The last gold leaf hangs on the bough;
Summer is just a mem'ry now.
You, too, have gone, my golden friend;
Our summer days came to an end.
We said goodbye; our chapter closed.
How I will miss you no one knows.
On eagle wings you split the skies;
Your spirit soared. You had to fly.
My earthbound soul will bear its grief
Severed from you on mortal reef;
But returning from yonder shore,
Your love in waves will wash me o'er.
You've gone before, my trusted love;
I wait behind, your mourning dove;
Yet, from across the great divide
Your voice to me in dreams confides.
No, I think not that dreams they are;
T is communion of the near with far.
On such sweet songs I stake my claim
To know and love you once again.
Copyright © Faye Gibson
Read this if you have the time,
I'm compelled these words to write--
Seems my parent's age of innocence
Is drawing near, the light.
For the poetry and cinema,
And the songs like "Stardust," too--
Are turning to a memory
And fading from our view.
But it was an age of innocence!
I knew it as a boy.
Where has gone the happiness;
And how escaped the joy?
Still the golden age is dying
And it whispered with a breathe--
"Don't let us pass away in vain,
And dye a common death."
So forgive me if I prattle on
But it seems the thing to do--
I placed flowers on the old today,
And will now endure, the new.
Farewell ole age of innocence,
My kind and gentle friend--
Till Buddy and the Teddy Bear
Take the stage and sing again!
Copyright © Mel Merrill
The leaves have turned brown and crisp
And I've remembered
How much you've been missed
On a day like today
It's the days when I feel down
And I'm sad
That you're not around
Desperately in need of a grandpa's embrace
You were like my best friend
And I'm yearning
For the hours we'd laugh on end.
Now I'm doing quite the opposite
The memories harvest in my mind
As I bow to your grave
With flowers of all kinds
Commemorating the part you played
In shaping the person I am today.
A granddaughter that misses you dearly.
Copyright © Emmy Weatherill
Many times, I saw my spirit.
Many times, I felt my soul.
In life, I lived courageous.
Now it is time for me to journey home.
If you cry, that is fine.
If you laugh, that is better than a cry.
Rejoice in my life and shout praise.
For I am
Therefore, I shall be
In peace, I leave this world.
To my love ones, I am with the Lord.
Sure happy to have lived
Not sad that my time has come
The benevolence of the spiritual realm is a breeze from a waterfall.
The Lord is my keeper.
He called me home.
No more sadness let us all rejoice.
Ms. Carrie Mae Sexton is now reunited with Jehovah God Lord. A woman of statue...
A woman of worth... All that knew her will truly miss her.
Never a life lost but one done with the world and because she walked a virtuous path, her life is shown. The Lord knows best and we must know the same. Our mother sojourns and in peace, she lays.
[“Be assured that just as an hour is only part of a day so life on Earth is only part of eternity.” C.L. Allen]
User Name: Verlena
Psuedonym: Oblivion Dark Sunshine
Motif: Grief and Bereavement
-Contest Enter: Space & Time - Metaphorically written... Eternity is space and time... February 2014
Copyright © Verlena S. Walker
Passed away this day 11/16/2012
A bright light in our lives
That was always so giving
Could not have been sweeter
Nor softer in manner.
To fade into history
Will e’er be a mystery
Seems the sweetest are chosen
O’er all of the rest
And whose absence will be felt
For e’er so long…
We’ll all miss their presence
Farewell my beloveds
…Twinkies and ding dongs…
(at least they went together)
Copyright © David Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic
I Folded My Mother Up
I folded my mother up
Into a creased peace of paper
Folding memories into intentions.
Flattening the dementia of unstructured emotions
Into a neat, file-able document.
We arc this abyss; tightening ropes over time.
We are not our worst intentions,
but we are the acts that follow.
Like clobbering footsteps tripping over
broken pavements of Being.
We are the not sum of our categories
or the crimes that we have witnessed
But we are the balance
That keeps us falling forwards without stumbling
Over our own shoelace sense of time.
Copyright © Igor Goldkind
Goodbye little rain,rest your soul in peace.
Your memories will remain in our hearts,
Lay down little munchkin in cotton candies.
The echoes of your laugh left in the corner of our house.
You'll be our forever baby, our little brave warrior.
time has come for you to leave,
Take away all our pain and sorrows.
Bring with you our hugs and kisses,
A cuddle of love and kindness,
The spirit of unconditional love.
