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Details | Elegy |
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






Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013




Details | Rhyme |
November Chills Remind Me



As November chill creeps in
I think of June and a friend
Sun beaming so eagerly down
our spot at the edge of town

Silent moments holding me
to a time and her pitiful plea
O' that this day last forever
and my love leave me never

She saw farther than I
the thought made her cry
I thought her so wrong
right she was all along

Clime cooled and so did we
leaves fell from our tree
October faded swiftly away
Parted on a chilly November day

November chills I think of her
so gone, I know not where
Shall June ever come again
will ever I see my friend

Sun shines down upon my Soul
keeping her should have been my goal.

R.J. Lindley  09, 11, 1976 


note: Tomorrow will be two weeks and no new writes by me. 
That is other than my private writings at home.. 
Found this in a old poetry book tucked in a chest with 
divorce papers from my first wife.
Seemed fitting to present it because , well its November now.

Answer, no never saw her again. She moved away, I lost contact.
Life sent its distractions and the universe spun ever onward..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
Romance was not our muse, he types
Not writes his farewells before each morning -
A simple 'Till tomorrow' left by cooling sheets.

We started as lovers, before we were friends
Speaking in touches instead of thoughts
Every night he clouded our secrecy
With cigarette smoke, an ashtray beneath my bed, 
A counter of the days we were spent.

But a playful joke turned bittersweet, I slipped
My favourite glinting stud, a gift
In his pocket lining, finding instead a reminder
Of sin and silent lives, a ticket 
To home and back to reality.

In dawn’s light and an empty bed, I wrapped 
Bruised red lips around his fading cig, enjoying
The lingering taste of him and his ashy breath.

Romance was not our muse, I type
Not write my farewells before the morning -
A simple 'Good-bye' left by cooling sheets.

Copyright © Ashley W. | Year Posted 2014




Details | Marsiya |
Dedicated to my Dad Jerry W. Niday 3/20/1952 - 6/18/2013


I am who I am because of him
He’s the reason for my son’s name
He gave me my courage & my strength
To stand tall even when standing wasn’t easy
Stand for the ones who can’t
To think and fend for myself
I’m my Daddy made over

Taught me to fight back 
To never back down
How to pick myself back up
When I’ve been knocked down
Fight for what I believe
I’m my Daddy made over

He gave me my stubbornness 
Gave me my pride
Gave me my temper
Taught me not to take crap
To speak my mind no matter who
Work for what I want
I’m my Daddy made over

How to keep my emotions in check
How to handle large amounts of pain
When in trouble he always had my back
He knew how my mind worked better than anyone
I got it from him
I’m my Daddy made over

Even though he’s gone
I’ll stand and continue on 
I may stumble I may fall 
May even get hurt along the way
But I’ll pick myself back up
I’ll dust myself off and stand tall
I’m honored and proud to say
I’m my Daddy made over


Sabrina Niday Hansel

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epic |
We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost half of how we came to be
We lost we four girls first love
We lost our Best Friend

We lost more than just a Dad that day
Our Mom lost her Soul Mate, Her other half 
Our children lost their Papaw
We lost our family’s foundation 
We lost the glue that held us together

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost the Strongest man we ever knew 
We lost the man we looked up too
We lost we four girls Teacher of many things

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We four girls lost our Hero
We lost some of our Light
We lost part of our Heart
We lost part of our Soul

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost some of our Courage
We lost some of our Strength
We lost some of our will to fight back
We lost some of our will to carry on
We four girls lost more than a Dad
We lost more than just a Dad that day

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
  
A chain-saw wailed across the fields
while two young men broke out in sweat…
 The tree had grown with leaves of gold
lacing branches, frail and old-- 
   -until its time was spent

He'd been watching from his afghan nest…
with eyes rimmed red from unshed tears
But, age and illness had hemmed the years
And,  just as earth might moan in pain,
    the tree came tumbling down

There had been a day  not long before...
It was before his war began                      
Back then he could lift a saw like that.
Hold it skillfully, carefully, casually……
Angle ..down ,  angle up,  cut a wedge and hear it crack

Now pathos in dust-driven clouds
has shadowed an earth that has lost its sun
It trembles now to catch its breath
and branch by branch it lays to rest 
leaves of courage, the golden crest
that was shelter, a home, a fortress, blessed
A place to lean, and find solace

A tree ……or a man cannot be defined 
by disease, confinement, by age or time

A tree falls down.  It is nature's way
to open the field, clearing the way
What came before, grows new today,
The void that's left cannot be filled
but, tears we shed can hold a smile

His leave will make a louder sound
The dust will rise.  Trees burn to ash
What matters most is never lost

Yes,  it has shattered our fragile hearts
Oh God, how it matters, how could it not?

