you were
on the mend at last.
On your birthday in May I thought of you,
All the things we had been through, Rest in peace. Love Pat
Who's that staring through my window walls, with eyes as old as time
the clock has not yet moved and the wind outside has died
no breath for me to find nor the strength to check the time
unless the minute hand is lying theirs a chance i may have died
I wish this all a dream but the eyes i see dont lie, they have told me with their watching that all men do really cry
yet in vain is all my wishing but perhaps this is delusion of a sedimentary man with his mind ripe for losing
Come at me then red devil, I shout within my mind yet the tension I had hoped for was delayed and rather dry
no ravishingly velvet flame encircled this such room, nor were the furniture and ottoman thrown like an old shoe
marvelous the time in which a demon throwns your home and his only one intent is to stare right through your soul
to that i bid goodnight to you, to do as you wish, regardless of the manner I am nothing more then fish. to be shot out of a barrel for a fellow such as this
If you do deem it fit that I wake another morning all i ask is that the clocks all please return to working order
Who ever knew
That to crucify Him on the cross
Would revive the people
And make them pray
A crutch for the absent'
Just another miracle
For that day
All of Gods' people answered
Christ had carried that day
Never - The - Less
Their were so many people
Who had seem to have lost their way
They were weeping with sorrow
As thought their were no tomorrow
They wept and they prayed
For just another day
They wept and they prayed
Till death did them part
But on the third day He had arisen
And yes, Resurrection was a part
To be the Lord Almighty
Your friend in the pen
From: "The Cross"
Xlibris.com Book # 106627
I love all of you
I embrace the beauty of the universe
I live in darkness
I smile as I cry
I'll make you laugh, as part of me dissolves
Now I leave you
As I must die
They say the sun shines on the skin of a goddess her hair dark filled with flowers and her skin of silk,
When you see her don't let her go she will treat u like a god and run her silk hands against the ruffness of your skin she will show u the right way to enlightenment her eyes golden brown so deep you can get lost she can see right through you and know the depth of your soul she will speak words so smooth softer then the wind
Skin so smooth the sun follows her every move.
This cosy love
In guess I could rave on, and on
About every little thing
I could write about those sensual things
And the way our two hearts sing
When we lie there together
But it's so much more have we
We have this thing together
All filled with mystery.
You be the grand earth mother
As me, I be the child
You're ways are from the earth itself
You're tame where I'm still wild
Everything's so practical
With you, but not with me
Oh yes, we two be opposites
And yet I love you madly.
And even now, at seventy
There's nothing really changed
You're still the perfect lady
And you still think me strange
But I'm always going to love you
Just the way that you love me
And even when these shells are gone
This fact shall always be.
23 September 2013 @ 0530hrs
I felt you one day.
I knew it was true.
You were there.
Inside me you lay.
It wasn't meant to be.
I bleed you away.
As it happened again.
I cried you away.
I said, not doing this again.
Then it happened one day.
You came to me again.
Said you want to come thru.
And I was to be your vessel.
I named you after my dad.
Robert Lee ,, now thirty-one.
my son also named his son Robert Lee, who is turned 3 Jan 17, 2013.
3 14 2012 2pm,,,, on another site, a friend sometimes does poetry challenges, to a picture,, or words.
The Ghost Baby :
Time and Space and Spirit
Collide softly at a crossroad
Where the Ghost Baby awaits Form
Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?
Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.
And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.
I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep.
Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.
And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.
On her birthday he bought her a feather,
a dainty silver charm.
He knew it was the perfect gift
to adorn a neck or an arm.
He took it home with heavy heart,
overwhelmed by sadness and grief
He brought it here and gave it to me.
His possession of it ... brief.
She can't wear the silver feather
for she's with the angels above.
I wear it for her ... over my heart ...
for she's someone we both lost and loved.
We miss you Brenda, so very much.
We weren't ready for you to go away.
I'll wear your feather with love and remembrance;
his gift for your birthday.
it seems like an eternity
since ive seen ur smile
the fact that uve been gone
still has me in deep denial
a lot of stuff has happened
since ur smile left this earth
gatherings, eagles losing, parties
life changes and brooklyns birth
a lot of people miss u greatly
n think about u everyday
our last picture together
on my dresser it will stay
ur deep voice, ur humor, ur kindness
is what i tend to miss the most
ur passing forever broke my heart
but our memories i hold close
i must admit, i did hit rock bottom
drugs n alcohol i used to cope
i took ur passing very hard
i started to give up hope
but i looked into brooklyns eyes
n caught a glimpse of u
u probably would have kicked my ass
sober now i stay true
mom also met a fine fella
u actually would approve
no need to kick this guys ass
hes good to her n the kids to
madison is so smart n beautiful
byron is turning into a handsome man
there both striving so well
u should be a very proud dad
two of ur friends got engaged
there so cute n its exciting news
i hope they live a life of happiness
i know u would feel the same to
ur brother misses u the most
hes coping the best he can
he misses u as much as i do
he was ur biggest fan
ur neighbors n friends
also stop by ur page
reminiscing about the good times
the laughter n good chatter ud engage
thank-god for all the music
its a good way to deal with pain in life
cause without u here with us
its like eating steak without a knife
im over trying to understand
i feel ur in a happier place
you had ur own reasons
your demons u finally faced
but in a couple days
ur birthday we will celebrate
the big thirty seven u turn
teasing u old man woulda been great
your always in our hearts
in our thoughts forever jay
so while ur up in heaven...
smile...cause its ur birthday :)
I do not know?
