proud samoyed dog
south pole front runner
explorer's best friend
the silence before a storm
Sounds like my best friend laughing
The same laugh that I’ve known since I was six years old
Sitting alone on the swing set
It’s like dragonfly wings over a pond
It sounds like the heavy breathing after a long race to the end of the sidewalk
It sounds the way it feels
To be able to see your breath for the first time all year
It sounds like the friendship of autumn and spring
It sounds like you did when you said you would never leave
And the slam of the door when you did
And my sobs to your voice over the phone
The silence after a storm sounds like the loudest “I hate you”
Shouted into the face of someone who has never done anything
But love you.
The hour after you left, I called my best friend
And we laughed over something stupid
I rode my bike down to the pond
Sat down
Breathing heavily as I watched the dragonflies zipping across the surface of the water
And I finally realized why they name storms after people.
our sadness is deep because of loosing you and having you around was a joy and sometimes our friendship was tempted but from child to youth and then a Dad your temperament was a wild as the storming rage but God found you worthy so good bye our brother may you find so rest and peace in Jesus arms. your childish pranks will surely be missed by all and looking back you dribbled a sure and perfect score because God found you worthy to be amoungs the angel so good bye our friend a till me meet again to watch you score a sure and winning goal goodbye our friend may your soul find peace and rest till we meet again and soon we'll fill our cups once again and wishing you peace and rest till we meet again on heavens shores so good bye for now chadley till we meet again
Blessings hidden within images,
Bringing me back in history,
A privilege within the mystery,
As emotions swell within me,
A reminder of a joyous memory,
Building a sensory experience,
Offering yet another chance,
To dance with your past,
We sure had a blast,
The time went by so fast,
The memories of her.
Will last forever,
A treasure I will never forget.
I resent how life just carries on
After some are one-by-one gone.
I know we all have to move on,
But I'll remember them every dawn.
I resent being told how to feel.
Only few know how much grief is real.
Sometimes not even time can heal
The illnesses that come to steal.
I resent myself for being so blunt,
For writing to a grieving mother upfront,
After she lost her daughter to a "stunt,"
I realize I wrongly felt the need to confront.
I resent being told grief is meant to go away,
I said, "Will you grieve when I die someday?
Her child died, now she has lost her way.
You don't get how sometimes grief will stay."
As I dry my spoon covered in tears,
I wish I had known you for years.
I'll drink your coffee until it disappears,
Or until the jar completely clears.
It is sinking in, I'll never see you again.
I'll always remember you, my new friend.
I thought our fun times would never end.
I always liked your own kind of zen.
As much as I know you are with the Lord,
I grieve your absence, miss your presence.
I let my bowl soak like my face in essence,
Covered by tears, silent like a broken chord.
Odd things happened, a lighter appeared,
Out of nothing, found cigarettes somewhere,
Today, your kettle is full of water that cooled,
But I know, your spirit was showing its wear.
O my life! What a beautiful disaster it has become!
For the doses of my sunny days and starry nights grew numb,
And the sweet caress of my existence has partly succumbed.
It paralyzed me—as though my foresight had been overcome
By whispers creeping into my mind like an intruder's hum.
If I could depose the noisy image of my tomorrow,
Would it bring me silent war or peace amid the undertow?
How could I unfetter the finitude of my own window?
For my soul could barely perceive the playful tongue of a foe,
Or a friend's delightful persona behind an ugly show.
Yet I lament that the world has made its own foolish nickname
When filtered righteousness and glamorous deceit have enflamed.
On whom should I lean when moral transgressions take on their name?
Or should I wish to fly to the Heavens far from where I came?
For illusions seem true—and truth can be an elusive game.
The Friend
I dislike the morbidity of the end-of-the-world prophets,
Yet there was a knock on my door, and they were clearing
boulders from the field where I had buried my dog
between two big rocks, opened the bag, a black bin liner
She was there, ok, white bones and
This was a perfect Hamlet moment, but I’m not Yurok
And to use her head as a desk ornament was not on.