But,  he and his tree have earned a rest                                                        
                                                  


____________________________________________________________
Dedicated with love to my courageous, beloved older brother 
who recently lost his war with cancer.
6/6/17

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

R.I.P. William Dale Eubanks
d. July 1, 2012, aged 68 yrs., Tennessee Ridge, Tennessee

Death came as no surprise
the first Sunday in July;
it claimed you, on a ridge in Tennessee,
with kin who took you in and waited with you
through the last hard days.
You kept what fears you had well hid,
did not betray with loud complaint
the fate you could not but know awaited.
A smile, a joke, a hug – exotic meals –
And genuine interest greeted all you met.
And you were, certainly, never boring
but well-traveled and smart
beyond the telling.
We’ll miss your wit, your bright demeanor,
and will remember all you freely gave ---
and what you took from us
with your passing.

Copyright © Leo Larry Amadore | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |
The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 

Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose |
I watch the sun set
      in a distant sky.
Fading
like a bright light
      on our Poetic Horizon.
I raise a glass to you Chan
      "Farewell my friend
farewell".

Copyright © scott thirtyseven | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? |


I've Scribbled This Song For You...


I'm wasting my days,
my empty nights too,

I should have held on,
but I simply lost you,

now I stagger along,

wearing broken smiles,
in between hell and you,
there's a million miles,

yes, I should have kept,
you close to my skin,

soaking your warmth,
but you were laughing,

at my foolish grin...


now I'm all broken,
and torn apart,

but what the hell,
I was always late,
for the tolling of the bell,

and now...

now I stagger along,

wearing broken smiles,
in between hell and you,
there's a million miles,

so kiss me now like you once did,
I'm tired of being so carefully hid,


la laa laa la laa laa laa...


(repeat to fade)


:-)

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Pantoum |
I see your sparkling eyes among the stars
Your voice calls out to me upon the breeze
Although it seems that it has been many years
I can remember like it was yesterday

Your voice calls out to me upon the breeze
A melody that somehow pricks my heart
I can remember it like it was yesterday
All those moments will not be lost in time

A melody that somehow pricks my heart
You were my joy I held you to my breast
All those moments will not be lost in time
Now you reside in the place where angels sing

You were a joy I held you to my breast
I watched you grow from a boy to a man
Now you reside in the place where angels sing
This world could not hold one as special as you

I watched you grow from a boy to a man
Although it seems it has been many years
This world could not hold one as special as you
I see your sparkling eyes among the stars



I have a friend who recently lost her son and I am
writing this poem from a female perspective.

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
The rose has been raped of her beauty 
Stolen by hordes of dreary lines
And to be leached further still 
Until nothing remains of her   
But yellowing birthday cards 
And sugar-free quotes, in italics 
Like a rose is like nothing at all 

Copyright © Jeremy Martin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
One step I go back, and
I see you holding my hands...
With a smile, walking down the lanes.
Yesterday I acquainted me in you
When your hands grabbed mine in your fears
With such reliance, allaying down the pains.
And Today when I stood still
I saw myself lost in despair
When my hands sorely waved you goodbye.

Another step I go back, and
I see you resting on my shoulder
With an ease, breathing  out all your whimseys.
Yesterday I held myself in you
When you hugged me in your tenderness
With such peace, grieving away all the hearsays.
And Today when I fastened myself
I felt I betrayed your trust
When my arms direly opened to free your life.

Further I stepped to go back, and
I see you lying up on me abreast
With an intimacy, desiring all your fondness.
Yesterday I mellowed my soul in yours'
When you lusted me in your reverences
With such warmth, melting down all the iciness.
And Today when I lie down
I realized I burnt my essence
When my deity hollered out to coffined my soul.

