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Chill breath of autumn
Sears the poppy scarlet red,
On his memory'd cenotaph.

Tears trickle in the furrowed
Faces of young comrades
.....now long dead

Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007

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I did not know her much
but there was warmth in her touch

Tall and quiet,serene and cool
politeness was her rule

I did not know her much
but there was warmth in her touch

Feminine in manner and mien
an example upon our scene

I did not know her much
but there was warmth in her touch

Her eyes filled with grace
she will be missed in fellowship's place

I did not know her well
but in me this impression dwells

....there was a warmth in her touch

I shook Doreen's hand in welcome at the door of our church last Sunday morning,she died in 
her sleep on Sunday night, aged eighty-six.She had attended our Time out for Seniors(our 
church's monthly community lunch/fellowship ) where I sometimes joined her & her friend  for 
the meal part.She lived in a local care home and started coming to our church within the last 

Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2009

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Farewell To Mr Spock

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 | Year Posted 2015

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For B.I.
It is that feeling
when sleep is to miss
awakening or awake
you believe the heart
pounding it with angels

Copyright © Collin Lam | Year Posted 2013

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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.

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2012

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My Brother, My Blood my grief

Today, my heart heaves a heavy weight
Why, O! Why?
The soul crushing goodbye
Fervently I pray,
To see you just one more day
We part ways knowing it not our last
Looking ahead, thinking of our next
But Death, too grotesque, had other plans;
My burden to bear!
Why this painful news,
Only God knows
Someone please!
Wake me from this dream
A cold, unfathomable abyss
That I never want to revisit
We bow our head in sadness
And bury our faces in distress
My heart full of pain resonates its tears
If only, If only
We could haggle out of our demise
Gone too soon
The sheer disbelief
The promises you vowed to keep
Goals to reach before you finally sleep
You may be no more but not in my mind
Still here with me
If only I can see
A staked heart, resounding unbound tears
Forget you not; to miss you a lot
Lost souls, forgotten families
Never to me
Good tales we've heard
From generations long and dead
The happy ending cliche
For your soul, I pray
Here our fate! separated by worlds
While I wait
For the powers that be, to bide us again one day
But more, for in mere simplicity
I will never say goodbye
Forever with me, 
My brother, my blood

                                                                          In Loving Memory of our Lost Souls

Copyright © Wilfred Aniagyei | Year Posted 2013

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Friends Again

Could you picture it?

If you closed your eyes and see
 around that gathering table
 there they'd be.

Faces and voices from the distant past
 laughing, joking and recalling
 all those silly, foolish things we did.

Youth growing up at last,
 still struggling and searching for
 the right path and course to be ourselves.

Little did we know, some would get there sooner,
 learning quickly the path and direction
 before the rest of us would find our way.

Here we are, those of us still here,
 the few gathered  reminiscing, searching
 and grateful we are friends again.

We are and were never once alone
 sharing memories of our loved ones passed
 in hope and prayer to be together once again
Friends again at last.

Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2015

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Little Girls Heidi

This day we free you from pain
Soulful companionship you gave.
Eyes of love looked over my disdain.
Tail of happiness wagged with rave.

Dalmatian your breed, with a loving creed,
Named, Heidi, in youth with innocent face,
Growing beautifully as a spotted breed,
You gave us love, we could never replace.

Mourn thee for a while, and then moved by style.
You loved me, now thee is free.
I have no denial, thou has heavenly compile.
We shall love thee, beyond eternity.

date 11-07-2013

Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2013

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Gerard Sekoto, In Memorium: 1913 - 1993, Part Three


Long are the years you have lain your easel down
Longer still the sun at Botshebelo burnishing your skin

In the soft autumnal retreat of your heart
You could still hear children playing in the mission station
You saw with what glee they jigged in Sophiatown
And bled for your brothers enchained in District Six

Away in the quiet slumber of a land you loved
You wrought the blazing colours of a secret rage

        of man's will thriving in his limbs
            of an enduring passion for hope
in the dance of stoic joyousness
    in the embrace of a Mandela

