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No Goodbye



Tears fall, gone the smile so warm, the light of our day.
Where are those deep gentle brown eyes? Doe’s eyes!
Why you, so small, so innocent. Why did you have to go away?

Where do I find an answer? Why were you the one to pay?
I must know! Wrath consumes my heart! No goodbyes!
Tears fall, gone the smile so warm, the light of our day.

You said I love you daddy, on that bright morning in May,
You kissed my cheek. Never more! Where was God my heart decries?
Why you, so small, so innocent, why did you have to go away?

Oh my god I rage! Have you abandoned the people of today? 
Is it by the sacrifice of innocent children that you now baptise?
Tears fall, gone the smile so warm, the light of our day.

Does pain ever find solace? When shall we rise above our naivety?
Dreams ended! Futures stolen! Their honeyed words I despise!
Why you, so small, so innocent, why did you have to go away?

These hollow people have my undying ire! A gun is made to slay!
They talk of rights, but in the cold earth my daughter now lies!
Tears fall, gone the smile so warm, the light of our day.
Why you, so small, so innocent, why did you have to go away?


written 03/03/2015

Copyright © Shane Cooper | Year Posted 2015



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mother WHO i HATE

Mother, mother can't you see?
How much are you putting the needle,
Deep inside of  my heart?
I know the pain won't go away!
I know you are blind to see the truth!

Pain pain pain,
When will you go away?
Anger, hate & discouragement
Always comes my way!
What am I supposed to do?
I feel alone deep inside,
I feel the empty pressure against my chest,
In a prison of hate,
I am sick of the people who I love,
Betraying me & ruining the trust,
God above who sees your actions,
I hope He will never forgives you,
For you who keep on sin.

One day you will see 
Throw my eyes & my pain,
One day you will stop on pretend,
Realize your mistakes,
It will be too late,
I will be gone far away,
I will never come back again!

Copyright © shirin neshat | Year Posted 2013

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Why didn't I die

Why didn't I die, why didn't I die 
When all the dreams and hope do fail
Dear Savior take away my life

Yet still to this day do I grind
In search for that dear wanted grail
Why didn't I die, why didn't I die 

So I have thought for months and months
Leaving behind a an endless trail
Dear Savior take away my life

My hope for program has gone wrong
And beat me like an evil tail
Why didn't I die, why didn't I die

I feel so hurt I cannot try
My wracked soul has left me frail
Dear Savior take away my life

And from my failures do I hide
While burning blushing in my shame
Why didn't I die, why didn't I die
Dear Savior take away my life

Copyright © Euginia Liapich | Year Posted 2013



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Villanelle: Oscar Victorius

Villanelle: Oscar Victorius

Lock not the door in the face of your fate
   The intruder lies dimly in your place
Will he die for you were he your true mate

Soft the dark wind taps in every haste late
   Makes your darling come lie by your fire-place
Lock not the door in the face of your fate

Harsh words stifle your heart uttered so late
   Behind closed doors locked by fear on your face
Will he die for you were he your true mate

Will he run as fast as feet duplicate
   When you tug at the bed-sheets of his race
Lock not the door in the face of your fate

Whose screams you heard in your embattled state
   Before four blasts broke the silence of your grace
Will he die for you were he your true mate

Now your voice shrieks still behind the loud gate
   What mindless mistake takes you out of space
Lock not the door in the face of your fate
   Will he die for you were he your true mate.

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2013

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2013

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I have learned the geography of grief


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I have walked the silent paths of grief
Sunless,dreary,cold and all alone.
I have slept on beds of winter leaves.

I know that death’s a greedy starving thief.
Although my heart weeps and my joy has gone.
I have never felt I was deceived.

I have learned that human life is brief.
I have learned by sorrow we’re undone.
I have sifted earth and what’s beneath.

I have felt the dark emotions seethe
I've felt cruelly burned by glaring sun.
I have learned the geography of grief.