Yet I wanted to go back, and
I see my shadow fading out slowly under the daylight
With such isolation, deafing all those mirthful moments.
Yesterday I was in a state of solitude
Till I acquainted with your heart and soul
With such reliance, peace and warmth, gratifying all forbearance.
And Today I am back, where I was
I raged as it was hard to believe
When my heart panicked to say you GOOD-BYE.

Copyright © Swairik Das | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |
Things Lost:  Not Always a Loss

I often write when things go bad
So I found a pen and a notepad.
I began, "I'm writing because I am sad
Over the loss of a love that I once had."

I paused a moment to reflect 
Upon thoughts I had to collect,
Over the life I had to reject,
And the hardships I didn't expect.

Lost and Found are words in opposition.
Any dictionary will give their definition.
But you'll not find an emotional description
Of a heart when its in a fragile condition.

Once we were happy in our place and time.
I belonged to him and he was all mine.
But we were like words written out of rhyme,
A ladder without rungs that can't be climbed.

I remember us, for it wasn't a dream.
Love isn't sewn with permanent seams.
As the sun replaces night's moonbeams,
Respect was lost because of his schemes.

He forced me to make the final call.
I stood with my back against the wall.
When he stumbled and took his fall
I knew in my heart that we'd lost it all.

Like Humpty Dumpty, when he fell,
He was broken, that much I could tell.
My life became such a living hell
When he gave in to Satan's spell.

Love can be lost and found again.
No, I've no clue as to how or when
But I know this, broken hearts do mend.
One day mine will be able to love again.

I had a dream that came true, you see.
It wasn't just a sleeping fantasy.
I was lost but when I shook free.
The reality was that I'd found me.

Finally I came to realize that what I lost
Was the oppressive weight of an albatross.
Once that burden had been tossed
I knew my flight was worth the cost.

Love shouldn't know strategies of war
Nor keep emotions held from afar.
Allow it to shine as the brightest star
Or it will wither and die as if kept in a jar.

Shakespeare's words make me quake,
"Expectation is the root of all heartache."
From a drugged sleep the dreamer wakes
To feel again, the pain of heartbreak.

I've learned some important lessons.
I've found we can't choose our confessions.
God sees all of our indiscretions,
So let no one become your obsession.

There are things we sometimes lose:
Like comfort when we wear tight shoes.
Don't be the match that lights the fuse.
You can just walk away if you choose.

I once lost myself among other things,
Grew tired of being a puppet on strings.
As a caterpillar I know what change brings.
I became a butterfly when I spread my wings.









Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |
When You See Me I Say Hello
When I Leave You Say Goodbye.
How Then Did I Not Know My Hello
Would Be My Last Goodbye.
When The Phone Rings I Hope To
Hear Your Voice And Its Soft Tone.
But When It Rings I Hear Someone
And Its Not You How Could This Be.
Your Sweet Hello's Come To Me Like
You Never Left My Tears Start To Flow
When I Hang Up The Phone.
Hello/Goodbye I Often Cry For Your
No Longer Here What To Do Where 
To Turn.
My Tears Start Falling And My Heart
Burns Because Your No Longer
Here To Guide Me.
Hello/Goodbye I Just Don't Want To 
Cry But I'm Hurting Still My Life Will
Never Be The Same.
How To Deal? How To Cope?
I Just Think Of You And The Tears
Just Start To Flow.
Hello/Goodbye God Why Oh Why 
Did She Have To Die.    




Copyright © Charleen Smith | Year Posted 2006

Details | Rhyme |
Friends are not forever,
They last only a season or two,
Ones who last a century or far and few,
What I tell you is true.
Its hard to find just one reason why,
But some still do try,
The end result always ends with a long sigh.
Some friends just lose that connection,
They just stop holding the same reflection.
Guess its true what they say,
Friends do come and go,
Theres always someone new to show,
But they all end in the same flow.
Friends are only around for a season,
They depart without reason.