Not a shaft of light escaped your hunt for
        traces of your childhood
were lost the spare airs that filtered through shanty-towns

Your world was a world of people
                                        simple people
going about their chores with premeditated caution
      oppressed people
endowed by need with the guile for survival

People for whom you lived
People who live on in your veins
      uninterred in your carved canvasses

(Poem read by the author at Sekoto's funeral in Neuilly-sur-Marne, France)

(c) T. Wignesan, Paris - 1993. (Pub. in the Journal of Comparative Poietics , Vol. 2 & 3 (Paris), 1993 & in Poietics: Disquisitions on the Art of Creation. Allahabad: Cyberwit.Net, 2008.)

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2012

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Open my eyes, awaken the Wolf

Beyond Comprehension
Brow furrowing
Thoughts arousing

Deep thoughts
Because of what
He had said

“There is more to life, open your eyes”

What could he mean?
My world is different
I have to be perceptive

It has been a long time,
Since the wolf has been awakened in me
Since I have tuned into my last memory

To open my eyes,
To feel the situation

I must open my eyes and perceive once more

Awaken the Wolf
Perception has returned...

I want to open my heart in the sunlight
so that you can see
beyond the eclectic shadows
of times consequences
where the moon whispers
ever so softly

To awaken my soul
so that I in turn can inhale
the perfumes or your nectar
so sweetly in every moment
with You

Opening my eyes and heart
Awaking the Wolf
bathing in the untamed desires of love
bountiful quest of consciousness & enlightenment
ebbing as one with the ocean waves
flowing with all that is life
all that is You and your vibrancy 
flowing as the river streams
uniting our innate oneness
monolithic as waterfalls
tasting the pelting rain
that caresses your form

Dedicated to Quincy Mac

Copyright © Jamesa Love | Year Posted 2016

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A Travel to Palestine 

In a landscape of chlorophyll sprinkled with yellow and red flowers,
neglected olive trees and bushes, my motorbike broke down,
my mobile was useless no signal here and I had a long walk home.
If I only had a donkey I could continued to the hazy blue mountain 
that has has always eluded me, moving away from me when sought. 
The beast and I could have reached the mountain, over and past it and 
ended up in Palestine, old people are respected there; mind some 
old men do not deserve accolade, like Henry Kissinger, a man of many
sins, but I would flame the downtrodden with the fire of freedom,
and not let them sink into the peace of slaves who have lost how to 
dream.  I would then give my donkey to another old man and travel to 
Amman in Jordan and take a plane home, sit in my room and be glad
that my life had not been futile, and listened with ease as shadows of
assassins surround my home. 

Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2013

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Soft rain
Leaves shake
Worry fades
but sleep escapes
thoughts prowl
Dream awake
her face only
my mind quakes
close my eyes
Toss and sigh
What night
the  sun will hide

Copyright © chris vold | Year Posted 2013

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On hearing that Ronnie

     for Ronald Hindmarsh-Midwood 
                                         (24.O5.30 - 17.01.92)

To recall a friend 
                        is never an adieu
  he has merely stepped across the landing
     the light still beams      the door's ajar
 you can hear him pacing   humming   swinging the windows
     to let the street in                the warmth 
                                                        the wind ruffled 
                               through his half-opened shirt

Across the spare digs halfway to the Schloss
    austere in the shaded light slanting on drab curtains
   the bare table     rough-hewn        the dishevelled books
       the gaping porcelain jug and still wet basin
    the whiff of fresh-bitten soap          the close shave
   and the stiff white collar excusing the day-old striped shirt

A gentle tap       the door opens to a glass of port
                                                                 cut bread 
                 and even if you will not                  cheese

"Beware! Beware you don't become an Hasbeen!"
  he made no bones of his luck from stipends through Reading
  the wideopen eyes commisserating through the flailing sheaf
                         fallen on his ample brow 
     the hand ever brushing aside
                   that wilful unconcern in your life
     in your little worries       your mishaps
And you knew you had mattered in his life 

To recall a friend 
                        is to give body to form
    to words that bind muscle to bone   
                                                   those mutual moments

You may come back a quarter of a century later
And he is still there         a trifle stumped by your aged face
      the mutual moments flow without break 

You had driven through four sleepless nights
  your eyes peeled beyond weariness 
                   your mind bristling and in the red

"Take care! Take care", he said, "lest you burn both ends!" 