I wait in sorrow for this life to cease
Yet some are never loved by anyone
I have dreamed in beds of winter leaves

Unconsoled grief can make us dumb
Into our hearts, we drag the ice that numbs
I have walked the silent paths of grief
I have made my bed on winter leaves

Copyright © Katherine Bee | Year Posted 2016

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And in the sky I see black thunder mad

Like a newborn infant left on rocks
My skin feels tender and my heart is sad
I’d like to creep  inside an empty box

I have turned away my  every clock
Whilst I try to improve how I’m clad
With my a newborn infant  on  grey rocks

The people of this world seem   like lost flocks
Like sheep, they folllow men who’re dumb and mad
I’d like to  hide  inside an empty box

Against my ribs my loud  heart seems  to knock
I gasp for comfort even   from folk bad
Like a newborn infant left on rocks

I feel akin to prey, like the red fox
Which o’er long  moors and meadows  has just fled
I’d like to  hide  inside an  metal box

This sorrow seems to sap my own red blood
And in the sky I see  black thunder  mad
Like a  little infant left on rocks
Without your   heart’s embrace I can’t come back

Copyright © Katherine Bee | Year Posted 2016

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Villanelle for Grief

Villanelle for Grief


I try to wear my widow’s weeds with flair you know
go out into the world a bit, not stay indoors and hide,
but grief sits on my shoulder like an old black crow

In many ways I am the same, though time is passing slow
I’ve done my time – release me now – I’ve mourned enough and cried
I try to wear my widow’s weeds with flair you know

I’ll not let them tangle in my hair, I’ll not rend my clothes, or show
the wild one who lives now deep inside
but grief sits on my shoulder like an old black crow

I’ll keep his house and garden well, and watch the seasons flow,
I’ll do my make-up, take great care not to let things slide,
I try to wear my widow’s weeds with flair you know

his death was shocking, a violent, piercing, blow,
the tremors, they ran far and wide that sunny Friday when he died
and grief sits on my shoulders like an old black crow

so in this town, and in this house, I watch the children grow
go to the park and swing and slide, then pace the room from side to side
I try to wear my widow’s weeds with flair you know
but grief sits on my shoulder like an old black crow












Jan 2017

Copyright © Lesley Morris | Year Posted 2017

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Eve dresses the night to Dawn's scorn

Eve dresses the night to Dawn's scorn



At the other side of midnight awaits Dawn
Watching over the night waiting for her turn
Dawn whittles the time for Eve to begone

Moon and stars dance to night's drawn
Eve's presence causing a slow burn
At the other side of midnight awaits Dawn

Eve swims the night pond like a pretty swan
To churning eyes a hearts a spurn
Dawn whittles the time for Eve to begone

Moon and stars a romancing is spawn
Eve is in the middle like a rose to a fern
At the other side of midnight awaits Dawn

Raindrops and dew spread over Eve's a fawn
To spurning eyes a hearts a churn
Dawn whittles the time for Eve to begone

First break of daylight gives Eve's a yawn
Dawn's presence causing a slow burn
At the other side of midnight awaits Dawn
Dawn whittles the time for Eve to begone


connie pachecho

1/9/17

Copyright © connie pachecho | Year Posted 2017

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I've Sought Comfort in my Own Depression

Curled like an embryo, pour that good brun,
A matriarch's girth to soothe at the head,
And await cataclysmic sensation

This shallow existence merely feeds on,
As one should deflower the newlywed,
Curled like an embryo, pour that good brun

The calling evokes tantalization,
To slit or shorten with some shears the thread,
And await cataclysmic sensation

All sensory functions raptured for none,
Oh, my dear, bludgeon me with a spearhead,
Curled like an embryo, pour that good brun

You rap at my door: a slut's seduction,
Sweetness, repose in this conjugal bed,
And await cataclysmic sensation

Take another face -- you shall be kissed again,
A malicious perversion, a godshead,
Curled like an embryo, pour that good brun,
And await cataclysmic sensation

Copyright © Darya Shir | Year Posted 2017