Copyright © Ettie Christian | Year Posted 2014

Details | Quatern |
My precious, darling Nissan boy, one day I knew you wouldn’t last. Although I thought it just a ploy, a swindle planned to take my cash. Barely you made it down the street, my precious, darling Nissan boy. The tire met fender to a beat, marking the end of days of joy. Someone abused you like a toy, someone I trusted with your life. My precious, darling Nissan boy, why did I let you know such strife? I bid farewell. You can’t be fixed. Your wholeness they want to destroy. It's true you are 2006, my precious, darling Nissan boy. 6/30/17

Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |
*Fiction*

I sit on this strong, gray rock, on the edge of the cliff
I ponder all life has brought me, as I view the distant hills
Shapes are formed in my vision, moving across them
I watch the clouds float away, like the memories of you
                     --- My heart breaks in two ---
Cracked like the rock where I sit on the edge of life
You are gone like the sunset, fallen beneath the land
With darkness creeping in, consuming me, while breathless
Everything I thought was real, seems to mean nothing
Now, the days are as bland as the dried, brown grass below
Waiting for winter to freeze the ground, to freeze the pain
As I get up to leave, saying goodbye to sights, I say goodbye to you
As the last single leaf falls through the air, touching my shoulder
I look up at a tree now standing bare, in the silence of my goodbye

Heidi Sands

9/26/17

Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |
Batman has died and people are depressed.
The world has to say goodbye to Adam West.
He starred as the Caped Crusader for three years.
Before he went to Heaven, he had a great career.
He became the Dark Knight over fifty years ago.
He made a success of the Batman television show.
He was a reoccurring character on Family Guy.
His fans are both sorry and sad to see him die.
He was very talented but now he's being laid to rest.
Every Batman fan should be grateful to Adam West.

(Dedicated to Adam West who died at the age of 88 on June 9, 2017.)


 

Copyright © randy johnson | Year Posted 2017

Details | Lyric |
Please don't cry over my casket 
For I am not there 
Please don't cry at my grave 
My soul has been set free 
I know it's hard not to cry 
I've been down that road one to many times 

I have no more pain 
I have no more sickness 
And I would not change a thing 
As I walk threw the gates of Heaven 
Mom Dad our brothers and sisters 
Will welcome me with open arms 
Here I am free of that pain 

Don't blame yourself 
It was my time to go home 
This is where I'm supposed to be 
Don't dwell on things which you can not change 
I will always be in your heart 

I will always be watching over you 
When that day comes for you to come home
I will be there to welcome you 
With open arms
And walk you through the gates of Heaven 
You will be greeted by our family & friends
Who came home before you 
Until that day I will be watching over you

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013

Details | Munaajaat |
I'm lost hurt and angry
Why did you take his life
I want, No I need to know
Tell me, Tell me why
I deserve to know

Haven't you done enough to him
What'd he ever do to you
He suffered his whole life
Suffered more than anyone deserved
Tell me, Tell me why you did it
I have a right to know

Why'd you let him born to them
Born to worthless parents
Parents who didn't care
They threw him away like garbage
Pawned him off on someone else
Tell me, Tell me why
Explain how you could do that

You gave him Polio
You let others treat him like disease
You took away the full use of his legs
You warped his hand and foot
Tell me, Explain to me why
I deserve to know

You let others think he was crazy
You let it go on for over year
You didn't stop it, Why
Tell me, Give me your reason
Answer me God, Help me to understand

You go and make matters worse
You gave him Cancer
You didn't give him a chance to fight back
You just jerked him away from us
Tell me, Tell me how
How you could be so cruel

How can others not question you
When others do it, It's murder
But when it's by your hand
It's your will, Their fate
Tell me, What makes you so different
Your no better than the demons knocking at the door

You heard me beg and plead
You know I'm not afraid to die
I was willing to carry it all for him
I was willing to take my Daddy's place
You didn't even let me say Goodbye
Tell me, Tell me why I couldn't take his place
Answer me God, you owe me that much



Spiritual

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |
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

Details | Light Poetry |
Because I'm Ready To Grow Up

I have had enough 
Enough with the happy times

I'm ready to take on the stress
No more playground or bubbles baths please
Enough with the piles and piles of mess
I'm grown up now ready for change

I had it with being a baby bird
I don't want to be fed I don't want to cry
I want to get out of the nest, spread my wings 
I want to take flight in the sky so high

