Like tender loving arms, they wrap around
old monuments of stone set on the ground.
Those silent sentinels that stand their guard
above the souls, we honor and regard.
To honor and regard through all the years
where loved ones come to speak unhappy tears.
Beneath the summer rain and winter snow,
these monuments of stone, their sorrow show.
Like tender arms, the vines embrace the stones
to comfort them, these guardians of bones
who bear the sadness brought to them to share,
by those who stand and weep in silent prayer.
The tender vines grow thicker 'round the tombs...
create a leafy shawl that lives and blooms,
and shows the hope of new life after death
which tangled vines embrace with living breath.
Like tender loving arms, they wrap around
these lasting monuments where peace is found,
and frame the name of each whose life reclines...
now resting safe and sound, caressed by vines.
Sandra M. Haight
Contest: Your Best Rhyming Poem 2
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Contest: Overgrown With Vines
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016
When my final shadows cling on desperately
Where I fight formidable battles
to merely hold the light
I send you loving vibrations
and soul sustenance
Deep from the cathedral
of one heart to another
where today no choirs sing
nor symphonies play
Yet it is here where we meet
in spiritual solace
here to surrender
and exchange inestimable treasures
like unopened letters
Galaxies are stretched
over chronicles of shared history
Nebula birthing stars
will be exposed
in forth-coming conversations
bringing short-lived fulfillment to you
Hungry to feast
now will be the time
to approve your blood art vision
and with my own haunting surrender
as dappled shades ink stain your chest
I will reside with you and share, mesmerised
pens - by branding
as this will be your written reams to me
your artist's pallet or brushed canvas
no need for words
and yet creating
mysterious magical moments
Bitter-sweet the music
that dances taut guitar strings
but now blood approved
please go kick your heel up
return to your laughter
and ride on the breeze
for not all are lost
for I am with you always
to love, listen and comfort as one
with you in me and I in you
Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2013
The last gold leaf hangs on the bough;
summer is just a memory 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;
but communion of the near with far.
On such sweet songs I stake my claim
to know and love you once again.
Copyright, 1987, Faye Gibson
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014
We knew , it was if a moment stopped in time
hearing the news before most of the World did
He loved to fly his plane from Colorado to Monterey Bay
He was a avid golfer at Pebble Beach respected
He had loves and passions from many places
deciding to fly low through the overcast red sunset
Not only did he love music and inspire all
He loved his Plane , he will always remain a beautiful Soul
The next day it was confirmed ..all saddened
It was John Denver's plane that went down
Today in Pacific Grove stands the Memorial
So Kiss me and smile for me we will ~
always in loving memory
OH babe , do we hate you go ~
Inspired by ; contest in Music and Loss of an Artist
"Leaving on a Jet Plane "
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
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.
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 evening,
Pal quietly passed away.
Bob held Pal in his arms and wept.
“Oh, Pal…my best friend…you saved my life.”
He caressed Pal as he reminisced;
Then, sometime in the night, Bob joined his wife.
The next morning, an old woman,
Tears welling in her sad and lonely eyes,
Brought fresh 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 through her tears.
“I had a dog when I was young...
A good one too. His name was Pal.”
Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014
O Leader!, O Saviour! , O Braveheart!
Words went so sparse, in your praise
To Thank You, paint you an emblazon.
Galvanised is the nations skeleton now
We dare to fight, we dare to grapple.
There is no hawk on prowl, no one a maim
You kindled the fire, darkness burned
We enjoy the blue sky with dazzling sun
You were the Candle, you were the light
You were the ark, you swept the dark.
Courage is synonymous with your name
Voice to, dumb by the oppression
An ear to the deaf, whose ears fear.
Shadowy wings to the brood you gave
To outbrave the deserts of despondence
We learnt to crawl seeing you ahead.
Now I don’t dare to say, you left
You left us Dear Leader, they say
I feel all papers lie, all news is fake
I see, masses weep, wailing so deep
My hands shivered holding my pen
Crying for the lone cry in the wilderness
I, let not my tears roll out of eyeballs
Better seep in heart, nourish your love.
Your never died, and you never will
You live in the living of one and all.