Goodbye, little Rain,I sing you a lullaby.
To keep you quietly sleeping until the morning comes.
Until we embrace tomorrow in a promised paradise,
Where no more tears, pain and sickness.
Only joyful hopes and happiness arise.
#In loving memory of my nephew, Mark Rainier De Torres :)
Copyright © Aiyah de Torres
Hearing the voice of thousands notes,
By the concrete melody, I have been votes.
Lighten the cordial deeps,
Broke the silence that keep.
The orchestra sounds so clear,
With a voice of melodic dear
She presents the tone of happiness,
When people hear the boldness:
Tick of a clock goes by,
Time confess the lonely bye
Thou abusing of drug flow,
That controls the body into low.
Thou a voice still conquer,
Thy of her silence frontier
Fans fight the battle awe
To control the hatred oh;
Night came a dead body found,
By a witness shock in pound
At last, her family knew
The tragic awake the world few.
The world stops the news,
And satellite comment every hues
Trying to construct the brick,
There and here, connect the trick.
Superstars wear the death sick,
When the clock stop to tick
Though people admire the voice, she has,
By listening of a track, she does.
Copyright © careen car
"Daddy" the way I call my father
The man who loves my mother
The man who gave life to me
And the man who will risks his life to protect his family.
He's not showy about his feelings
But I know he loves us unconditionally
He gets angry when his siblings were hurt
And he makes us laugh the way he dances and tells us jokes
Now..he left us already
His silly jokes,crazy dance moves now were gone
Coz he went to a far away land
In a place where hurt and sorrow has no place in man
I miss my daddy a lot
His crazy dance moves
And his being father to us
I miss everything about him!
I know God has a plan
And I give everything into His merciful hand
Pls.take care ofmy daddy in heaven
Coz someday we'll see him again
And continue the sing and dance with him again...
Copyright © Jerica Sanchez
Alone in my room...
Bored and hungry
With no food to consume
I look at a corner...
"Hello, Jimmy, it's an honour."
My room became his...
My new room-mate
My heart was filled wit bliss
Day 3, knocked off at five
Jimmy still in my room
"Come on, let's get you a wife."
I offered him to nature
Jimmy hopped with joy
Too bad I can't denature
It is a dangerous world
Lizard caught Jimmy...
I froze in angst as Jimmy twirled
Copyright © Stefanus Nuno Pereira
silence when i open the door
silence when i close it again
no one to make a noisy fuss
no one to welcome me in
no one barks at the mailman
no one brings the little ball
no one chomps the squeaky toy
but love still comes to memories call
Copyright © Luann Pfost
A Farewell To The Travelers (On The Bhoja Airlines Plane Crash)
With pace does darkness conquer light,
when mounts the sun the dying toll,
spied an aura grim my wistful sight,
for had poisoned all, a single bowl;
captive of death as it life betrayed,
the awakened --to the resting prayed,
"Oh! Farewell the mornings vanished pole".
Life comes with such a temporal mien,
has it plucked the wings of future how,
though pillows of respite --I had seen,
but these feathers do no sleep allow;
do fly swift! The binders of this cause,
your pause of age, is our ageless pause--
"So, farewell the birds of heavens now".
But, soul a machine that does not cease,
yet it fools us from our time of birth;
pass on, move towards the restful peace,
but, secluded stays its pensive worth;
Until the day, we shall meet again
at some wondrous unknown valley then.
"Ah! Farewell the travelers of this earth".
R.N.Khan, © 2012
Copyright © Raja Nosherwan
On Sunday March thirty two thousand fourteen, my sister
lost her grim battle to cancer, she was much younger than I;
nobody would believe that she fervently prayed while waiting to die...
who gave such strength to endure pain, if not her faith of believer?
I stood by her touching her forehead to offer some consolation...
she tried to smile, but was overcome by pangs of desperation.
If horrid fate had cut abruptly her life, prayers provided endless comfort;
and accepting death as a relief from suffering, she cherished that thought!
Farewell, Catherine...even the March gloomy sky cries
to express its ample sympathy for someone with moribund eyes!
A treasure you have left: gems that gleam as the eternal stars,
and each one of them reflects the gentle smile of your shining grace
that everyone saw when you opened those warm arms...
and by loving everyone, you taught us the meaning of an embrace!