I had enough of the princess dresses 
Get rid of those Barbie dolls
Throw away all those plastic high heels
And bring on the teenage texting of Lols

Don't u get it I've had enough
I'm ready to grow up to break out of the shell
I'm prepared to take on life's earthquakes 
Waiting for the day when I'll have stories to tell

Princesses and fairies will never be real
There is nothing in the world that's free
You don't magically have a happy ending
All i can be in life is me

So I'm ready to grow up
To escape the magical world
For you have to earn whatever you want
Nothing comes in a pink sparkly twirl


So I've had enough
Rip my childhood apart
I'm happy to face the impending future
drown the happy memories in my heart

Copyright © Sapphire Williams | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
How was it that I knew so little?
Your constant admonishments seemed so brittle.
But, as time progressed from day to day
I began to realize, that was just your way.

You taught me things I knew not
and in all the years, it was a lot.
Naivete' was my strong suit,
with a little stupidity thrown in to boot.

We came often at times to loggerheads 
You often chimed, "Something above your neck must be dead".
Yet, you helped me to carve out a life for me and mine
and took me to places where you knew I would shine.

You were patient with me in your own way
as I struggled to learn from day to day.
You acted as father, brother, friend and boss,
It was only today, that I learned of my loss.

No longer will I hear your soliloquy,
The depth of your loss, I have yet to see.
For you were my Mentor in times of fun and strife,
I will carry your memory...the rest of my life.

in fond memory of: Dick Clemmensen

written...10/31/15

Copyright © Dan Cwiak | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
He was always so happy
strong and bold.
He'd give you the shirt off of his back.
Tough.
Independent.
He had a rough life
growing up through the depression,
but like he always does,
he got through it.
He has two boys, of whom he is so proud.
Moved from Regina, to Victoria.
He had the best life anyone his age could have wanted.
But ever since his wife died, 
he has not been the same.
Sad
Lonely
Empty.
But like he has always done,
he got through it.
Mind slipping, 
just a little forgetful.
That's how it always starts out...
But like always, he powered through it, 
until now...
He is not the same person that I used to know.
He been sentenced to the prison in his own mind.
Possessed by the thoughts of his dogs ashes.
He likes to play the blame game,
but we know he doesn't remember that it was him.
He wakes up in the night
shaking with pain, 
tears streaming down his face.
There is nothing we can do,
Oh well...
Two more tylenol.
Hold on to hope
for as long as you can,
It's only a matter of time now.
He gets vocal, a very loud tone.
He'll block you in your room
and make false accusations
But we know that it's the pain induced monster in him.
Tick tock, tick tock...
You can't handle the stress anymore
you have to leave.
Just hope for the best, 
maybe it will get better.
Surprise, it doesn't.
Your denial is foolish, everyone knows 
what happens next.
Sedation
Medication
Anger
Hurt
All results of
dementia

Copyright © Laura Hamilton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epitaph |
You were never seen by us, that privilege sadly was not for us an extravagance we were overwhelmed by, the thought of your embrace The entire twelve weeks you were a joy to have known, even 'without' being seen hearing about you're arrival, was a blessing at the time you were conceived For life hadn't been easy and we had all asked God, we even plea'd We wait upon the day, you will finally meet us having the honour to love and learn with you, saddly not for us It brakes my heart as you part, you had already embeded love into my heart Just knowing we will now...forever be kept apart God has other plans for your love that's so strong, blessing us from the start we continually pray, maybe he'll deside to let you stay around But the intense pain of tears and loss, are constantly falling all around just let it be known, we all desperately wanted you to become part of us We all will love you for eternity, you are now forever one of us, although it was only for a very slight second, it was better than never You are from this day on, embedded into our hearts forever... the impact you have left 'unborn young one'' my beloved grandchild.... "Angel" 2012

