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On Occasion

A beautiful time, the slightest breeze 
We yearn to be more than lost 
Your charm so delightful, alluring
Warm to my every thought
The beauty of life's song 
Sings so sweet in our minds
On occasion our souls will play
Among the ruins within our hearts
Delighted in everyday life
Intimately peaceful with every breath 


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I Need Your Help Daddy

I’m tired
I’m Physically and Emotionally tired
I don’t want to be the strong one anymore
I can’t this time
I don’t know what to do Daddy
I need your help down here

I can’t get back in control of my emotions 
I’m having a hard time dealing with your absence
I’m having a hard time standing by myself
I need your help Daddy

I’m broken and lost without you Daddy
I need your will to want to carry on
I need your strength to over come this
I need your strength to stay standing
Your courage to fight back again
I need your help 

Please Daddy I’m at a loss
How am I suppose to do this
I need your guidance 
I need you to guide me back
To whom I was before
I need your help Daddy
I need your help







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Your Death

Consumed and confused,
Like a lost three year old whose mother has disappeared.
Life stolen, but so overwhelming that acknowledgement will not come
What will I do without you?

Hollowed out, so much of you infused into my being
Wrenched out unexpectedly and cruelly
Nothing left but a gaping hole
How will I live without you?

Surely I will bleed to death with this broken heart in my hands
Memories like daggers
Your scent all around me; in the closet, in your bed
How can I go on without you?

Living in a shadow, just a zombie
Once alive and fueled by your existence
Now just a shell without purpose
How could you vanish like this?

Reality edging in around the walls of denial I have created
I will leave everything exactly where it is
You will be coming home soon, I’m sure of it
How will I ever be the same again?

Your ghost follows me everywhere
We were together playing Candyland; sweet wet toddler kisses
How can I ever be the same again?

My hungry eyes search every detail of the photos I have of you
Trying to remember the exact color of your eyes
Feeling as though you are fading, swirling down a drain
What am I without you?

Are you cold below the heavy soil?
Your warmth is fading here, 
I ache for your comforting presence, just one more time
Who will I become in this insanity?
I am so lost without you.


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LOSS OF A LOVED ONE

The loss of a loved one
Is like the loss of a part of us
We feel so dry we won't be move
We cry so loud, we won’t be heard,

But all of this won’t bring them back.




We can try so much to cope with it
We bottle them up, till we crack.
They eat us up like ulcer
We feel so cold as though we are numb.
But all of this won’t bring them back.

We can hide behind this and feel terrible
We hurt all those that come so close
We cry and yell and feel unloved.
We try in vain to forget our world.
But all of this won’t bring them back.

In the midst of this we will lose something
That one we lost can cause us more
But if we free our mind and hold ourselves
A great lesson we will learn
That one we lost, many we will gain.
Yet, all of this won’t bring them back.

If you lose someone, or lost something
Don’t neglect those you have around.
If you get cold and drift away
You will feel bad and still feel hurt.
But all of these won’t bring them back.

poem written by Kolawole Ogunfowokan
Originally mine


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Daddy

"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 voice,
His jokes,
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...


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For Liam

I remember when I was told.
Family in silence.
It’s not fair. The heartbeat of appliances still whining,
I focus on times I thought we’d grow old...
Clouds part with unexplained violence

And our faces begin to pour.
A hundred questions, a doubt
And what else? Footprint in a concrete driveway,
A spark-maker unlit watching seagulls soar  
From the soft earth, noise drowned out.

A boy sleeps waiting to wake
To manhood. Creased cheeks quiver,
And what he gets instead are flowers.
Relics in person, I question the ache
That asks why we give rivers

And must move on, while they remain.
Held by the smooth arms of trees,
Swallowed by a blanket of grass.
I ask the plaque what I cannot my brain,
Logic replaced by glassy guarantees

I see right through. He will not rise.
Facing away from a marching sun,
A no longer marching son lies.