In loving memory of my beloved Leader and religious scholar Molvi Iftikhar Hussain Ansari (Kashmir, India), who left this abode today for a divine and eternal journey.
Copyright © Malik Yaseen | Year Posted 2014
THE SOUL FISH
Down onto the sunny - but windless beach - one dayMy grandfather and I on the water’s edge - we stayed
The gentle ebb of the waters flow in and out - it goesLapping with delightful sensation in between my toes
Just at the water’s edge very faintly you could just seeA very flat sole fish just wavering and looking up at me
My Grandfather - told me to this fish we must respectFor inside this sole fish a dead departed soul was kept
I looked at the fish and the very sole fish looked at meAnd in its eyes - the soul of a departed - looking at me
Now my Grandfather has now departed and I am bereftFor the heartfelt message that just for me he never left
Now with each day - it is down to the water’s edge I goJust waiting for my beloved Grandfather’s soul to show
Dedicated to my Grandfather - Donald ShawMarket Gardener - Whitley - Bay . . .
Indiana Shaw . . . -_-
Copyright © Indiana Shaw | Year Posted 2016
Oh! Mother India,
Let the pain of bereavement, with all its might,
try not to express itself......
For it will encounter a huge cascading defeat,
And it'll over-flow for sure!
For the cause of pain is so very deep....
Whole Nation is weeping for the great loss of
a noble son of yours!
an invaluable gem in your crown!!!
Born in a village called Rameswaram,
laced in the lap of your eastern coromandel coast;
Poverty and hardships filled his childhood,
So he supported his family selling newspapers...
He overcame all struggles of life undeterred,
With an iron will treading the path of hardwork,
Righteousness and sincere effort!
Scaled new heights of success and
grew up to become an eminent aerospace scientist,
A revered professor and
a graceful author of several books,
igniting the minds of millions!
An inspiring soul,a versatile genius
A noble teacher for young and old till the end...
His life-an epitome of discipline, humility, simplicity!
His genius he dedicated, for your defence and designed several missiles
Oh mother so he is rightly called
'The missile man of India'!
He graced your nation as the eleventh president and
touched the lives of millions!
Honour of highest civilian award-The Bharat Ratna, an honour
He ignited a spark in millions of children and youth,
A spark to dream, dream and dream....for
He believed that dreams would trigger the thoughts and
thoughts in turn into actions!
He opind that its always easy to defeat someone,
but difficult to win someone....
Oh mother, your noble son conquered billion hearts
so easily with the charisma of his persona!
He stood an indomitable champion of universal brotherhood
and global peace!!!!!
Salutations to this noble son who has set sail for his
heavenly abode....oh mother this great son of your land
will reside in all our hearts today and forever!
A legend he was while he lived and will be a legend perpetually....
Our loving homage to this enlightened soul!
Copyright © Anulaxmi Nayak | Year Posted 2015
It seems like just the other day
Our pup, Shadrack, did pass away;
And altho’ they never seemed like friends,
My old cat, Jorg, knew Shad had met
his untimely end.
He mourned his loss every day
And looked for Shadrack everywhere.
He’d mew and moan as if to say,
“We were friends. I do care.”
Then one night, an eerie howl
Awoke me from my sleep.
He’d found Shad’s toys and left no doubt
That his feelings did run deep.
So our tedious search began
To find another likely pup;
But while my poor wife still grieved,
Could another measure up?
We went to Second Chance and Free to Live.
She just could not make up her mind.
She loved them all; but, if she picked just one,
The rest would have to stay behind.
Then, quite by chance, there was a “pound pup”
Who’d been picked up from the streets.
He was a mutt, a “schnauza-pug”;
But he was awfully sweet.
He jumped up and kissed her frantically.
He seemed aware of his “iffy” situation.
He made the best of his opportunity.
Tears of joy told her elation.
“This is the one”, she smiled through tears,
As she held him... oh, so tight.
“I’m sure that Jorg will like him too.
Everything will be alright”.
And so it was, until one day
When old Jorg did pass away…
There was no hesitation on this sad occasion;
Come Saturday morning, we went straight
to the pound,
Open minded and hoping to be “saviors”,
Surely a nice cat was to be found.
“Sadly”, the lady said,” three kitties have only today.