Copyright © Denise Hopkins | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Grandfather
I cry, I hold it in, I cry. 
I hate the way I saw you tonight,
Wrapped up in wires,
Sleeping beneath the shut off lights,
But this is no sleep your in,
Its just a moment before your passing. 
Oh Grandfather,
I will forever hold the memory,
Of slick juice upon my face,
Sweet clementines dripping down my cheeks,
And long stripped socks at Christmas. 
I will look back and dream,
Of slim jims and chocolate milk,
Sitting at the bar,
The lights dimmed,
And Barbie stamps covering my pale skin.
When I was less than five years old. 
Oh Grandfather,
I will never forget, 
Sitting on your black leather couch,
And watching Mulan for the first time,
Or the love and surprise I felt,
When you bought it for me,
Because I loved it so much. 
Oh Grandfather, 
I will always remember, 
Walking the small trail down from your house,
To go look at your Harleys,
And feed the little ducks,
Crumbs of bread,
Or a whole damn loaf if I really begged.
Oh Grandfather,
I will never forget the time,
When you handed me one hundred bucks,
Just for Graduating, not even at the top of my class. 
When I tried to return it,
You insisted that you wanted me to keep it,
And I cried, I hugged you hard and felt your love,
Deep in the nether regions of my heart.
Oh Grandfather,
I will strive to remember, 
The smell of beer and whiskey and cigars on your breath,
What a sweet smell that now seems,
And oh how I wish, you would have stayed for that bottle of wine,
Just stayed a little longer for all of your visits. 
Oh Grandfather, 
I will never forget how I felt when Grandma told me,
You served in the marines,
And I could not believe,
That those Santa Clause eyes,
Could be that strong and brutal,
When you were always so nice,
And I found for you a new respect. 
Oh Grandfather,
I miss you so much,
As you lay in your bed,
Strung up with wires, and tubes and struggling,
To find your last breath. 
Oh Grandfather, 
I am crying, I cant hold it in.

Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |
Just pull through and smile. 
You'll see her again in a while. 
Speak to her she's up in the sky. 
And no it's not time for goodbye. 
It's time to let her live on a star. 
You may think she's gone but it's really not far.
Strength is the key I know you'll be okay. 
She battled and battled but just couldn't stay. 
God needed an angel on that sad day.
He took her to safety I pray, I pray. 

Copyright © Dark Angel | Year Posted 2010

Details | Epitaph |
Ah, Pepe!   My Pepe-Taco !     My Little One!                                
so much more than just a dog …. 
how delightful, how clever, how handsome, how affectionate!
you really smiled, and really said “I love you”…..
to get my attention, you kidnapped my slipper and hid it under the bed;
you dropped the empty yogurt cup in front of my chair and looked at me, waiting;
you tugged gently at the hem of my skirt, wanting to share my potato chips;
you ate cheerios and milk off a spoon like a real person…
often i sat in the rocking chair and held you until my elbows went numb.
if you thought i was out of your sight for too long 
you barked in Pepe bark code “come back!  i miss you!”

last night you curled up next to me on the soft blue and white quilt 
close to my heart, 
and we went to sleep - 
                                 but you did not wake up……….
                                                                                                                        
my heart is still  listening for you... 
now there is a little circle of stones out in the yard
I planted seeds there that will be bright yellow and brown flowers
like the colors of the coat you left behind.

one day I will not wake up
the soft blue and white quilt long forgotten..
and somewhere, in that Other Place,
i will hear you barking
“come back! i miss you”!
calling me Home. 

Copyright © lillian waugh | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |
I sailed unaware into 
the ocean currents 
of her life:
and 

smitten, I 
desired to ride 

them with her;
somewhere 
along 
the ocean ways, a 

seed of love 

planted in the soil of
my heart had taken root 
and grew--only to perish 
like 

a young hope 

that's fleeting:
though I loved her, 
she 

still wounded
me 

like a careless 
knife. 

In spite of 
this and myself, 
I looked 

for encouragement
in her stare; 
and 

at the outlines 
of her graceful 
form 

I did wonder: 
she was 

indeed 

a Helen of Troy, a prize, 
on whose loveliness 
I 

so richly gorged! 

But never was 
a lonely man 
more wretched 
than 

I was, 

as she could 
not return my
affections  

with equal measure of feeling.  

I would be more
glad had she been 
unwedded to another,
and   

could easily be within 
my desirous 
and
jealous 

orbit! 

In time, I 
never 

saw 
her again;

and love, or the 
appearance of it--like 
an aborted 

fetus

flushed down the 
toilet--died 

with her parting 
as well!


Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2013