Best Josh Poems
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And the violins
And the woodwinds
Weep
Softly into the night
So moved by the sounds
Welling up
From the depths
Of the soul
That conveys
The over-whelming
Emotional pain
Contained
In every word
Of the song he sings
‘Home to Stay’ .
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I'm sorry to all of my children
How I wish I could go back to change
The wrong things I've put you all through
And to make time rearrange
Those times to good moments for all of you
I'm sorry for what my life, fears and screw ups have put all four of you through
I simply rolled with what those fears handed me
Yes I so should've done more
And not just let it be
I was so scared and didn't really know what to do
When you're standing inside a house with the rook on fire
Well you, in that moment, are to blind to see
What's happening all around
Now I see it all to clearly and the fire is burning everything down to the ground
I'm sorry I wasn't there for you like I should've been
There's no excuse for it
Those wounds you now bear may not ever mend
And I live with that everyday
But that doesn't mean the love that I feel
For each one of you isn't real
It most certainly is
I'm not asking any of you to forgive me or accept my apology
But know that this all comes from my heart
Pain and rage will tear ones soul apart
And none of these words will make the past different, go away or any better
We do still have a chance, however, to overcome it and get through the stormy
weather together
Being better people in the end
So while this don't make my mistakes you bear go away
I still need to say
You can hate me more and more everyday
If that's what is helping you to get by and cope
But no matter how much hate you have for me, I still love all four of you
unconditionally
Perhaps one day you can each find it in your hearts to forgive me
Not for me, but for yourselves cause it's truly the only way you'll ever fully be able to
move on........Love Mom
José, Edwin, and Josh are ready to claim the crown
Best team in baseball, they'll become renowned
Onward and upward
No stopping this herd
Forget the Yanks and Red Sox in their pretty ball gowns
I loved you
You were quiet and surly
But your soul was dying in the darkness
And I never knew
You never said a word
And I was accustomed to your silence
So how could I have known you wouldn't say goodbye
Did you think if you were out of sight that you would be out of mind
You deserved to know the truth
I did not mean to hurt you
I was merely a child and so were you
We did not have the ability to understand foresight
To accept I would wound your heart
And you would scar mine
All these years later I just want to ask
How could you pull the trigger and leave me behind
As you ran away I was left in the wake
Of my words and my hate
All a horrible mistake
Couldn't you have given me the chance
Once my feelings changed
To tell you I love you
And perhaps change your fate
Will a day ever come
Somewhere down the line
When I open my heart for you
And show you the damage you have done
Will you have to look me in the eye
And explain exactly why
Your death had to be the immeasurable sorrow in my life
Inspired by Josh Rosenberg's Introduction
@ Samara's Medical Fund
Samara is the most loving, kind and very funny,
outgoing human being, always warm and friendly.
From the first minute you meet her she immediately
makes you feel as if you've always been part of her family.
I challenge anyone to spend 5 minutes with her
and not laugh harder than you've laughed in your entire life before.
In 2012, Samara was diagnosed with breast cancer sadly
and after numerous surgeries and a lot of chemotherapy
we believed she had beaten her cancer once and for all finally.
All this treatment came with a humongous price tag unfortunately,
which she is still trying to pay off to this day desperately.
When Samara went in for her quarterly check-up appointment
they found that her cancer had come back with a vengeance.
It is now stage-4
and her battle will now be harder than it's ever been before.
Her medical bills have already been astronomical and frequent.
There's no way she'll win this battle without proper treatment,
so we've started this campaign to help her receive
the care and treatment she so desperately needs.
Your love and support will go a long way in helping my friend
win this battle, and bring her dreaded cancer to its ultimate end.
Thank you all very much in advance for your donations
and please share Samara's story with everyone you can.
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It was a cold, rainy morn,
the day little Josh Weaver was born.
No one could know what could possibly lay in store,
or what kind of child Mrs. Weaver bore.
As the years passed and Josh began to grow,
certain special talents began to show.
He had a voice that could soothe both beast and man,
and a touch that could heal better than any doctors can!
There are some things simply not intended for man to understand,
and Little Josh was certainly a phenomenon across this land.
But every time the boy would heal some one it seemed to take his strength away,
and like most kids his age Little Josh was not afforded a time to play.
It seemed the only thing Little Josh ever knew,
was sickness and caring for others as he grew.
Then one day out side his home a crowd appeared,
comprised of many who were sick and lame, too much for Little Josh his mother feared.
She tried so hard to make them understand and leave,
but Little Josh couldn't stand to see people in pain or have them grieve.