Farewell, Catherine...find joy in that celestial place above the earth's sphere,
there happiness is heard through songs that praise glorious love, not fear!
We'll remember those delightful moments you shared with us...
when joy shone on a face that did not know the bitterness
of tears! Yes, they are imprinted on these weeping hearts
as the words of Virgil who commemorated the brave souls
that accomplished great things never forgotten by fleeing time...
isn't your story of indomitable courage for us to read and admire?
Copyright © Andrew Crisci
Keep me warm on this long cold night,
I feel my road ends tonight.
Somewhere in the distance I hear a bell toll,
he comes now for my soul.
My life has been full of fear and hate,
I wonder why this was my fate.
Only one regret that I can say,
I will have to leave my love this day.
You have given me joy and happiness too,
my heart is full because of you.
Once again I hear the bell toll,
good bye my love, my heart , my soul.
Copyright © Joseph Sergi
It was like a whisper-
My wife delivered the sad news-
"Your grandfather was dead."-
And so he was-
Her eyes was awfully sad-
Touched me gently on my back-
He was old-
The time I started to noticed him around-
He was a relic-
He talked about the war-
The warring in the land-
Dispute over religion-
The greatness of the past Presidency-
How Marcos summary killed young idealist-
How my uncle survived the bullet-
And wrote a letter to Imelda to help him-
The hospital bill in exchange of his ideology-
How he comes on this land-
Answered the migration call-
In the Southern Philippine-
He was young-
He loves democracy-
He went to street and joined the protesters-
To end up injustices-
He tilted the land-
Grow coffee and Avocado-
He sniffed the salty wind of the Celebes sea-
As he stood at the cliff of Matutum-
Sometimes they sale fruits in the public market-
Those years of the early 60's-
While my mother was just a kid-
Then we came-
My cousins and us-
We sat at the table-
Trembling in the dark of dawn-
That was during our summer escapade-
While grandma prepared for us a hot milk-
Then he walked near beside-
Staring on us-
Preached the narrative of his life-
As I perceived-
He was a learned man-
Our pillar collapsed-
My knees gave up-
I sat on a bench-
My body drenched by my cold sweat-
My eyes drawn beyond the wall-
Like I search things on the mirror-
Tears lined on my eye-
An innocent face-
Stared back from the reflection of the clear pond-
"Eat it..eat it..eat it..",my older cousin whimpered-
We wore straw hat-
And a checkered polo-
And the place was cold-
That morning, we went into a brook-
We forgot time went by-
It was already two in the afternoon-
"Let's go home!", I don't recall who said that-
We walked briskly-
Hold a big salmon on our hand-
We were afraid-
The sky was slowly given up from the dark-
The rain started to pour-
Then we saw him-
He was there signaling us to halt-
Tending his carabao-
We gathered on the sofa-
Only the flickers of the light glows-
He sat on the dark corner-
Listened the radio transistor gibbers-
The mountain loomed in silence-
The radio announcer talked about the cold front-
The wind outside whistled-
At school he asked on us sometimes-
How things going on-
He bragged about it-
To his neighbors-
On his house at Tieza-
There was this book rack-
I sat there often-
Those stories about the Greeks-
The Filipino contemporary authors-
Because of that I love to stay in the library-
Hand gripped the yellow mongol pencil-
Scribbling some words on crumpled papers-
And hid it somewhere-
At college he went to our house at Silway-
He watched the television-
I read silently the Doveglion-
Near beside him-
He was weak and knew his end was coming-
I touched his head always-
He breath weakly and coughed-
How I love my old man-
My son likes to play beside him-
He was on his death bed-
Then my wife-
Was standing right in front on the workplace-
She looked at me on the eye-
And I knew the smile of there is something-
I knew he was gone-
Copyright © Herbert Siao
It is that feeling
when sleep is to miss
awakening or awake
you believe the heart
pounding it with angels
Copyright © Collin Lam
The world today must mourn the loss
Of a soul that touched generations across.
This man who changed how we looked at space,
And was associated with the Vulcan race
For where he traveled friends were made,
Hearts touched by grace and the love he gave.
And when departing he'd raise one hand,
Give split Vulcan sign from their planet grand.
With just four words, “Live long and prosper,”
Good will prevailed and hope was fostered.
What Hollywood started five decades ago,
He made much more as new fans showed.
Everyone esteemed those pointed ears,
Wherever he went throughout the years.