There are no secrets in a hamlet, they knew the dog
The remains belonged to me, and I left the bag in the shed
till my wife discovered it. For the time being, the dog’s bones
They are in the back of my car, and when driving, I often see her face
In the back mirror, she wants closure. What we had is
memories, something of no consequence, the love
We shared the flash when the dog and the man are in harmony
Walking by the broken bridge,
Your hand in mine and your eyes shut,
Unsure footsteps lagging behind,
Until I pull you forward with a tug.
That sigh of relief when you cross,
Looking back at what you've traded,
The hand in mine just a bit cold,
But firmly still in place.
"Be brave" I say laughing,
"It's just a little height" indeed.
You huff and stride ahead,
"I'll get there, you'll see" you promise.
"What have you got to lose?
What frightens you so?" I wonder.
"What if I fall?" comes a broken whisper,
"And what if you fly?" your eyes sparkle.
That day, witnessing your unwavering feet,
As you made your way to the bridge,
I felt my heart swell and constrict,
With equal parts pride and loss.
You look back one last time,
At all that you are taking with you and leaving behind.
"She fell" they shrieked in agony,
Choosing to mourn your broken hopes.
You indeed had nothing to lose, love,
"No. She flew" celebrating the wings that set you free.
You saw the world when it was blue,
So I gave up on trying to save you now.
Inspired by song: Listen Before I Go
By: Billie Eilish
Purest nectar.
Sweetest wine.
Finest Gold.
Brightest silver.
Solid like a rock.
Unmoved like a mountain.
Resilient like the wind.
Unchanged by the times.
Uncountable like the dust of the earth.
Unmeasured like the oceans.
Most passionate.
Most sincere.
Rear gem.
Heavenly treasured.
Older than time.
Yet younger than a child.
Hotter than the sun.
Yet as calm as the moon.
Rough as coal.
Brighter than diamond.
A predator.
Yet a prey.
The slain yet the hero.
The guardee yet the guardian.
Betrayed not denied (heritage)
Died, but lives.
Never before a being so steadfast.
Never before a being so kind.
Thus, "The Love Of God For Man."
I would never be able to understand a cutters concept
Just for that adrenaline rush it's the pain they accept
But I think I got the hint with my dealings with you
That same rush of pain through the things that we do
We drive each other crazy mentally and emotionally
You're a harmful drug but instead I want you close to me
I'm addicted to pain because I keep coming back
Much like that drug addict looking for crack
The emotional turmoil of you changing your mind
Or your spontaneous movements from time to time
That pain I gain when I see that you're feeling down
Trying to help alleviate it is why i stick around
It must be an addiction for me not to give out
Having human addictions is what this is about
Relationships and drugs can be looked at the same way
Depending on how much contact with them from day to day
No one likes needles but enjoy the after affect
I love making up but I don't like when you're upset
Now I understand the statement "Pick your poison"
I think that's what happen the day you were chosen
...
Perhaps, sad to say,
you're better off departed.
Now you don't have to suffer
the criticism of fools ad nauseum.
Now you have peace...*
For Joe Lowik, photographer extrordinaire, political, philosophical mentor
R.I.P.
Perhaps if I had known yellow yesterday
A breeze would blow and you’d fly away
Needles of red regret wouldn’t sew my face
Growing swelling grief as I read your page
I must blue believe you’re in a better place
Everyone misses you Pangie for you we pray
I'm thinking of you
And miss you too
I hope you're okay
And just wanted to say
Hoping your days are not gray
Miss you Sis
And thinking of you with a thoughtful hug and wish
May the sun shine on you
And keep you warm too
I love you always to
Thinking of you always and true
Windowlight
(Lanterne poem)
Hope
You gleam
In my dark
Like a dream so bright
Light
My Friend
(Cinquan Poem)
My friend,
No need for masks,
Our laughter wears no face.
Between us stands no hunger,
Just
Truth shared
A close mouth catches no flies, but an open heart finds home.
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