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LORD, IT'S SO HARD
By Curtis Johnson
Is there a dear loved one whose life is rapidly fading?
Soon, she will be saying goodbye, and leaving
Now, you are crying, and your heart is aching
It's okay my friend, that you are weeping
You are losing someone so very caring
But precious memories will be forever staying
They will shower you tenderly as if it's raining
Aiding you with all that you are facing
Do welcome them by embracing
Before long your weeping eyes will be drying Your broken heart will begin its calming You will slowly move on while smiling
It's hard, but there's a new beginning
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Devastated at the news I've heard.
Totally shocked this is absurd
The passing of a Welsh legend
Proud to have served my butty friend.
He started his long career
As a proud Welsh infanteer
He then transferred to the Corps
His knowledge he used thats for sure
I first met taff in the Adriatic
In a place we all called FRY
Former Republic of Yugoslavia
For those that don't know why
Taff was known to do silly things
But one that comes to mind
Being pumped up a scam 12
Blind just leading the blind
He earned a commendation whilst in Afghanistan
As multiple commander he looked after every man
A real genuine gentle man who liked a practical joke
His favourite tipple was vodka and coke
The next verse is for you
Reading from above
I hope it hits a chord baloo
Also for those that you love
Gwneud hyn yn Gymraeg i chi er fy mod i'n teimlo'n las eich calon oedd calon y ddraig Gymreig chwedl a pharagon
Doing this in welsh for you
even though i'm feeling blue
your heart was that of the welsh dragon
a legend and a paragon
I apologize now if my grammar is wrong
Like butty would say you f*****g mong
When you served you were a "RELAY"
Not one if gods chosen what can I say
The black dog was on his shoulder
I know It's a crap place to be
I'm gutted brother soldier
You didn't shout out to me
My condolences to the family
The brotherhood does feel your pain
R.I.P Brother Mark Langley
Until we meet again
So save all of us a seat at the bar.
With Tony, Mac, Ange, to name but a few.
You have left behind your family and friends
We all miss you!!!!
In fields of lushest buttercups we ‘d lie
We’d watch the clouds as gently they blew by.
Love was born we thought would never die.
But now you’re gone and here I sadly sigh
That love itself remains without your form
Yet tears of loss enfold me like a storm.
I knew you’d never hurt or do me harm.
I felt your smile’s embrace, so wide, so warm.
How is the world,now emptied of your being?
No sound,no touch,no smell,no sight,no seeing.
How is the world when you have gone ahead
Yet I must linger in my lonely bed?
Some days I weep with gladness for my friends
Some days I weep in sadness without end.
It’s funny how someone can light up your life as they brighten your morning too.
It’s even funnier when it’s someone you never met…someone you never knew.
I never new this little old man…never knew his name
but I’d pass him every morning as our routines were the same.
As I reached his streetlight on my walk in the ebbing of the night
I would see him at his window Illuminated by his kitchen light.
In time a kind of friendship formed between us in the dwindling of the nights.
A nod turned into a smile and then a wave when we saw each other in the lights.
This was the extent of our friendship…It’s how our pieces fit
until the day, under his streetlight, I noticed his kitchen was unlit.
It remained unlit…and it was a week later when I finally tried
to check and see how he was doing…only to find out he had died.
I think about him when I pass his house
that he was my friend I have no doubt
but I never knew how much of a friend
or how much I’d miss him
until his light went out.
He left home this morning
With his hoodie keeping him warm
Saying goodbye to his mama
And continuing on out the door
He sat down at his favorite desk
Where he could hear the best
And began to flip through the pages
Of an amazing book he’s found
That’s when the silence turned around
And shrieks of excitement began to sound
There were shooters inside the school
Evidently, no one knew….
His last day on this earth was normal
Here one moment, gone the next
Why did he have to die so young?
Only God has the answers to this one.
His mama remembers that morning
Now it is chiseled on her weary mind
A simple gesture, a kiss on the cheek
Was the last time she would feel his love
September 30, 2019
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It was hidden below her hairline, across her nape of neck, for her to know that it was there, but no one else just yet.
Younger sister Sophie snuck through her bedroom window. And no one knew that she had gone to party and to dance, to greet, to meet, to drink with friends in Haute Sauverne in France.
Sophie had wisely second thought of riding with the fire chief son, but school friends had allayed concern, all piling in, and not alone, fifteen year old could soon be home, when dance and fun was done.
The night was cold, the heater on, and and tired young man drove off the road, hard crashing with his precious load. Dear Sophie was the only one, with belt forgot, which was undone. Friend sat beside while they both cried and friend held fast her trembling hand, held hand while Sophie cried, held hands while Sophie died.
Four sisters now are three. There's Jen and Natalie, and then the youngest of them all is known only as Mimi.They lost their sparkle lively one, their dearest sister Sophie.They lost their dearest lively one. Four sisters, though not now alone, four sisters now are three.
And so, some time since shock subsides, though sadness never gone, I glanced those words beneath her hair, those words discretely hid, that parents would forbid if they had shown, if they had known that they were there.
But older sister was compelled to get for Sophie sister gone, those words always remembered yet, in tattoo script on nape of neck, her pleading words to not forget, and which said, secret 'neath her hair, and yet cut deep forever there:
'wake her up and tell her',
yes, 'tell her that I love her.'