She sits alone on her bed,
Trying to figure it out while scratching her head,
She figures she better go downstairs instead,
She goes down into the diningroom where her sister sits with all her friends.
She feels a tear roll down her face,
as she ran and broke her moms favorite vase,
The cops trying to figure out this case.
They took a step into her room where that gurl had been broken.
Maybe it was her sisters greed,
or her moms weed sitting on the table,
That little girl had past unto another round of life,
Her mom knowing, leaving her daughters funeral in strife.
The Apple PASTURE
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture.
Were once was and all well meet.
A pure and dear site.
Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden
grains of morality and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were winds smell of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.
Bringing novel flowers
To this multicolored Earth,
A really wretched place actually,
If you know the awful truth about it
Taking some flowers with it,
Upon these fortunate plants
Seventeen springs ago,
An ordinary flower blossomed
On this cursed land.
The worst of all curses,
Placed on this pitiful plant
And a fate worse than death
Seasons flew by
And the flower withstood
The immense force of the elements,
Debilitated by great adversity
Brought by the years
Now with spring close by,
If fate shall allow,
Hopefully this spring,
This dying flower will perish.
Its roots turned to ashes
And carried by the winds of freedom
To the promised eternal paradise
A garden greets my eyes
With its breath-taking beauty
And my suffering dies
I do not know?
How do you expect me to be less of a pessimist and more of an optimist. When you’re pessimistic about my optimism.
Today is a great man’s birthday
I wish he were here to know
That not a day goes ever by
That I don’t love him so
He means, not meant, the world to me
He’ll always be close by
So, brother, Matthew, in Heaven you are
Happy Birthday, I say, with teary eyes
I do not know?
Happy Birthday, baby,
This is the first year you would be
Alive and happy
Dwelling here with me…
I would have taken care of you,
Before your early flight
But on that fridged morn
My daytime gave way to night
I know that you’re with Jesus now
You’re not the one grieving any more
You have it made better than I could give
On that bright heavenly shore
You have a better birthday gift
Than I could ever give
You are walking now on streets of gold
Forever you will live
Some how that does not change the fact
About how I miss you so
But still I know I love you
This, I wanted you to know
Enjoy your birthday, now my child
Give Jesus a hug for me
Walk with Him, now let me know some how
That you still are thinking of me….
So happy birthday, baby
Though you are not a baby anymore
You have the best present anyone could give
By walking on that golden shore.
If you hadn't died in March, you would've turned 65 today.
Life hasn't been as good since you passed away.
Everybody who knew you, knew that you were nice.
But I took things for granted and now I'm paying the price.
I thought you'd live for another ten to fifteen years.
It's been tough to accept that you're no longer here.
If you had survived, I was going to take care of you.
I didn't know what I had until I lost it and that is true.
When you celebrated your birthday last year, you were alive and well.
I didn't know how sick you would become, I was unable to tell.
Seeing you suffer during your last days, made my heart break.
Even though you're dead, I still bought you a birthday cake.
I promised that I'd buy you a cake this year and I'm a man of my word.
God is much happier now because you're with him, believe me that's assured.
[Dedicated to Agnes M. Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away March 6, 2013.]
It's your birthday, December twenty first
make a wish
let the candelabras burn an inch
in the morning, evening kiss
you've always longed for.
Pray beneath the mistletoe, adorned
grab your popcorn
the couch besides the window looks so grand
take a peek
with a smack of lips on buttery fingers, *prang!*
there goes the earthly orb.
Park your derriere mid-chew
the riots, panicked, raving loons
with that last piece of popcorn in your mouth
hear those shouts
that the world is ending
breathe the fumes
the flames are sending
see the crowds of mental patients cry
the morning after
disaster sends the paranoia hangover *High!*
of a cityscape in shreds
sirens resonating with your bed
a good book to send yourself to dream,
it was your birthday today
and you got to listen to the lunatics scream.
When you truly know that life is worth living
When you truly feel that love is for giving
To die is a beautiful thing.
When you truly feel that hate is forbidden
When you truly know that death is worth heeding
To try is a beautiful thing.
Fate then becomes no more than a brief sweet moment,
Hanging upon anyone’s stiffened husky throat,
Waiting for our merciful God’s healing,
To release it in:
I didn't say, "Don't do it," but I never knew it was on your mind.
I didn't say, "Things will be OK, even though the world is not often kind,"
and I never said, "What's the matter? What has gotten you to feel this way?"
Now you're gone and all I'm left with are the things I didn't say.
I didn't say, "I'm here for you." I always thought that was understood.
With every thing that we'd been through,
why wouldn't I be there for you like I should?
I never said life was easy. No one could ever make such a claim.
Now the things we didn't say haunt the better part of our days.