There’s Andre and Panda and another one too”.
My wife smiled and said, “Jorg was your boy. You pick.
They’re both beautiful cats. It’s up to you”.
As I pondered this commitment
Another cat, a young one, caught my eye.
Like Jorg, he was a common gray tabby.
Fond memories were stirred. I almost cried.
On closer look, his name was Boris;
And, strangely, he was number three.
There was a small sign on his crate,
“I don’t like other cats and other cats don’t like me”.
But there was character in his eyes and he was cute.
He was rolling and purring and stretching.
He seemed to look deep into my heart
And did his best to be quite fetching.
But because he was just a common gray tabby,
And because of the little sign,
His chances were slim, his future quite dim
And one day is precious little time.
For a moment I was lost in his eyes
And I heard his desperate plea,
“I’m a swell cat and litter box trained.
Take me. Please, take me”.
“Well”, my wife urged, “is it Andre or Panda”?
“One of us will take the other kitty.”, two older ladies chimed.
“You can each have one ladies”, I said with a smile.
I want Boris and he wants to be mine”.
In just hours he was romping and rolling with Pepper,
Who had happily welcomed his new friend.
Boris was a perfect fit, an affirmation;
The Circle of Life never ends.
Much more Joy than Sadness in this Circle,
And there should never be regrets.
Honor their memories and all the love they share,
Never break the Circle, never be without a Pet.
Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014
With the setting of your young soul the sun rose
Forever gone home a place of rest.
But in our hearts your memories will live
And your short stay will forever be cherished.
We will miss you today, tomorrow will never change
For our hearts your soul has touched.
Like a lonely bird a sad song we shall sing
In dawn and in dusk your presence will live.
Until we meet again, rest in peace child of Africa
For dust we are and to dust we shall return.
Copyright © Chris T Isaacs | Year Posted 2016
Momma Has Dementia
I miss my mother so terribly
yet, she still walks the planet today,
still looking like herself, her smile and her laugh
but her thoughts are only on yesterday.
But, let me look back at her life to see
what I can find,
there is morality in the raising of her girls and
and courage when her loved ones were dying.
As a teenager when my heart would be broken
by some unfaithful boyfriend of mine,
daddy and momma would dance to break off my sorrow
wanting again to see my face to shine.
She has always been so independent
and such a hard worker to,
taking such care of daddy and my sisters and me
so in my heart I praise the Lord gratefully.
Then the fun we have had out shopping
and together going to foreign lands,
sightseeing and visiting and all parts of the trip
just having her with me made it so grand.
For you see, good parents are hard to come by
in this wicked world of ours,
so I know that mine was Heaven sent
and by the Father’s hand they were lent.
And when her earthly life is over
and her time to leave here has come,
I know that she’ll be with Him in Heaven
for she has trusted in God’s only Son.
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
Momma went home in 2012
Copyright © Marilyn S Jennings | Year Posted 2015
What could I say that you don't already know
One last word to share with you before you have to go
After 9 years of being loved and loving everyday
Was there really anything at all that we have left to say
I loved you every second, every moment since we met
You had the strongest sweetest soul I've come to know here yet
I think my greatest comfort since we met until you passed
Is I know I spent my time with you as if it were my last
It really didn't shock me that you didn't stay so long
The angel wings you flew in on have always fluttered strong
It's funny when I think of all the things I did, and see
If I was here to care for you or you to care for me?
And so it's time to say farewell I'll do the best I can
Until we're reunited my soft, sweet, bossy little man!
Copyright © SCOTT HARRIS | Year Posted 2014
The day becomes night;
As a comrade transcend
To true world beyound.
Oh! Finally, a jolly good fellow drops the baton;
A justice of peace with unstained character,
A sacrificial giver who neglected his needs.
Death, you never cease to amase
As you drive home valiant colleagues.
Death! Hope you know?
Here a while we must be parted
For a while the tired body
Erupt in sleep.
Soul and body reunited.
Thence; death, nothing shall divide
Father, mother, child and brethren.
Nevertheless, the dead, you were great while alive
And great in death.
The pens, sleep till we meet and part no more.
WRITTEN BY EDORE PAUL OYAKHILOME
DEDICATED TO JOURNALISTS .