Other worlds       other duties
  keep you from bringing up his face
  keep you from keeping mementoes: 
                                        "Never excuse, never apologise!"
 yes     you might have penned a word
                                 when the stolid face swung back
 you didn't        for that would've been abrupt
       too flippant     unceremonious        requiring tact

So you turn up à l'improviste
    the mutual moments flow over coffee at the Konditorei
   the same cream curtains 
        the same goldbraided periodlike chairs
            over neatly folded ceremoniallike lace
                                   the irreal flood of filtered light 
 no more the tug and grating pull of trams to dull your words

Again the same attentive stare         the same empathic vigil
        for your fresh worries         for your private imbroglios
    while he foregoes a meal at the mensa

Only you hadn't known nor suspected
       the stealthy pain gnawing away at the bones
              nor did he let it be shown

  Only the stoic face and the pained look
                                  for your own blasé pain 

© T.Wignesan, July 4, 1992 [from the collection: back to background material, 1993] Published as a "Preface" to Ronald Hindmarsh's commemorative writings: Mr. Hindmarsh is not writing a book. Heidelberg: Department of English, 1993. Ronnie taught English at Heidelberg University when I first met him, during the summer semester, in 1957.

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2012

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Evangelist Don L Crowder

Black face preacher boy smiling, Pittsburgh black boy
Come snow white all my sins away
Come ladle and spoon the church Jehovah's joy
Come altar me to kneel and pray
Black face boy, jumping up and down in glory
From end to end of dais yearning to jump the cage
Pulpit acting like a stage, I feel the kingdom rage
In the follicles of flesh,  tell sin's story
Bring back the flock, O, Jesus saves
Bring back the word cross the blue waves.

O but my black face preacher friend is silent
Face skyward and no word is said
And in my heart, memory makes lament
Donald Leroy Crowder is dead.
From 1925 to now is long, long walk 
A long walk for a black child, all the way to Canaan's home
And everywhere a truth seed grows in some fertile loam
And I too out of it, a full flaming stalk
But when church is full the silence
Is sorrows secret evidence.

Black face preacher boy smiling, lighting the word
In dark hearts and twisted places
I tell them do not cry, there's more to be heard
Waiting for the morning, traces
Of sorrow swept away, waiting for the dawn
To come singing, you and that choir, and the angels winging
Silence, the black boy salvation in white rejoicing
O let the glory come, come dawn
O Christ again, come jubilee
O grave be glad and set us free.

Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2011

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And to my teacher,
I'll never forget,
the gifts you gave,
before you left

I wish you could have stayed.
I miss you always.

Copyright © joe fisher | Year Posted 2007

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Your voice all quiet now
Your laughter never to be heard again
And yet it still echoes in my head..

Your smile still plays in my mind’s eye
Feathery kisses blown from above
Floating around brushing against my face

The sadness sometimes overwhelming
When the wind blows and the flowers dance
Their multihued colors magnetize even the butterflies
Just like you always use to do…
I can’t help but smile, 
remembering your love for them.

When I look at your daughter,
She reminds me about you
Even though you left too soon,
you taught her well...
At the age of thirty five,
The battle were no longer yours to fight…

Contest : Reflection
By : Wilma Neels 
7th Place

Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2011

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Oh friend of mine you are so sweet.
As we talk and talk we  carry on.
so little time we have just you and I.
Oh friend of mine you are so sweet.
My friend of mine .
If only you had time.
we would go shopping.
Oh friend of mine
If only you did not have cancer.
Oh friend of mine.
We are forever friends until the end.
Oh friend of mine until we met again.
My sweet sweet friend.