Now mostly sad memories of you remain.
Ironically now I must ask you this and I don't mean it to sound like a joke
but, could it have killed you to take a few more extra moments
and maybe leave your loved ones a note?
You left too many questions unanswered. You left your loved ones heartbroken,
lost in total dismay.
Your last day will now and always be remembered as such,
The Birthday of Things We Didn't Say.
My good friend Sonny did not naturally die.
My good friend Sonny committed suicide.
I don't judge such choices made by others anymore.
It's an individual's unalienable right to choose how to exit life's door.
What they don't have the right to do is to leave unfinished business behind.
It's their loved ones who suffer afterward struggling to find peace of mind.
One moment you were with us all and everything seemed fine.
Next you were found hanging from your ceiling wearing a neck tie of twine.
I'm not saying this lightly Sonny, that was no way to say good bye.
It's very sad but true, I rarely have fond memories of you.
I only remember how you chose to die,
and I'll never stop asking "Why?"
Thinking today what we would have done
if for a reason that you hadn`t gone
and left your friends and family with a space
in our hearts and lives,it`s etched on our face.
But your qualitys will never ever be forgotten
funny,wit,caring yet missing you rotten
well my friend,although you`re above
i will wrap this off n send it with love.
R.I.P ANO X
Through the eyes of an innocents one lies
In the mental static of one who soon dies
The trauma of all the things experience
He or She needs lots of guidance
Ones hand grasps the air with hope
When the stars tend to elope
The waves of the years start to show
The winds of old start to blow
When the decay becomes part of the world
As the seas team up and swirled
It opens the moments of sadness
Than after it shows the world of happiness
I do not know?
If only you was here with us you would
have been 65 today. Things haven't been
the same since you left us on January 12th.
But I know you are in God's hands now. And
with Grandma, where you wanted to be since
you lost her.
It has ripped my whole world into a million
pieces since you left me here all alone. But I
Know you will never have to suffer again.
Cause you suffered way too long, trying to
hang on to be here for us.
I know you wanted me to be strong and not
hurt like I have. But Daddy, when you love
someone as much as I love you, it's hard not
to cry or hurt. I am lost too death without
you by my side.
Even though I didn't always show you or
tell you and we didn't always get along. I
wish I could turn back time, so I could let
you know that....I always have been Daddy's
Girl and always will be. I love and miss you
so....I'm sorry I never got to say Good-Bye
or the chance to let you know just how
much you meant to me. But I know in my
heart you know and in my heart you will
We Sure Do Miss You!!!!!
I do not know?
A pond is far away from a pond.
A river and a river
The distance between them isn't so fewer.
The distance between an ocean and an ocean is
like the friendship, not so far-off.
Are we so? Aren’t we?
The Birth, the Death, the Time and the Distance of Life
We don't know them.
There are thousands of identities at the means of our dealings.
Today, Tomorrow and the Past ...
One day, we, all, are picture frames.
But, our memories aren't frames,
They're the imaginary picture lines at the door of our hearts.
‘Love’ & ‘Loving’ are the two words
They're the dreams of wisdom & accepting.
We've survived, so, we're lived.
We'll have lived, because
We're either someone or somebody of ours.
And, your birthday means to me
I’ll remember you after my Death.
May 10, 2014
A birthday present to my Gramps, Hugh McCorkidale Young.
Heaven has a place for you
Unswaying was your faith in such
Goodness always will shine through
Holding on to that has been my crutch
Many others knew you well
Cokey, heard of through the town
Countless tales they had to tell
Of all the men, you held the crown
Real though it is, it's hard to believe
Know as I do the ways of the world
In the fact that you could ever leave
Darkening my mind till my thoughts unfurled
Aloud, I cannot bring to bear
Lonely I must hold my heart
Even by myself I fear
Your absence will tear me apart
Onwards though the world must move
Unendingly your memory will stay
No-one has forgotten you
Gone though you are, you'll never fade.
I miss you more than words can say. I wish you were here today. The laughter and fun that
we shared. It can never compare. You were my rock, my dad, my friend and this is one of
the hardest times… knowing you’re so near and yet so far. I want you around to wish you
happy birthday and sing in off key tones. I think about you every day and hold you closely
otherwise I couldn’t make it through today.
nana we miss u so ,still carnt let u go ,in our hearts u will stay ,and happy birthday tonight i pray.that the lord up above will pass on our love .wish you was hear because to us u was so dear ,we miss u so we hope u know .hope u can hear these words as we send them up above to u nana with much love.we think of u as a star anight thinking of ur face that shines so bright.in our hearts u will stay so sad u was took away .xxx
Today is your birthday many will hold you near
Instead of celebrating I'm holding back these tears
I miss you everyday but today it hits me more
Losing a true friend someone that I adored
I wish that you were celebrating surrounded by your kids
I often feel there pain and know your truly miss
I guess I'll light a candle and say a special prayer
I'll think of happy thoughts and times that we have shared
I want to thank you Nancy for being in my life
Even though your no longer here I hold you close inside
Happy Birthday Nancy I yell this out with pride
For even though your body is gone your spirit never dies