Copyright © EDORE PAUL OYAKHILOME | Year Posted 2013
Sister. No sweeter sounding word
Ever spoken. Ever heard
Two flowers growing on one tree
Bestowed with beauty equally
Two moonbeam smiles hand-in-hand
Secrets shared in fairyland
Younger shadow mirrors the older
Little girl tears on a big girl's shoulder
Lives diminished without your guidance
I am your sister, I carry your silence
Four pillars prevail, one father, one mother
I am one sister and you are the other
Copyright © Sarah Heath | Year Posted 2016
Three thousand names they call out on that day;
now fifteen years they've solemnized the date
so labeled 'Nine-Eleven', to now stay
within our memories as tragic fate.
But listening to names cannot compare
to heartache stirred by this museum wall.
That 'Wall of Faces', staring into air...
those vibrant lives now silent in this hall.
There seems to be no end to photos lined
on panels wrapped around the room; we grasp
indeed how many lost their lives...resigned
to shock as each face comes to life, we gasp.
This Wall of Faces makes the list of names
seem weak in stirring deep emotion's hurt.
Instead of words, each smile there studied aims
to let the viewer's horror reassert.
Those mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, too
small children, grandparents, spouses and friends...
their sparkling eyes that danced with life in view,
were closed forever with such tragic ends.
This Wall of Faces shares some history
with facts and stories offered on each one,
up close and personal, their lives to see...
so many hopes and dreams became undone.
Sandra M. Haight
Premiere Contest: The Wall
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016
THE VOICE, THE VOICE, THE VOICE of yesterday & today that once seek solace
within her bosom made way for words,
words that billowed with intent calling deep within
the strength to overcome racism and trauma!
She will war NO MORE, NO MORE , NO MORE Queen courageously
challenged the world to change & engaged in the rights of her
people, inspiring them to dream, a warrior for equality, tolerance, & peace!
Like the dinosaur in "On The Pulse Of Morning" she too left tokens
here of her sojourn on this planet, like "Ginuwine" THERE'S NO ROOM,
NO ROOM, IN THOSE JEANS, IN THOSE JEANS, IN THOSE JEANS there
will never be another her shoes are to big to fill My Sister, Mrs. Dr. Angelou.
DON'T CRY, DON'T CRY, DON'T CRY for she has transcended, gone
home to glory don't remember her with tears, in fact, let laughter
fill the air, CEEELLLLEBRATE good time her life, legacy, love, wisdom, & knowledge!
Teacher, poet, & activist her words RANG, RANG, RANG loud & clear
"Phenomenal Woman, Phenomenally was she"!
Copyright © Cathy Moore | Year Posted 2014
( Where lions are born - [ Not Africa ] - The Topography )
You left me in the apostrophe,
Between the show-case'd artist's offerings, and the self-help aisles,
the pictures of Thoreau and Hemingway, and the broken helpless wanderers.
Already, I knew you were gone- didn't recognise you.
You were someone else, suddenly, mysteriously unfamiliar to me; no longer, "Family".
I could barley look. I could barley look away.
Vanquished, you were vanquished, like the lost, self-help coterie.
'How do I approach this stranger to ask; 'what is wrong'?'
'Or this is a mistake. Maybe my love of science fiction has finally "gotten the better of me".
'Take a pill, man'... the thought formed. A real life: "Invasion of The Body Snatchers".
It wasn't possible that I didn't know her- not possile she had been hiding all those years.
But, if so, why, what would be the point? Was I Dracula? The Wolf man?
You left me in mid sentence, in mid-stride- my love I mean, in mid-stride.
Twenty years is long enough to become familiar; family.
You wandered away with the children then, and I let you go.
I went to the Philosophy section where they included Metaphysics, Cultural Anthology, New Age Spirituality and more.
Many of these were familiar to me, but nothing about healing a broken heart stood-out; a broken psycii. Maybe I should return to the broken people sidling along in the broken book's aisle.
And what course of action lay before me? Do I broach the subject, or allow her to speak first?
You left me in the dark, between a relentless firey hope and a horrendous knell's acceptance, rendered blind without even the sense of danger I was in, what truly lay ahead.