With Kirk, McCoy, and Scotty too,
This team of friends endured so true.
Folks loved to watch him face harsh foes,
Armed with his logic head to toes.
How often it had saved the day,
If mankind just followed his ways.
But now he's left this planet to see,
And boldly meet his destiny.
For Leonard Nimoy was his name,
Eternally honored now rests his frame.
Yet if by chance there's another race
We find one day in outer space,
All we've learned from “Mr.Spock”
About logic should help us a lot!
But more than that we must confess
His human side taught us the best.
Copyright © Kathleen Callaway
It was a beautiful day
A day of celebration, a day of thrill
It was the day of my sister’s 18th birthday
The most waited day of a girl to be a lady
and I? I was a girl that time and all I have to do is to
Observe and cooperate
And it was our most anticipated moment
To witness that celebration
and to witness our dear father
as the first dance of my sister
who was missing us for many years
because of separation.
Yet we didn’t know that, that would be the
first and very last day of the year that we’ll see him
His body was so thin
His face looks sickly and heartbreaking
He looks so different
But he remained calm and at ease
Michael Gan the first rose,
He stands and overwhelmingly danced for my sister
They turned and sway
They dance like it was the last
He was overjoyed
Filled with different emotions
Happy, touched, sad, missing us, and regretting
His heart jumped over him
He tries to catch his breath touching his own chest
We hasten him to the nearest sickbay
To salvage his life
His precious life, my father
Battling from death, loses his fight
His eyes wide open, no air
No movements, no smile because...
It was his last dance
Copyright © Ana Mae Gan
winter it's just
fall around and die
sending wet invitations
for their melancholic funeral
calling all the angels
but they're gone
maintaining a low profile
for the next spring
when the little bird will born
and again will sing
through tearful eyes
of the new summer...
Copyright © Dino Spahillari
The ones you love
Can make you laugh
The ones you love
Can make you cry
The ones you love
Can steal away
Ere you have the chance
To say goodbye
Rue not the missed chance
To have bid them farewell
To have given to them your love
Will have served
…Just as well…
Copyright © David Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic
written 23rd Oct 1997
So long I needed to visit
but my heart didn't listen
Letting you know how much "I love you so"
is now something, you will never ever know
Now that you are gone
I know I waited to long
If I could just have that one more chance
I would never treat it as just another glance
Now, you have become my biggest memory
for you have gone, to a place I can not see
Knowing that we will never again touch
makes me miss you, so very much
My children are still to young
to wonder why pop hasn't rung
My heart is now empty
for you, it always had plenty
I really do need to have you back
you were the "only one, who saw me back
I know deep down inside
you love me, more than words could describe
For it is only now, that I realise why you didn't want me around
you knew how "painful it would have been, to watch you drown
But, as long as I am still alive
you too, will continue to survive
For I will always be your darling little Denise
who hopes, you forever rest in peace
ALLAN THOMAS HOLMES
1st June 1954- 22nd Oct 1997
Copyright © Denise Hopkins
Hey Johnny can you hear me way up high,
I still have a tear in my eye.
Remembering things and what used to be,
talking about music ,watching Jeopardy.
The Flyers are playing there's a game tonight,
I hope you can see it through that light.
Your Mom and sisters miss you,
and hey Johnny I do too.
*Flyers - Philadelphia Hockey Team
In Memory of Johnny Wallis my brother-in- law.
Copyright © Joseph Sergi
Rondelet: Who the hell cares
Who the hell cares
If it's the end of hostile world
Who the hell cares
See you soon - no sweat - just for scares
Upon some astre in maya* mould
Bye from this ball of molten gold
Who the hell cares
* maya: Sanskrit for "illusion; here "illusory"
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2012
Copyright © T Wignesan
L E A K
for how many times now?
Would this be the last?
Copyright © Greg Jr Torres
They both smiled, although only the man’s was visible
They both knew that the moment to come, had to come
The hair-dryer air killed the sweat, which helped the man see better
And the skin of the object of his desire
Dust laden and grey
When the breeze began to cool
The man looked down the barrel
And loved the last elephant ever to live
As he slowly squeezed the trigger.
The echo skidded around the valley
For at least a lifetime of heartbeats
A lake of blood, water-falled out his ear
And then he was silent, midst the fading roar.
When silence returned, the breeze stopped
And he stared for a long, long time.
He moved towards the body, and he blinked
As he touched the body with his tusks, and walked away,
His trunk sniffing the fading love, and sadness in the air.