Copyright © sally croft | Year Posted 2007

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Drops of May Weather Storms

I know your pain 
Although I don't know what's happening, 
I can still feel the vain. 
Seems like the beginning is the ending 

One moment there's bliss 
It feels much like a wet kiss. 
But out of nowhere you see a mirror, 
"It felt so real," as you stand there alone. 

You try to make sense of it all; 
Yet everything begins to fall. 
"AHHHH!" you scream to the top of your lungs. 
Your blue eyes are running waterfalls. 

It hurts me to see a single tear, 
You're not the only one to hide in the room. 
Swallow your tears, don't let it drop, 
A splash will only cause more bitter props. 

But like I say, 
Tomorrow will always bring another day. 
So Faith, throw away your thorns, 
anticipating a happy God-given next day.

Copyright © phillip chong | Year Posted 2008

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I wish they taught more about
Heartbreak in English class;
That I would see your face
In stormclouds, when
Bronze from the sunset scribbles
Our names in the sky.
It is happening every day.

I am no prize
In my Rossington-Collins band teeshirt
And deliberately torn jeans,
Sitting on the end of the street-
The place where horizon brush strokes
Abruptly end.

Jenna-Nichole Conrad

Copyright © Jenna-Nichole Conrad | Year Posted 2012

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No Title to This

Stuck at the bottom 

I'm caving in. 

One thought of you not here 

Puts me in a claustrophobic nightmare. 

I can't wake up. 

I may not see you again. 

Reality isn't different from my sleep. 

I'm still running aimlessly away to nowhere. 

I'm so blinded. 

Every second is hidden that I'm spinning in circles. 

Makes me reckless, violent, purple dead. 

Over and over something's wanting me to say 

I was a creep for treating you that way. 

Can you forgive me? 

I promise I won't make you cry. 

One more chance I'll be a loyal friend. 

Walk to your door. 

I'm closing in. 

Standing on thin ice there's no turning back. 

I'll say it straight out without fumbling. 

For once in my life 

I confess it was a mess. 

Screwed up everything special we had planned. 

But now I'm here alone. 

Hope is my only invisible ally. 

I raise my white flag to the skies. 

Will you operate my wounded heart? 

The stakes are high. 

But I'm willing to continue where we left off 

If you have room in your heart for rent.

Copyright © phillip chong | Year Posted 2008

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Don't be afraid to go back in time and see the life you lived. 
Artificial smiles in a world stained with pain. 
People you trusted, you deemed as your friends. 
Only later they were icing on a cake. No one's understood you.
A book by its cover, they threw you away. 
Your heart's vulnerable, breaking to pieces day-after-day. 
Don't give up. It's not the end.
If everyone's turned their backs on you, know I'll be always there for you 'till the end.
Like shadows that never fade, it's inevitable for your angel not to walk away. 
So don't look down in tears. Just take my hand and I'll kill away the pain.  
I'll do all that I can to help you shine bright once again. 
Through death and hell, I'll forever be your friend. 
On a bed of nails, we won't turn pale. 
Don't give up. It's not the end. 
When everyone's turned their backs on you, 
know I'll be always there for you even after my end. 
Six feet under, my heart won't mend. 
Everything that has an ending has a beginning in the end. 
It's not the other way around. 
So turn around, my dear, 'cause it's time to leave our mark.  
It's the series finale of what had been. 
Two will become One. 
One will leave a legacy for the world to learn its inconsistencies. 
Let's hit the reset and see the bliss tonight. 
Because the end is not the end.

Copyright © phillip chong | Year Posted 2008

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Hello.../...Goodbye to Us

So eloquent the beauty absorbed around you;

You uplifted me by your sweet aroma.

Oh, I'm very sorry to say,

That day in May caused a breath to pay.

You stole my heart away

And cured my parading heartache;

Only if I'd known what would have brought that day,

Then I'd have hidden and gone another time.

