Ode To A Former Wild Life
Drank too hard, rode my horses too fast
didn't give a damn if my body did not last
Midnight was a bell for me to pour it on
get wasted until my head felt like a stone
Pretty gals, O' how they spun my wheels
woo'ed them as I pleased, made no deals
Passionate nights spent dancing in the bed
plenty of time for sleep after I am dead
Life was just a big box to rip'er open
bigger thrills , prettier gals I was hoping
Once a spirited mustang, wild as all hell
wildest things I did I dare not to tell
Memories good or bad often can not decide
yet one thing is sure, had one helluva' ride
Memories good or bad , often know not which
yet having none at all would be a real bitch!
Robert J. Lindley , 04-18- 2015
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015
You have my soul, but you have your fate
Whatever your words, I’m willing to take
You have my word; I’ll give you my breath
It’s like a chain that would never be break
You are my love with all my heart,
I’ll fight for you with all my might.
And in the way, you admire your goals,
You hold my hands, but not so close.
As you go to your chosen path,
I’ll accept the fact that we will be apart.
In the dark side, I leave behind
Within my faith, that you’ll arise
Please don’t look back, coz I’m fighting still
I’m hurting so much! Don’t want to have you near
I accept my fate for what it does,
I’m bleeding so much, do you know for whom it was?
You reach your goals, as you want to have,
Would you remind the man that gave what he had?
As you reach the stars, and be the one
Be a sun that shines its own.
After the rain, the rainbow comes,
Like dark in the moon, when the light flash
A glimpse from you at least a short
For then I knew my pain is worth.
Copyright © Emmanuel Fajutagana | Year Posted 2013
Three of my chickens are dead and they have left a hole in my heart,
I want to mark their passing, prove that they were alive and very much loved by me,
They were real, breathing and full of life from the start,
Oh they made me laugh, so hilarious and quirky; such fun hidden away on our allotment,
They did no great deeds, were not famous and hardly anyone knew they were there,
Alert and trusting, they followed my steps, looked at me with their heads to one side, wondering and seeing,
They slept in my arms and closed their tiny eyes when I stroked under their beaks,
Laid eggs and loved wholemeal bread, sometimes combining the two in to a healthy treat in their run, pecking and pinching whatever they could,
Stood on my spade when I was trying to dig, and ate the biggest worms I ever did see,
Had me running in circles to catch them, jumped out of the hutch when I thought I’d put them in,
Kicked over their food tin so I’d give them more and always hid in the shed,
Rearranged their sleeping compartments when I had just cleaned them out, kicking the neat straw all over,
Ate all of my winter cabbages and nibbled at my sprouts, sat on the compost heap and looked around, Queens of the allotment!
Were brave in the face of danger, survived against the odds,
When poorly, they slept cozily in my basement, and understood when it was time to die,
They may have only been chickens to most, but to me they were my friends,
Always pleased to see me, they needed me, and greeted me loudly every day,
Three lives have been taken, but I will not forget them,
I will look back and smile, and talk kindly of Muriel, Edith and Ethel,
For they were the three hens that taught me that all life is precious, no matter how unnoticeable and small.
Copyright © Fran Slimon | Year Posted 2014
As a tear runs down my cheek
the world might see me as weak.
But a pain that has no end
devours me day and night
until I feel spent,
useless, a candle without light.
Could I have done more?
Why didn't I dig to the core?
If only I made that last call
maybe I would have seen
his ultimate brick wall
How different things could have been.
But now is the hour to let go
Time to fight my own foe
allow him the peace and rest
Only has he forgone me
His sun setting in the west
a short while before my own will be.
Copyright © JP Hugo | Year Posted 2015
At Gateway yin
Long sham temple
Pink laced Taipei doll
Sealed Carmine red lips
From the four
Dragon tail rains
Swept gale winds
Funnel golden sand
Through pearly whites
That smile no more
Slighting the whitest Pearl
Lifeless love soul
Dress eroded salty seas
Passages are lingering..
Copyright © Tonytocaa Camacho | Year Posted 2015
Alas! We meet again!
We held fist against each other back then,
But once more now I see you,
And I am more than ready too.
Conceding to you my life,
For this conflict cannot be ceased by strife,
You are with the Almighty Divine,
And I thank you for the gift of extended Time.
Alas! My friend depart with me,
Guide me and give me the chance to be free,
Free from the clutches of life and its reality,
Grant me the feeling of eternal glee.
To my friends I say to you all,
Do not see my death as my own downfall,
For I am happy with my old friend who visits me now and then,
Let him do as he pleases for this is the fate of all men.