Outside he called to the saddened crowd, let me see what I can do,
gather round and all hold hands and hold mine too.
As the healing poured through the crowd that day,
little Josh was taken away.
What a gift, he freely gave,
what a heart, so big and brave.
This story reminds me of another man whose life he freely gave,
and His gift of love was so all that are lost have the chance to be saved.
From Brooklyn to Guatemala, You'll always fly at a delicate pace.
Everyday is another adventure that you gladly accept.
There is not a day you go without helping someone.
A heart of gold nests in the middle of your chest.
Your hands are always out and ready.
Everyone that we lost; Is so proud of you, and what you've done so far.
You are one a kind.
The musical instruments that you play; Play to the beat of your life.
It's amazing what you have done in so little time.
How dark was it?
How indellibly dark?
A fateful Friday of fate
We shared banters in bits
I asked you over and over
for the weekend but you declined
bacause you would rather share the
moment with your family.
As I journeyed to the capital
I reckoned we would see on Monday.
then came the evil caller and you were
gone. gone! gone!! gone my friend!!!
I sobbed, sobbed and cried
hoping you would walk right through the door
But you have not come.
You were not sick,
neither were you depressed,
You were gaily and great
This death came uninvited.
young and nice, my friend,
A fisrt class banker they call you,
But I call you lover of mandkind!
Oh Josh, fateful Friday it was,
You left home kissing Junior and mother
hoping you would come back but
you never did! We are still waiting...
but they said you would not be back Josh!
How do people die?
How do they go to work and never return?
Do they just sleep and sleep on?
Adieu my brother!
Brittany is the name of the girl that has my heart
Right away with a smile and a stare into her eyes I fell for her
I knew I had to be hers
Thoroughly I thought about leaving who I was with
Together we were meant to be, so I tried
And now we are a happy couple
Never did we think that we would be together
Yesterday we were just friends now we are lovers
Although we have haters
Never will they get in our way
Don’t get mad because people don’t know how to shut up
Just think that at the end of the day you are the one that says good night baby, not them
Only you get to enjoy the good times I offer
So don’t get mad when they say stuff about us just remember
How you get to be my only one.
Just another funny guy
Our friendship I hope will never end
Steady calm caring to every thing he does
Honest and strong him to all his friends
Let u fall hard 4 me
Eveything i can set free
Offering my heart to u from me
You had you turn and you blew it,
I blame myself for to long,
I'm threw with it,
When I finally left you you understood me,
And now you apologizing after you thought it,
I cried and hope to solve this,
But you waited to long to see it,
I'm saying good-bye with no warning,
Out the door I went while you was snoring.
Cheap ale pools in a Styrofoam cup.
She’s barefoot in gravel,
anklet flashing beneath the floodlamps.
Pickup window ajar, radio blaring
“Friends in Low Places.”
Her jeans slung low,
hips marbled violet on the porch-swing,
ash winnowing across her thighs
from last night’s guttering fire.
I watch the buttes flatten at gloaming,
a silo blinking red—
a wound stitched into the earth.
She speaks of leaving at firstlight.
I say nothing,
fingers tracing the stubs of dead cigarettes
between her knuckles.
Coyotes keen beyond the barbed-wire.
The stars loom Pendulous
We do not lift our gaze.
Leather boots and belts,
A maiden’s lipstick,
Handcuffs, lace panties bra,
Sword slave,
Wash muzzle,
Plug Tongue,
Eel slime plum,
Snail, tornado, bones, antlers, hands.
Razor clam ***** dug tunnel,
Cucumber purr kitty.
Brine volcano mussel worm plank,
Brassiere blaze twirl shell,
Palm girdle underwear, boot panty boars, hand Dug pussy thermometer!
Scream spank shout!
Kettle strap!!
Steam lung pulse!!!
******** morgue eating crucifix breakfast?
Whisper is jealous of Josh's black leather boots and Katie's fur lined boots, so they have a threesome to make up for it. They frolic in the moonlight, playing the oboe, xylophone, and vacuum, drooling and spanking each other. Then, the platypus, jackal, and whale join in, hammering out a rhythm on the pajamas, racing the tortoise, and jumping the rabbit's tail. Suddenly, the clocks, magazines, and movies come alive, streaming dirty gray hounds, tungsten spigots, mothers' spleens, kidneys, and tonsils, and cannabis shouting at the moon. The saxophones vomit sand and the pianos strike Jacks, while clouds batter receipts and panty liners. Finally, the cantaloupe refrigerator seals the deal, and the night is filled with laughter.