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Hold Me For A Moment

You held me for a moment
For just a moment it would seem
It seems like forever ago
Although I could never remember
Remember those warm-filled months
Between March and November
November was the end
The end and a new beginning
Beginning of a new season
A season such as Spring
As Spring would bring new life into the world
A world with unreasonable sin
A sin as lifeless as Autumn
(Autumn to some called Fall)
Fall, when he would fall
A fallen angel,
An angel gained
Or gaining a loss?
The loss of a day,
The loss of a life
A life that would end as the day turns to night
The night always dark
The dark calls for closed eyes
Eyes that await the promise of a sunrise
And so the sun would rise
But some still remain asleep
A deep sleep they will not wake
Wake me up from this dream
Dreams of an untold story
A story was cut short
Shortness of a heartbeat
A heart with no beat
Better count your blessings
Blessed life-long lessons
Not to lessen the longing
But I still belong to him
He smiles upon me all day all night
The night, I am used to days without light
A light grip, a solid hold
Hold me so that I don't fear no end
End this yearning, hold me for a moment again


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SATIRE

beneath the sky, someone is craving for one
sitting besides the river, someone is longing for one
within the day, within the night, all aware
stars are in dilemma, whom I am searching for
all pains are heeled in just one look and glance
for whom I will make my life the basic instance
for one only my heart will throb and feel blood
eyes stand still on whose presence-they should
dark night asks me the reason of this painful lonliness
even though it is praying for me to be God bless


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The Earth is really in Danger

The Earth is really in Danger  


I know with our limitations, 
we cannot reach there to wipe tears from the eyes of all those, 
who have lost everything in this great tragedy of Japan.  
Still I hope that few of these words would wipe their tears or 
may give some consolation to those, who are affected 
by the Tsunami of Japan. Sympathy creates more healing touch 
than the concrete helps every country should offer for the people of Japan.  
As such a tragedy may take place anywhere in the world...Ravindra

In support of the people of Japan


Often the disaster comes, without knocking the door and
Takes away the most precious from the Earth.
We claim we are going to land on Jupiter,
We claim we would live on the surface of new Stars,
We claim to make a flawless colony on Moon
Where the inhabitants of this Earth would live in splendors.

But, we have failed to live even nicely on Earth,
We do not even care much for those, who are facing the disaster,
For those who have lost their love ones on Earth,
For those who need our sympathy, care and love.
Today they are helpless before the grave calamity of disaster and
Need badly their brothers and sisters to wipe their tears.

The Tsunami of Japan has wiped out,
Not only the buildings, trains and cars but
The Homes and love ones in several thousand of numbers, so far.
It has left marks so deep and disastrous,
Years would be required to replenish the loss
O’ God, please wipe the tears from those eyes,
Who have lost, all their family members and hopes on earth and
Are waiting in vain for their dear ones to come again.

Ravindra
Kanpur India 13th March 2011



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Poem written near a Cemetery 1 of 2

Poem written near a Cemetery  1 of 2
On 13th February 2012

While moving near the walls of a cemetery, 
I saw the glimpse 
Of a bunch of some tiny wild flowers,
Blooming in the golden Sunlight falling on them, 
They were waving their simile, 
With every gush of wind,
On the monument of a deserted grave.

For me it was a new and exciting experience, 
To enter in that cemetery of eighteenth century,
What had brought me to that spot,
Where those wild flowers were still smiling,
Remains a mystery
Every time, I think and rethink. 

I saw hundreds of monuments and tombs,
After entering in that preserved cemetery, 
Some were telling the story,
Of the grandeurs of its dwellers,
While others were there,
Standing without a crown or a story.

The grave on which, I saw those flowers,
Was not showing an appealing face, 
Age had withered its luster and charms,
And time had left its marks on its face.

Being in the last line of that cemetery 
It was waiting in the long queue,
For some kith and kin of Sophia Ress,
May come some day and  
The face of that noble soul’s grave, 
May once again obtain its lost glory and grace.

There I found those lonely wild tiny flowers,
Still blooming and smiling and dancing,
With every gush of wind,
Telling silently a beautiful story of its dweller,
As if, they were paying their homage,
While remembering her lost songs and images.

In the morning hours of the Autumn,
The tree leaves were falling, 
Everywhere on the ground,
And some were even falling on me,
Either to tell the universal truth, 
Of the inevitable departure of everyone’s one day 
Or perhaps to accompany me, 
In that graveyard of all those,
Who were totally strangers for me.

After watching that grave and 
Appreciating those tiny flowers,
I explored each and every tomb and monuments,
Standing in the memory of those British,
Who had lived a royal life during those days,
When they lived here and ruled my country, 
For a very long time. 