'Would it really be possible to create a new life... out of what... what's left? What IS left?'
You came to me like a prisoner, and left me in the cell.
Even if your love failed, mine did not and insisted that I fight for you, even if it meant fighting You, because I believed, I had to believe, "Love never fails"- Love Must Not Ever Fail!
Building a new psycii from scratch! That's a labor cut-out for the "certified" professionals.
I walked on roads, both real and metaphorical, saying into a miniature tape-recorder the words, repeating the language that must somehow give birth to me again.
Cast into the horrid echoing void- frightful burrow of mind- stumbling over Satanic Joy's lie.
And only prayer left. Agony's strains to move the dumb heavens, confound the wise angles, and turn the ear of god.
But a seed must fall to the ground and die.
and the music rose-up and the words,
"A seed must fall to the ground and die".
But that's His Story.
I am the one born of that conflagration, that fall.
I rise in the world born of this truth- This truth I have- This truth I carry. It's all that's left me, and It's all I need.
I rage against every sun-wrecked and ridiculous heart, mock every miserable tear, and present the topography of that one true place called eternity.
It is there that love exists. I too, because love never fails. I exist!
Copyright © Robert Warlov | Year Posted 2016
I knew when I first saw you as a babe in your mother's arms.
Then as a young boy with your brother and sister.
After you became a teen and I didn't see you anymore for awhile.
You grew up and became a man taking on man's responsibilities.
You got married and had a family. I heard the Lord called you into service
for His name sake.
Now I've been told you went to our Father God yesterday.
You did the work, you fought the good fight. And now you rest.
Leaving those who love you behind. We will all remember the
best of times, laughter, joy, now peace.
So, go with the Angels to that Heavenly place.
Enjoy till we all meet again.
Love, Victory, Peace.
To Bruce Halstead
July 16, 2015
Copyright © Marilyn Williams | Year Posted 2015
Granite blocks of stone
Stand vigil all alone
Lean as if in prayer
Where seldom footsteps tread
Here among the dead
Faithful through the years
Where long bereft of tears
Remnants of a past
A lifetime etched in stone
Name and date alone
In loving memory of
Copyright © Bob Quigley | Year Posted 2013
Our brothers were born upside down
They were conceived by mistake.....and
our fathers choose to call them prodigal
Who would have thought as much?
With their faces beaming with smiles as
their foreheads shone bright with promising future,
There names we never wished to forget because
they made us live reciting it again and again
But they ended up stamped on grave stones just because
they were too obedient to pick up the gun and had gone
Now we wished they weren’t born at all
We wished they hadn’t picked up the gun but run
We wished we were wishes
We wouldn’t have wished war.
Copyright © victor nwakanma | Year Posted 2015
I do not know?
You’re free now, baby
No more restraints
No ominous darkness behind each day
All the fears have gone their way
The aching bones
The lonely heart
They've left you now
You can start your time anew
Or lingering despair
You’re free now, baby
So go your way
Your path is bright
Your heart unchained
Time for reality, no more delusion
The way of the soul invites no confusion.
Your truth is unfettered
And puts rest all illusion.
God Speed, my brother
I’ll see you soon,
In the place where the light shines
Bright as the moon.
Copyright © Laura Dodd | Year Posted 2015
Time moves on,
and soon will tell,
when asked for whom
they ring the bell…
…and forty lost,
you left before twilight.
When it’s half as much,
at twice the cost,
in perfect light…
We live in castles
…made of sand,
we come as a stranger,
but leave as a friend…
your last first kiss,
those times will be
Your smile indeed
could cast a spell.
You learned to
play a bad hand well…
With all our hopes
and dreams in tow,
we are old too quick,
and wise too slow.
Life’s an elaborate
Would you live again,
if you had the chance?
Copyright © 2013
Copyright © Cole Banner | Year Posted 2013
Crying purple tears
You were so generous in sharing your gift to the world
You always poured your heart and soul into your music
Rather...music poured it's heart and soul into you
Your music was a beacon of hope in this darkened world
Shining so brightly...more brightly than anyone else before you
Your music brought together cultures and colours
into a sonorous and harmonious chorus.