I felt plagued and wanted to die;

As a lover would take a shot for you, I'd dodge infinity for you.

Yet only a stranger we both were, 

I'm here writing this letter swollen with a million tears of heavy cries. 

Maybe it could have been fate that we unofficially met;

A destiny resulting in both loss and gain.

A second's glance is certain to be the catch,

Since here I stand alone in the rain.

A passive reflection of sorrow illuminates from the scar;

My heart begins to beat slowly in rhythm with my eyes. 

The ticking of the clock abruptly stops;

"I know you're up there," I finally whisper  


Copyright © phillip chong | Year Posted 2008

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Gerard Sekoto, In Memorium: 1913 - 1993 Parts One and Two


Would that anger subside
                 anger fed on pride

pride of I against You
who is right: I not YOU
                        meum et tuum

Some words hastily released on the verge of angry pride
Tear from us a part of our flesh a part of our cells
Leaving us lesser men forever pitted against the I in You
                      forever wanting to be right
I above You

You may not - yes, now I know you didn't - have meant it
Your words were stony arrows sunk in the mud of my hurt
         splitting even before they found the unintended target

There may yet have lingered then a little bit of the malign in you
That ultimate grace-saver in your embattled loneliness
                                    I didn't stop to think
I had to show you I was hurt
I didn't realise your hurt was legendary
    already formed and contorted in the aeons of darkness
each in our indelible separateness

Your age your despair your self-abandonment
     in the gorge of medicines
         in the crises that felled you
careering through terrifying electric storms
    leaving you year after year worsted
wiping duster-strokes of your memory clean

                     I didn't stop to think


Your demise is the passing of an age
     is the passing of a people's pain

In your veins you take with you a hundred years
   of hurts and slings
        of dismemberment and mindlessness
of lost chances anguish and despair

driven into your lonesome corner
upright against the inroads of a Rhodes
or the pitted power of Buthelesis

finding in the milling Seine
 in the plucky rhythms of an ebony-and-ivory keyboard
   in the hidden skeins of your eyes
                                                     a pulse

beating with the heart of downtrodden generations
the infinitely pulsing look of defiance
                        that ultimate refusal of defeat

© T.Wignesan, March 29, 1993 [from the collection: back to background material, 1993] Pub. in Journal of Comparative Poietics, Vol. II (1993), Paris & Poietics: Disquisitions on the Art of Creation. Allahabad: Cyberwit.net, 2008.

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2012

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The Accusation

My friend ,
You have accused me
Of stealing the color from a butterfly
Of your town.
I tore out of some garden, you say,
A sapling of gulmohar
And planted it
In a desolate and barren cemetery.
Just as the coral tree
Has bitter roots,
So, in my heart,
Lies sin!
I am degenerate, immoral,
You have judged me to be vile!
I am well aquainted with pain and have deliberately
Made it my power.
I am a bird of prey and do not care
For the friendship of little birds.
My colors are false,
I am a dishonest dyer!
The inky serpent of fame
Lies around my neck
And strikes, with my songs,
Little heart-baskets!

My pain, like Ashwathaama’s
Is never-ending!
You remind me that my body-room
Will disintegrate soon enough.
In exchange for fragrant songs
I trade in wombs.
I am, you write
A very adolescent trader.

You say that a shadow
Is a child of light.
It is not the duty of a shadow
To separate.
The duty of a shadow is
Devotion to light.
In light, to always be ahead,
And to extinguish itself in light.

Even a bird can fly away
If is miserable in its cage.
But each day
I catch and discard new birds.
The reason I do this, you say, is that I covet just one thing,
The sorrow in my soul.
Because every song I sing,
Is a song of sorrow.

You also write
About one butterfly.
The butterfly who spent a short time
In my garden,
The butterfly with a weakness for,
Silver flowers,
The butterflywho desired,
Golden stars.

Her face was sweet,
Like the moon in a desert.
My songs
Were very dear to her.
You considered me
A son of Saraswati,
Today your opinion about me
Is altered!