Ravindra 
Kanpur India 18th Feb. 2012  concluded in Part 2



Text of the Stone on Sophia Rees Owen

"Text of the Stone on Sophia Rees Owen
In the memory of Sophia Rees Owen 
The beloved wife of H T Owen Esqr. 
Of the H C Civil Service, who died on the 27th 
Nov.1834 aged 31 years 11months and 18days.
Leaving her husband and Six children to lament 
Her loss. She was a sincere friend, a truly 
Attached wife and a devoted Mother.......







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Benson Drew

Through the Pit's mouth she saw it-
Inert body prostate, lightly lit
the pale face staring up, hollow eyes
the cold waters, the mud, the mice.

Through the pit's mouth, she gaped down
into the very face of death's count-
Her heart thereforth listed afar,
in the soul of the quite traveller.

O Benson Drew! O Miss Drew!
If only she knew-
There pours the tears and anguish
Here escapes insanity and gibberish.

Watch her! watch her! Watch...
Reach out! Catch her! Catch...
But Alas, she drops ten feet below
For the arms of the fallen Moor.


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Unpublish

I know my stuff will not get publish, 
I am the unseen man with no name, 
I will be accused of being theft, 
As I am the man of no fame, 

When I see ahead, I Ought to High, 
A single thumb up can take me to Sky, 
Clouds wandering in air won’t stop me, 
I Strive hard, If I can Fly, 
But I know my pieces will not get publish, 
I am the unseen man with no name, 

This rhymes will remain unpublished, 
As the sunrise and set Quietly, 
Words unspoken, feelings not expressed and hidden Passion, 
I will take it towards stream silently, 
Because I know my poems will not get publish, 
As I am the man with hundreds of blame, 

Pleasure thoughts, joyful moments and Pretty Ode, 
Finally turn into agonizing Elegy, 
Trembling hand, shivering soul and Shaking Lips, 
Forced to stop writing anymore Abruptly.
For that I know my verses will not get publish, 
I am the invisible man with no Aim
As the person just like a Lame!

M. Shahid H. Chouhdry
Bahawalpur, Pakistan
All Rights Reserved.
shahid817@gmail.com


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A lament with glass of whiskey

I devour the time I came by -
By divine grace the twilight glinted
With the bedewed lips I felt mine
As I took the sip from my glass of whiskey 
Blended with soda and ice.
The wind passed by the solstice time
I greeted the solitude that I took pride
With my nerves resting at peace
Yet I revived my soul to see her clearly in my mind's eye.
Drops fell upon my sour cheeks
Yet I veiled those with an ethereal smile
As I poured another sip  from my glass of whiskey
I moaned with her fading memoirs 
As my senses were getting confined.
I tried to speak but I couldn't whisper even
As I saw her going away with someone
I tried to stop but I couldn't walk even
When I realized I lost my nerves, I lost my senses
And I let her go, pouring another to my whiskey glass. 
For once I feared and I shivered
And to honor my soul I tried to cheer
Neither I was drunk, nor it was cold
I opined my soul among the mortals of solitude
And I inhered with her memoirs by the twilight
That shone - as I poured a drop of my tears
in my whiskey glass.


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For Chris on the 1st Anniversary of Your Suicide

I guess he lost his way when
he left the beaten path,
I guess he was confused when
instinct and logic crashed.

I guess he killed his brain cells
with alcohol and hash,
I guess that his insanity
held him firmly in its grasp.

Asleep, I guess his paranoia
seemed to grow and bloom,
I guess he sensed something
paranormal in the room.

I guess his blackened pupils
must have scanned and searched the gloom,
I guess he thought he heard the
icy rattle of the tomb.

He pretended to have a job, I'm told,
and daily left the house,
then sat all day in the cellar,
I'm told, as quiet as a mouse.

I heard that when she wasn't there,
he sometimes wore her clothes,
I imagine him sashaying 
on his man-sized tippy-toes.

His insanity made him mad, i guess,
if that makes any sense,
I know his thoughts were warped though,
by no coincidence.

I see him in a fetal posture,
vulnerably curled.
I see him having lost all hope
and contact with the world.

I see him sitting all alone,
re-reading what he wrote,
a madman's twelve page ranting
in his sad and final note.


©Danielle White


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Consolation

I remember when we used to be so care free,
now it seems like we live on our knees.

What happened to the love and joy we once had?,
refusing to believe that it was some kind of fad.

We both know what we had was real,
Where did it go? Where's that raw feel?