Copyright © Angelus Somnium | Year Posted 2014
such a formal occassion this is
having come in spiritual attendence
to the departing of a friend
it's sad but it is a fact well known
living that type of life style
next thing you know your gone
you were truely a chapion
at the head of your game
very few in comparison
could compete with your name
you were a Diva with a capital D
Divine in measure
you brought to the world
and suddenly, unexpectingly, surprisingly
they say you've gone
your body is here, but no one alive
can bring you back
not even for one more show
i wonder how Aretha must feel
having lived longer than you
Copyright © The Situation | Year Posted 2012
IT'S GOODBYE TO BARON SEWEL
I am a lord of vice - so
I'll say that again, twice,
I'm going to a party to
celebrate - and splash
on some Old Spice!!
There are lots of dishy
women there - and my
aim is to sniff the smoke,
I want to sniff some
laughing gas, I think they
call it COKE!!!!
My friends are going
to - as we are the
And mess around with
some rent boys - safe
inside a loo!!
It is the House of Lords,
and where we all cross
Acting like the merry
men - smoking up our
I like to wear black
stockings - but I have
trouble with the strings,
Lacy black knickers -
they really make me
It is an exclusive club -
for the elite of the
But, the admission is
expensive - for the
We snort out all the
stuffin - and kiss the
ladies muffin -
It really is another
world - I really am
My wife waits patiently,
she knows I am an
I'll take her some Coke
to smoke - and then
she'll really rebel!!!!
The women of the
night - are really in
full flight -
But, will someone
please help me? I've
lost my mind tonight!!!!
I am a figure of man -
equipped with a fat'
When we film
ourselves in the den -
I then watch it on the
I really am a dirty old
man - but no different
from my gran,
She also tried to join
the club - but we really
wanted a man!!!!
I enjoy the life of vice -
which is so incredibly
I put my stockings and
black knickers on - and
people do look twice!!!!
I lay about in this den -
as a Lord of Parliament
The freebies which I do
enjoy - we cannot get
But now I've been stitched
up - and I hide behind
What will now happen
to me - it's goodbye to...
Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2015
Life is delicate like
a rose on a cool fall
morning then without
warning life is taken away.
I cry not for the rose who's
petals lay scattered at me feet
but for everything else that has
I cry for the leaves who's leaves crush
like power in my hand and for the flowers
which droop and sag...
A mother who left this world too
soon and for her pain in till death finely
The world is a lot different place
with you gone... But a son has to
move on he can't keep thinking
He can't keep being sad and blue
don't worry I'll always love you... I'll never
forget the love we shared and how much
you cared... I love you
Copyright © Anthony Nacke | Year Posted 2005
I do not know?
I cannot say forget me
For that will never fly
like birds without wings
Take my soul from your eyes
I cannot say forgive me
For I am not sure of my sin
I take your fair heart with a fare start and balance it on the wind.
the breath that is left
inside my heaving chest
is meant for the exultation of you.
And all that i am in spirit, on land
is spent in the loving of you.
For love as it is, as rare and as cleansed
is not a forlorn sensation.
I cannot say this is the only way,
but the direction I've paved is without the pace I know.
And the love that exists refuses to relent, like the falling snow.
Copyright © Tanika Cooks | Year Posted 2013
And now I look down at her, her serene, angelic face
And the slight smile on her lips that has stayed
I think of how peaceful she looks,
In her death, all of her pain has been taken away
The pain has been passed on to me,
But I accept this suffering in all humility
Knowing she suffered much worse and far more,
Forever her pain is now a grander part of me
Now life's worth just our memories,
Everyday I relive them, our precious love story
I see her everyday, in the smiles of our four children,
I look forward to their visits, that's what keeps me going
Once I had thought I wouldn't last long,
Would die the very second she was gone
But I'm stronger now, facing her death and this emptiness in my life,
With the strength and courage to me, she passed on.
Every night my love, when I go to sleep,
I feel u lying next to me,
And everyday on my morning walks, I feel this tinkling in my palm,
As if u were there, holding my hand,
And then I look down and see...your invisible footprints in the sand.
I smile a little smile then, I knew u couldn't leave,
After all, you promised me eternity
And It's your presence in my life, that even after you died, has helped me stay alive
And it's your aura around me, that has helped me survive,
The biggest blow God gave me,
When He took you, 'Sabera'...the love and joy of my life, away from me.
Copyright © Ef Kaye | Year Posted 2012
Goodbye tomorrow for I may not
Love to see you glow and smile,
Today had had much of my sorrow.
Tell mother of my sweet bitterness,
The cruel kindness of disease I harbour.
Though the future holds more joy
But my legacy must reamain to inherite
And testify of my deeds on earth.
Goodbye mother earth,
In joy I come, in pains I go.
It is not in pleasure that I leave but
Let me go to the phase where I am celebrated
Not here where I am only been tolerated.
Today has seen enough of my travail,
Posternity will forget not my name.
Goodbye father wind,
Many seek to have you more than I do.
I am no longer comfortable with you,
I shall return to the dust where I was
Made because the earth detest me much
more than the dungeon of faeces.
See you the next time I return.
My eyes are weak and tired behind the desert of pile and cancer.
My life suffers in glittered ailment which torment me.