Your hopes and dreams for a just world,
where peace and harmony would reign
never came true for you...at least not yet
Although you died today, you will live on in your music
Your talent will continue to inspire for generations.
Your legacy of goodwill benevolence and kindness
will never be forgotten all through the years
Until you're back again for one more encore
we'll keep on crying purple tears.
In memory of Prince 1958-2016
John Derek Hamilton
Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2016
Washington DC deeply mourns
Elegance at its best
The horizon of sunrise to sun down which can both contest
The term “STAND BY YOUR MAN”
Nancy Reagan fits that caravan
Nancy Reagan was her married last name
But her life also surrounded Hollywood in bringing her fame
Yet Nancy Reagan had a very fulfilled life
She lived throughout her creed
Her mission was to continue to proceed
Nancy Reagan’s name known throughout the world
The world’s heart captivated in tears
But her life contributed in having no fears
It was Nancy Reagan’s pause being her own class act
This is a true known fact
There was emptiness in her heart, and she longed to hear her late husband Ronald Reagan voice once again
Ronald Reagan’s voice did call
I saved you a place to be by my side
Heaven was all prepared
The chariot was set just right
Suddenly there was a strong beaming light
Nancy Reagan responded that the light was extremely bright
It was the signal for Nancy Reagan to come up
I saw two flying Doves
It was each in enduring love
Nancy Reagan will be missed
She left an enriched and embraced life
But she also states, don’t mourn long for me
I am at rest in a place I want to be
Yes I was Nancy Reagan for all to see
But I want you to remember me as Nancy
You know, the one into fashion and fancy
My three components, COMMITMENT, DETERMINATION AND DESTINED
This sums up Nancy Reagan’s life while she lived
Her devotion in time that she would normally give
Her motto, Live on, but be involved
The world’s problems, just try to solve
My legacy of who I was speaks for itself
Don’t think of me like everybody else
As a Dove, I must fly on to the next chapter of my life
A journey far and long, but Heaven is where I belong
I hear music in my arrival
I hear singing of joy
My life has been fulfilled and I want you all to carry on still
I say until we meet again to all my loving friends.
Copyright © ANTHONY BLAKE | Year Posted 2016
Ten years passed Maa, you left this world leaving me alone
but still I feel your presence, your tender touch, quietly lying in bed, I moan.
Always you were concerned, who will take care of me in your absence
today none is there to worry for me, in their lives, I have no importance.
Still I find myself holding your coffin, sitting by your lifeless body, on that ill-fated day,
I touched your hands and feet, cold as ice, unable to come out of dismay.
A heavenly peace on your face, comfortably sleeping, from all worldly sufferings you were away.
I cried, but never could wake you up, couldn't believe your sweet face could ever decay.
Sometimes, at leisure when I look at the sky on a peaceful night,
Sitting in my 'Hanging Garden on a lonely night beneath the serene moonlight,
I can hear your melodious voice, the songs you sang for me
Those priceless moments we spent together, lying on our terrace amidst
Shiuli, Jasmine and Hasnahana tree.
I was a teenager, blooming to be a beautiful young girl, bidding my childhood adieu,
You were proud of my beauty and talents, I was lucky to inherit from you.
You dressed me up beautifully each time I celebrated my auspicious days
You made me feel I'm the most gorgeous girl, confident in your praise.
Our children were brought up in your love and care
You once again proved to be a great grandmother.
You taught them how to live life in faith and prayer
always been pious and a true God lover.
You are the best mother ever I have met, a blessing from above
A Godly image of sacrifice, benevolence and abundance of love.
I've ne'er seen a greater animal lover, flowing water of love from a ceaseless cascade.
I've seen you taking care of sick kith and kin in their last days
Forgiving the evil they unleashed on you, you nursed them with a smiling face.
I salute your virtue of forgiveness and the Spirit of caring for your enemies,
I believe you're enjoying with our Lord in Heaven
dwelling with angels and heavenly bodies!
Copyright © Manimala Basu | Year Posted 2015
In the clouds today
Rallying blue alphabets
Kolkata, June 5, 2016
Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016
I see a meadow,
Simple and plain,
But it speaks to me,
And it speaks of the fallen men,
And all its seen slain.