A feel of untainted connection,
unblinded by pure affection.

Not clouded by others opinion,
to have control over our hearts dominion.

I know I've lost sight of what brought us together,
wanting it so bad and have it forever.

Causing so much destruction lost in myself,
giving the impression that I'm damaged beyond help.

Finally after years of my heart and mind being adrift,
enough of this confusion, it's time for a shift.

Not just for me, but for the ones I love,
the one who is reading this knows whom I speak of.

My spirit can only express consolation for what you've gone through,
something that has been lost between us, so rare yet so true.

Anger and frustration that harbors in your heart I understand,
wanting to release it forever a pain that was never planned.

The pain I feel is that I miss you and our daughter,
missing out on being a husband and father.

I know I can't fix everything but I know that I can try,
How long till I receive your love? When will that time draw nigh?




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Gates Of God's Decision

One Hour into school and im hearing news but not believing
what they say,it comes again
in the form of wicked sadness destroying seamen rank by rank
adn my tears fall inside like flanks,in my shaking head
I hold this in mind
and let truth behold all i might not see and death brings me closer to the seams
of life and im so afraid
im a coward of time and i've got so many cards I dealt 
but the ace is hidden by my side
and lastnight it was Sunday May 5th 2008
and somehow we they got there late
I just know it was'nt your time but we all will be fine 
you will be missed and we'll remember this time when we had to say goodbye
and our tears flow like new life
and at the drop of a hat,
a mother lost a daughter,father lost a girl,we lost an angel 
and God gained your grace students lost a hero,I know im way past my limit 
so why do I write still,but i know somehow i'll prove you're living in our brain
Mrs.Gates we miss you dearly as you glowed with day 
and will always be remembered not erased

 "This Poem/Song is dedicated to the Family,Friends,Students and staff who 
were touched by this Angel's Grace,R.I.P. Mrs.Gates"


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Lost Angel

My lost little angel
That never had a chance,
To hop, skip, or jump,
And make my life a mess.

My lost little angel,
I’ll never get to hold,
She was gone in a flash
Before anyone could know.

With hair so curly and black,
And skin so soft and smooth,
My heart will always ache,
For my little angel that never could.

All alone in my house
With nowhere to run,
The heartache and pain
Overwhelm me again.

With heart-wrenching sobs
And great cries of “Why?”
I mourn the great loss
Of my angel that died.

Surrounded by my grief
And the home she’ll never have,
I can’t help but wonder
Why God changed his mind.

My lost little angel,
Still, so precious to me,
My little Elaina Diane,
You’ll forever be.


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You'd Think It'd Get Easier

That's two gone from my life
Since February began
First I lost my friend, Grace,
And then I lost my aunt.
When will this madness end?
Will I ever get a break?
When will I return to normal
Happy and free of heartache?
Please, someone tell me it's all right
That It's going to be okay
No one's told me anything
But I guess it wouldn't have helped anyway.
I don't want to believe that this is it
This is the total, complete end
But I don't have any faith left to cling to
No heart or love which I can lend.
I don't have any trust in anything
Because life is so very short
God, I wish I knew what was coming
So that I could be prepared and alert.
But these things happen so suddenly
Without any warning
A life is gone, another soul dies
Leaving the rest of us in mourning.
So we are left with broken hearts
And tears running down our cheeks
We are left, shaking and sad
And that's how we'll spend future weeks.
With so much death in my life
And so many hardships I go through
You'd think I'd expect it and it'd get easier
But I'm sorry to say that isn't true.


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lost love

 
Needles in my veins,
Bullets through my skull,
Whisky in my blood,
Tears amongst  my eyes,
Scars black-out my wrists,
Murder floats through my mind,
What’s more to miss, love hope, misery, or just a simple kiss ,
Love has found  the key out of heart, and there’s no entrance left ajar,
Why couldn’t you conceive that I would have given up all I own and love to just be 
a sliver of your heart,  
Did you ever notice what I hade to go through to try to get close to you,
I hope you don’t forget my pain, because that chance has been banished from 
the depths of my dreams,
You’ve lost my kiss, my sympathy, and love for such a darling flower as your self,
At last I bid you good-by my lost love and hope you too don’t fight yourself, cut 
yourself, and drink away your misery, just forget and don’t think of me for all it’s 
worth I’m just dust and fading fog.