Copyright © Stuart Ackerman
Do pray with me my dying moth
for we are not forgiven yet,
till we don't shed the silken cloth
and both our wings to fire set.
Do pray for me while you are there,
inside your grief our holy land,
how can I for redemption care!
While my own touch the sinking sand.
Still pray, for life is short and ill,
can't empty minds the gardens find,
I might not my transgressions kill,
while praise the earth that burns my kind.
But you are ill and cannot fly,
like a beggars eye do you bargain;
a day, a life, why do you try
and go through the forsaken pain.
If pray you must, do pray for me,
have yet to earn my deepest sin,
though a creature wise you cannot see
a moment through the human skin.
Please pray, as once had for life prayed
in the calmest of your timeless age,
we paint our stay with our own shade
and in this blank find all the rage.
Pray with those burnt out wings so pure,
and ask for me the holy balm,
that does to men the sense restore,
but to this man the senseless calm.
Do pray as I will die one day,
until that day I cannot live,
just dream that you may live to pray,
and to my moth a purpose give.
R.N Khan 2014
Copyright © Raja Nosherwan
written 17th Nov 1997
I am here today to set you free
but inside of me, you shall always be
You will never truly leave
as your love and memories, continue to live on in me
I have come to terms with you leaving
your love I shall forever continue in believing
I will forever miss you very much
for I know it's impossible, to ever again.. kiss or touch
Although you were never rich or royal
your heart remains, eternally loyal
So these are the hardest words for a daughter to have to ever say
I pray you hear these words from my heart today
From your darling little Denise
saying my final good-bye to you, my dearest daddy
Praying, you forever rest in peace
Copyright © Denise Hopkins
cutting the line, turning the page in front of the mirror
removing your name from the door
because it should be irreplaceable
I can not write anymore
of this fierce absence
that doesn't fear the ice of the night
that doesn't break itself
in the dark depths of your distance
it's the most terrible night
it's the most suffocating
and paralyzing Winter
in the broken dream
of a bright mirror
it was yours, and it was mine, just yesterday
and was shattered at a stroke
in an only instant
ruining into smithereens sharp
with whom, devastating me,
they cut my soul
in the smallest arid fragments
on the threshold of our house
when it lacks even the verse, and you can not
you can not turn the page
in front of the mirror
and you only can
remove her name
from the door
because it should be
Copyright © Weightless Pen
Remember your days with fondness
The days you romped in the park
The times you were cross
When running off was a lark
He was a skinny nervous runt
That your love and tender care put right
Was loved unconditionally
As he loved you with all his might.
He was old and full of problems
Kept going for you that’s all
Being his best pal and letting go
Was for you a massive sacrifice call
Remember him full of bounce
Tongue hanging out because he’d run
Was that a smile on his face
To him you were his lifes sun
His mistress his best friend.
Remember Kedo with a smile
Penned on October 25th 2013
Copyright © SEREN ROBERTS
Where birds are two
We ask:where is the eagle?
Where trees are two
We ask: where is iroko?
Where men become two
We ask: where is Okonkwo?
Gut in the forest of Titans
He roared in the jungle and
Frightened those in the streets;
He stood the wrath of a tiger:
Made morsel of his gut
And status-jacket of its skin
Since then he wore not goat's skin
His was tiger's batik.
Because of fight,he rested his head on pestles
Because of fear,he knitted his heart with cables;
In battle, he killed in dozens;at home,
He marched on dozen fowls
If we did not see him in battle field
Did we not see him at home?
When fear was wild
With its tongue of flame and fangs of blood
Only Okonkwo stood,stood akimbo and spat:
Which chick eats beads like beans?
Which puppy eats elephant's scapula?
Which demon stands Chinua Achebe?
When woodpecker pecks trees
Does it also peck plantain tree?
When thunder strikes,
Its honour is certain:
Songo king of pebbles
Masqurade in war front
He that we could not confront
And lobbied the bully to wrestle
But made the bully's skull his cup
Man of brawn, man of brain.
Where is Okonkwo?
Big Iroko that blunted axes
Where is Okonkwo?
Bellows that spat fire and melted metal;
I say where is Okonkwo?
Sheath that swallowed the sword
And locked out its haft.
For Chinua Achebe ,the author of : Things Fall Apart.
Copyright © KAYOD5 Kayode