I may not secure you, my tomorrow but my children
And my legacy await you at the door post.
Tell brother of my travail,
Like a pregnant woman I have
Been through a fatal labour.
I have seen ghosts bark at my feet
Nothing worth a gold to me any more.
Tell the world to have peace and wait patiently
Until the messiah who will redeem her comes.
But now let me go to the other phase
Where life worth more than the earth.
Copyright © john chizoba vincent | Year Posted 2015
Seeing you still the same but different
Changes only my eyes could understand
Walked pass the noised hallways
Your eyes wore meaning, I couldn’t find solace.
I walked behind you trolling
The familiar blueprint of your physique
Had me palpitating but my heart was crawling
How could I un-love my everything?
Recalling the days that expanded the minute
The pain I felt, the trauma I’m in it
Cursing the living and longing for death
The pain is endless, lose my breath
Your finger marks the ring you’re missing.
A sight so lethal but what is it you’re really losing?
Life is worth smiling when it’s simple
You made it complicated, now I am in crumble
If space and time is what you’re weary.
Be fearless and blanket my fury
I am a lady without a man
Bring me thorns with a rose petal
I’ll give you a seed that grows medal.
Copyright © Yvette Dignos | Year Posted 2015
I want to right, all the wrongs that make u cry,
I want to fight for u against the racing time
I don't want to lose, not until I try
And I know u won't give up too, not without one hell of a fight.
Just when we had reached a point of no return,
He made us stop and made u turn,
You were all I had, my most prized possession,
But He decided u die...oh His one decision
Oh my Lord, your one decision,
Has changed the very course of my life
Without her by my side, how do You expect me to survive.
Without her such radiant smile, how do You expect me to feel alive.
She loves me so much and doesn't want me to hurt
So she's not letting go, battling her illness bcoz she knows
That it would leave me stranded here, wallowing in pain
Slowly and surely her death would drive me insane
And it makes her resolve, to be brave and soldier on,
Fight her death and meet every blow head on
But the end is near and she smiles and takes my hand
She says a silent prayer for the suffering she's about to gift her man
And now I look down at her, her flawless face,
And think of how much more pain she's willing to take
I think of our lives then, so full of happiness
And I think of our lives now, so filled with turbulence
And I wonder how much inner strength she must have,
To have endured all the severe pain that she has
I just want her now to be free,
Since she's only hanging on bcoz she's afraid what what might become of me
And in her eyes I see such helplessness,
Maybe down the road, she can see the darkness
And she looks at me now,
Her teary eyes beg for my forgiveness
For she knows she's leaving me now
Her strength is now wearing her down
I can hear her silently crying, and even though she's trying,
In her heart, she knows she's dying.
Copyright © Ef Kaye | Year Posted 2012
Spins the floor that is marked by her feet.
Her mind sober, yet she weeps.
Soldiers of rejection line her vision,
a confrontation not quite ready for.
An extended invitation;
so badly did she want to shred,
yet her fragile loneliness told her otherwise.
Once a vessel filled with flowers,
her heart now shriveled like fruit in heat.
She missed the passion behind the silent stares,
sometimes dragging on for mile stretches.
The stench of his disposition lingering on,
with no sight of honest closure.
With slender hope, she pushes forward with
her back toward the darkened day.
Copyright © Sara Ajemyan | Year Posted 2016
Isn't it strange?
That death can clip away the canary?
One might cease to wonder!
Death, why thou smile?
Only of transformation,
Have you perfected!
But can the memoirs be cast away?
All birds know its beauty,
All Lords know its strength!
Strength in making many miss,
Sorrow, fear, yet, a forlorn look.
Who shall sound the note?
Who shall say more of the canary than its deeds!
Canary's wings; now a sight of old,
Canary's voice; a slight hammer when remembered.
Tell tales of the canary,
She has only changed it form!
Eagles and its hosts, pay tributes
Bravehearts smile aside your lay,
Strong ones share your tales,
For death; rejoiceth,
Knowing not, a transformation done!
I fear not for transformation,
I fear not for th cold wings of sly
While I cease not to ponder,
Like men of days,
Death; be not proud, yet,
An indispensable ally.
Copyright © Babafemi Yinka Olubodun | Year Posted 2014
Today I had to say goodbye to two dear old friends of mine.
We’ve been through so many things together.
We’ve hopped fences, ran from police, climbed mountains and ran down steep slopes.
We’ve been through the rain together and we’ve relaxed in the summertime sun.
I’ve been tied to them and them to me for many days.
We’ve both been worn down as the time passes but we’ve also broken in and have been
accustomed to the elements that we must continue through in order to wander upon the
earths’ soil for another transition of sunlight.
These are my black Dwayne Wade Converse sneakers! They have been with me for more
moments than I will ever remember. I say goodbye to my dear old friends and I send much
appreciation for helping me stay on my feet even in the iciest of situations!
Copyright © Kelly Caldwell | Year Posted 2010