At the end you have written
That I ought to be ashamed of myself!
That I should drown myself
In a tub of acid!
I should take my sick self -
Along with my songs -
And leave the environs
Of your town today!
Society has no need
Of my worthless sorrows!
I should be fighting for
The rights of workers!
I ought to disperse the color
Of my beloved
To the grain in the fields.
I ought to take the sorrow of the world,
And set it, like a jewel, in a ring of songs!

Copyright © Prabhjeet Singh | Year Posted 2016

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The Friend We Knew in You

Compassion that was infinite
Laughter that lifted our spirits
Comfort that enveloped those near
A crusader; true hero that wanted for naught
Whisked away so abruptly
Leaving us here to cherish all that you've taught
Heart wrenching to say goodbye
to our jewel as your name did imply
When we walk down the halls we will see your kind smile
We will never forget you walked with us for awhile

Copyright © Kimberly Palhegyi | Year Posted 2010

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Given to me, by You

Over the mountains to the debts of the sea
I’ll always feel your presence deep within me.

Your time here on Earth was all too shortly lived
But you helped others freely, gave all you had to give. 

“Together, she said, “We would stand tall.”
Alone I feel powerless, weak, and small.

The sorrow hits in pains I’ll never comprehend.
I’ll never see your smile, your laugh, you here on Earth again.

When times come to worry and I feel out of breath
I’ll miss your mind, as our memories are meshed.

How did you survive all you went through?
I pray for half the strength I saw in you.

But its times like these I begin to understand,
You’ll never abandon me, never let go of my hand.

I look around me today and so many things remind me of you.
There’re still painful to look at today,
But they are blessings given to me by you.

Copyright © Lindsey Davies | Year Posted 2010

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It is a fallacy to imagine
I could know your pain
The depth of loss for one we love
And who's loved us
Could never be transposed.

But I do understand...

Your loss is very great
And very distressing
I offer all the sympathy..
I can summon.

I'm hear to give... 

Comfort and companionship
Through these terrible, difficult days...
My thoughts and prayers are with you
As are my time and attendance
You are never alone.

Copyright 2016   Iger Rolyat   All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Iger Rolyat | Year Posted 2016

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A Elegy for a Battered Friend

Beautiful and Strong;
My perception was assured.
Proud and Independent;
My heart always thought.
Defiant and Resilient;
My mind was led to believe.

But in the night you changed!
Cowardly you grew.
Ugly you became.
Meekly you hid.
Dependence clouding your every thought.
Resilient? No more!
Only broken in two,
dazed and confused!

Your confoundment?
merely a man.
He hypnotized your heart,
Confused your mind,
Devoured your essence
And Broke your spirit.

I morn for my friend.
My song; merely a lament
For a time that is no longer here.
For a warrior; no longer strong.
I morn; for my friend.

Copyright © Lauren Reindel | Year Posted 2011

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My dear Friend

i've thought about what you've said,
about how no one cares and how you wish you were dead,
i don't know where to start,
what i'm about to say comes from the heart,
you're the one person that keeps me strong,
when everything's gone wrong,
you pick me up when im down,
you make me smile when i frown,
yeah, we've been through heck and back,
do you remember my first asthma attack?
so you see my dear friend,
what you said was not true,
because i do care about you,
from begining to end.

Copyright © Megan Huntington | Year Posted 2008

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And yet I remember once looking upon your lively face
I remember so much of what others have forgotten
The smiles and the laughter together
All the courage we fought with

Yes it has been years, but never the less
You’re still my best friend, only now just laid at rest
I know now when the clouds pass
It is only you shining down upon me
When the rain has come to a stop
You’re the only rainbow I see

Remember us most of all and all our fun times
Some will say, “I’ve lost another friend”
But you’re not just ‘another friend’…you were mine

For you Amanda. I miss you!

Written January 7, 2009

Copyright © Kristin Baker | Year Posted 2009