Flowers bloom at its edge,
Seems of a comforting place,
But it spoke to me,
It spoke of the war,
Man to man, race to race,
From its edges to beyond the ever far.
Only green, green grass,
But I can see it now,
Red blood upon the field,
And the courage the men must wield.
I can hear the shouts,
From the broken meadow,
From all it has seen,
It shall never forget,
What it must clean.
Blood soaked meadow,
Bodies beneath the earth,
Where war was once fought,
Is now a place of mirth.
No one knows,
Only the meadow and I,
Of the many horrid things,
That took place that day.
I look below me,
For the fallen and dead,
As the tears beckon my sleeve.
As lonely as it may seem,
And the beauty it now holds,
We know the truth,
So I sit, and never move,
As the rest of its story unfolds.
I can see it all,
I shall never forget.
Another shall pass,
To see a meadow,
Simple and plain,
And I will rise,
To tell them of those who had been slain.
Copyright © GENESIS QUIHUIS | Year Posted 2013
New of sadness once again heard,
another hero gone.
Ya Gotta Believe were his famous words,
from Tug McGraw's throne.
No other could where the crown,
what a ball he could throw.
Not a better pitcher to be found,
all of his fans do know.
A hope and courage award you received,
a warrrior and fighter.
We'll never forget, Y a Gotta Believe,
you've made our stadium brighter.
Now you're life is put to rest,
God show him his path please.
This great man has passed the test,
in 1980 he won the world series.
Wei'll say goodbye, to this one so tall,
in our eyes we see.
God made his call to Tug McGraw,
remember, "Ya Gotta Believe.
Copyright © Diane Pennestri | Year Posted 2016
In Ecclesiastes Chapter 3 it lets us know under the sun there is a time for everything,
a time to dance, a time to sing,
a time to mourn, a time to cry,
a time to live, there is even a time that it’s ok to question why?
Why Lord did you take her? Why did she have to go away?
Why when we loved her and needed her, why couldn’t she stay?
And if you listen to the small still voice as he whispers in your ear,
I believe these are the words that you might hear….
My child you love her but I love her too, and you may not believe this but Heaven needed her much more then you can see,
she has a place prepared for her here with me,
she is my special angel , she still has a works to do, and her earthly body just wouldn’t sustain,
it was causing her so much hardship and pain,
It hurt me to see my daughter that way and it left you open for hell brimstone fire and rain,
so I intervened seeing you needed the protection guidance and love that she gave you so good while she was able to fight,
I had to! The pain in her flesh was keeping her from doing the job right!
So I done a works when I called her home not just for her, but for you too,
You see my dear child she is the guardian Angel that I have appointed to you,
now she hurts no more, yet she is still there to protect, guide, and nourish you,
so don’t worry she is not far from you,
right now you may not believe me,
but in days to come it will become clear and you will see,
for Heaven has its angel back, her mansion she has claimed,
and when the wind blows you will hear her calling your name,
you will feel her showering you with love in the midst of the rain,
and you will even feel the warmth of her embrace,
as the sun makes its way thru the clouds and shines upon your face,
when all of this comes to pass then you will understand and know that my words are true,
when I say she has not left….. She is still there with you!
Dedicated to Marjorie Black our Angel!
Copyright © MISTY RITTER | Year Posted 2014
(Dedicated to Carlos Bousono)
Without digressions and steadily
You grew old like a river reaching the sea.
As one who reaches the sea and the sand,
you let go off the safety of the land.
You fought the storms battling with age.
Your spirit overcame. You turned a page.
Your words became salty and filled with shells,
drifting in light and drafted in spells.
Young in its fervour, brother of the waves,
your heart carried weight, wherever it braved.
Wherever it braved, you came into being
as when morning dawns and night is fleeing
in the slimmest of lights, and you suddenly know
a new day is born and you feel aglow.
You reached old age undisturbed by chance
with time for reflection and eager for balance,
with a gift to listen, repent and find peace,
as the sea waves receive, hold on and release.
As the sea winds play with an errant dove
may the Great Spirit enfold you with love,
carry you, written in wind, salt and sea
to Elysium’s infinite harmony.
Copyright © Scharlie Meeuws | Year Posted 2014