“When the pen falls silent that once danced to the muse’s command and when the poet’s heart no longer beats with rhyme, we realize that the poet in us is dead. It is a sad truth difficult to reckon.” ~ By Poet
Far from the din of madding crowd,
And away from the bustle of city streets,
I withdrew into a solitary spot,
To turn my thoughts into dazzling verse.
Shelley and Shakespeare came in view,
Emily and Eliot fell in line,
Their verse ringing loud and clear,
Their energy fanning fire within
I dreamt of putting proper words,
To clothe my thoughts in striking notes,
Longed to pour my loaded heart,
In powerful verse to move the hearts
But as I started scrawling down,
All that I had stored in hoards –
Ebbed out into mere froth and foam,
Leaving bits of broken thoughts
I sallied out for a stunning theme,
And stroked my pen to put it down,
But topics eluded me one by one,
Unable to decide on what to dwell,
I rummaged my memory for apt words,
And dallied round with lofty themes
Yet nothing other than splintered thoughts,
And hackneyed phrases came alive.
I strained hard to give them life,
And labored in vain to make them rhyme,
‘The Blazing Sun’ and ‘the Brilliant Star’,
Both faded out with no trace of glow.
I envisioned before me the Sacred Mount,
To drink from the fountain gushing down,
But hot lava spurted out,
And the wings of fancy burnt outright!
No Muse appeared to enliven me,
Nor my fantasy lingered long,
The words that once flowed like honey
Dried up with no inspiration, coming to nourish.
Staring blank into the scroll in front,
Unable to scribble even a moving thought,
Like a soldier vanquished in war,
I put away my paper and pen.
I greatly lament the death of the poet in me,
And wonder if ever will have a rebirth!
How Catrina bell mckissick
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Henry decided to impersonate
me exposing my identity as an
fbi informant wearing wires
pregnant buying weapons and
drugs from junk sick cops this
was ongoing from 1985 to 1995
going into hostage situations
finally buying pagers from officer
Barnett at bumpin audio wow
this was decades ago on Lewis
ave sadly these impersonators
imposters used my identity to
jump double Dutch down Lewis
ave while I was 2000 miles away
caring for my disabled family after
having a stroke basically quarantined
with Covid these imposters exposed
me to be murdered by corruption
by drug dealers and killers resulting
in the horrific brutal death of a young
woman her face and head was taken
off she was thrown into oncoming
traffic jay Townsend Johnson Henry
Catrina bell mckissick skipped
backwards God bless America stop
intimidation of confidential human
sources my prayers are with all who
perished stop intimidation stop bullying
disabled Americans stop threatening
fbi informants stop identity fraud data
breaches unafraid of my stalker jay
Townsend Johnson Henry unafraid
of my attacker violent offenders
Catrina bell mckissick my prayers
are with all those murdered
God bless the Federal Bureau
of Investigation and God bless America
Written by Mrs Yolanda nicholsen
Inspired by a lovely lady who's spending one day at a time.
One day at a time is what we have
(All you can do is love and hope)
By Michelle Morris
21/04/2026
She wanted to live
Even though she didn't fear dying
She was worried that without her
The stars in the sky would stop shining
For her family and friends
For her husband, her sweet
Life would be less lovely
Happy memories incomplete
For some people, we're irreplaceable
We're the compass for their world
Without us, they stop spinning
Life is upside down, in a whirl
And the ferryman, he'll come
Even if we pay for him to stall
We're unable to save our loved ones
They have to survive their own falls
One day at a time is what we have
One day at a time is all we can do
Someday may never come for us
Someday may be a wish come true
For when it's your time counting down
When the sands are almost run out
All you can do is love and hope
For your loved ones to never doubt
© Michelle Morris, 2026
The day has come for me to commit the ultimate act
With the voices in my head that I had formed a pact
I woke up early, had a hot shower in the dark
So my body would fell the cold as I lay in the park
I dress in my best suit perfect from head to toe
I take a bus to the spot that only My God and I know
I find the leaves and place them on the cold frosted ground
I look around to make sure no one is around
The leaves are perfect, I lie down
The ground is cold, I frown
Phew! Thought I forgot my letter, I place it on my chest
I’m almost at the end and at the beginning of my new quest
I’m looking at the willow tree
It looks rather sinister and twisted to me
Like a claw hand melted by the moon
How beautiful it looks, but this reality will be over soon
I feel this strange warmth running down to my ears
I haven’t cried for a long time, I welcome these tears
The voices, they not here, they have taken a vow of silence
Waiting to see me commit my act of violence
Clarity at last… all I can hear is my Juliet’s sweet voice
My Juliet…my mind’s best choice
I got the dagger, and put the tip a little under the solar plexus by my heart
It’s beating fast now, no time to fall apart
A noise, sh-t a man, who could this be
His casually walking toward me
I don’t need this, I’m ready to go
“Sorry to disturb you, hello”
“What do you want?”
“My name is Le’fant”
Please to meet you L’e what ever, go away”
“By all means do come back another day”
“Sorry may I join you”
“I’m here for the same reason too”
His lying next to me
Piss off and let me be
His also dressed up smart
Maybe he wants to take part.
Well at least he can do it in case I chicken out
I know he won’t mess about
“Sorry again could you read my note?”
“To make sure it’s perfect what I wrote?”
I got his note this is what it said
It’s making me feel dizzy in my head