Death Of A Friend Poems

My Friend Wagon John

Wagon John was not just another old cowpoke.
In conversation I heeded most words he spoke.
a wagon his home,
wherever he’d roam.
He died alone on the trail without any kinfolk.

A Small Crowd

Fallen leaves knuckled
below eddies float again
swiftly shimmering.

Rain withers with gray
asphalt rising. Curbs cement
puddles running still.

Sunlit raindrops stop
hissing at guttural moans
tickling us for laughs.

Hope I Will See You Again

In the cruel hand of fate, death claimed you too soon,
Leaving me with memories, and a heart in perpetual gloom.
If there were a way to defy mortality's grasp,
I'd have found it, to keep you here, to cherish every moment's past.

The ache of knowing you're gone, forever lost to me,
Echoes through my soul, a hollow melancholy.
I

In Every Lifetime

In this lifetime she is a mutt,
Small, Scrappy, sleepy, sweet,
Blinking eyes and gnawing teeth,
I'd know her in every lifetime,

In the one before she was tall,
Aching legs and honeycomb eyes,
Dutifully beautiful, kind, loyal,
A shadow with a wagging tail,

Before that she was white as snow,
Playful, pitiful, pretty, pale,
Sitting on the carpet awaiting my dad,
as I played with

Grief Is a Beast With Weary Eyes

Grief is a beast with weary eyes 
Waiting on a chord unfinished—
The tinny purr—
A waving growl of tambourine,
Death’s rattle sounds the closing bars,
That dissonant finale.

Crest on crest the ocean marches,
Leave forever in their wake,
Repeating patterns, variations,
Enigmas do their shadows make.

Dawn’s dunes of drought, by dusk
Drowned out by moon’s dictates,
Rhythm of the days; advance—
Recede, advance —

Silent Scream

Fell to my knees, broken that day
Couldn't believe you'd been taken.
Cut down in your prime by Evil.
Blood. Bullets were not meant for you.
The Devil flashed a smile in court.
Your family grieved in silence;
Screaming inside, "You murderer!"
Karma will have her way with you.


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asthma

I saw American maiden with the  choky  breath 
Panting sideways with the teary face .
I recently listned the siren of ambulance 
And family sobs and I went past to her 
Unfortunately, the ambulance left 


It was a painful tragedy 
Which made kins cried 
I was anxious and tensed 
When  friends rosed questions

a protagonist

Shut the door to the purple and bruised
in the dark like an old dog and a bone
refuses the water too and a stew.
cooked to be so deliciously....
but her old bones are given
and stubborn of weakness,
I just need you to drink
and to eat something...

There's another of black of visions
I can hear the ravens and the pigeons,
after

Epitaph on Jade Goody

                           (June 5, 1981 - March 22, 2009)


                     

Stroke

Somewhere over the mountain, hidden away,
There’s a land that is calling; I must not delay.
Somewhere over the mountain, that’s where she’ll be,
In the alpenglow, Mary's waiting for me.

They said I'd never recover from my stroke
A nightmare from which I never woke
A big chunk of me gone, a lower plateau
But I left the home, and off

Dweller of our heart

"The essence in us is the same as the essence of the sun”

Dweller of our heart

A sun went out, a silent, sudden night,
and left a shadow where once there was light,
For in our chests, a solar flame still burns,
A borrowed heat that twists and gently turns.
The essence in us is the same as the essence

Shiver

In another life, we were.

I hope you found
what you are looking for.

Is it too late?
Don’t turn around.

Here and everywhere,
I remember you.

In the summer wind,
what once was.

The Hand Reader

It was a misty morning in Moscow—
When fate and palm first softly crossed,
In gilded halls where secrets sleep,
I met a man both sharp and lost.

An oligarch with eyes of frost,
Berezovsky, his name well known,
His smile—a veil for storms within,
His heart, a throne turned into stone.

He ushered me with silken grace,
Into his room where silence spoke,
"Read

Unexplainable

Unexplainable 

Generations comes forth, Generations passing.

People acknowledging personal memoirs, 
Reflections with the truth, No assumptions.

Accommodations inexplicable,  unlike experiences. 

Delays of Mysteries are similar when a loved one
transcends  to another dimension they often see
things unexplainable that the breathing can't see or
explain. 

Whilst the Sun and Moon not only rises and sets
Non-existent is concealed. 

Rebirth:

Plans We Never Got to Keep

We hadn’t talked in years,
not really.
Not since childhood,
when grass stains
and ghost stories
bound us like magic.

Cousins,
but closer than that —
best friends
before the world grew quiet.

We were six,
sitting in circles at recess,
telling wild stories
just to make the hours stretch.
Remember the green-eyed creatures
who chased us in our dreams?
The ghost at Grandma’s house
you swore was real?
I never doubted you.

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