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you are not here
i will not breathe
though i live life
it has no meaning
loneliness lives with me everywhere i go
i want to send a message
blowing blue mist in the cold like a hammer throw
the quiet makes noise
the stillness has no poise
all colors are bland and void
sadness is a clown with an oscar dwelling in a trash can
wish you were here
only then could i properly breathe
though i live life
it has no purpose
loneliness lives with me everywhere i go
my message will always be in each and every flower
my unity sign kisses your tombstone with sincerity, love, and affection today and always....
The Haskell News
Written: by Miracle Man
July 6, 2020
A small town paper that’s been around for a spell,
But is this pandemic sounding its coming death knell?
It reports all things local that make small town news,
weddings, deaths, school activities, and diverse views.
But like all things in life, has it outlived its time?
Suddenly are we hearing a faint death bell chime?
It’s put up a good fight but from reality can’t hide,
thinking back on the years it’s been a great ride.
The last issue was published on August 27, 2020
The headline said The End, Saying Goodbye after 115 years.
so sad.
R.I.P Lee Alan Dodgson
29 Feb 1976 - 12 Sept 2016
Another sad day has come to light
One of our mates has lost his fight
It's hard to say goodbye to a brother
Even if its from another mother
Lee or dodge known by his mates
I hope it's ok at those pearly gates
Your going to be missed that's for sure
By all who served with you in war
Dodge I know you had a rough ride
And there are others with you on that side
Get to the bar and pull up a pew
Keep looking down on us few
Your family miss you and its not right
From early morning to late at night
I for one am deeply upset
For the loss of a great guy I had once met
A legend when working on the 43s
A real worker easy to please
Pleasure to have served with thee
From the desert rats to the mighty 3
I now know you are at peace
Away from the demons or even the police
There's lots of other things I could say
But they will just get in the way
I great soldier that is true
Many people left feeling blue
Football and family your real passion
Didn't like your sense of fashion
Rest in peace my armoured friend
Until we meet at the clouds end
Oh i once knew a lad from Hoboken,
a lad from Hoboken, a lad from Hoboken
Zip a dee da day o
This lad from Hoboken, this lad from Hoboken
He loved to sing and he lived to dance
This lad from Hoboken this lad from Hoboken
Loved to sing and dance
Zip a dee da day o
Now he sang all day and he danced all night
And he danced all day far into the moonlit night
He danced all day and he danced all night
So what do we do with this lad from Hoboken
He sang all day and danced all night
So what do we do with him
Oh i once knew a lad from Hoboken
A lad from Hoboken
A lad from Hoboken
I once knew a lad from Hoboken
Who is now lying dead from fairy spite
They made him dance and they made him sing
All on a moonless night
He kept on dancin, kept on dancin.
Right on over a cliff.
Oh i heard the thunder and heard the thunder
Of the wild hunts trip with souls to ferry
To lands down under,
I saw my friends ghost on back of horse
Back of horse, back of horse,
Screaming at me for help
So i once knew a lad from Hoboken
A lad from Hoboken
A lad from Hoboken
zip a dee da day o
He said goodbye,
With a smile, a hug, a gentle
That always leaves me
Feeling sentimental
He said “you’re good”
Even when I felt misunderstood,
Even when I wasn’t doing what I should,
Even when I was going through childhood
He said listen to the word
What God says,
This is what needs to be heard
Hope, faith and love – biblically blessed
He said “you’re blessed”
Even though I often felt stressed.
I never would have guessed
Such love could be expressed
He said goodbye,
Leaving me to wonder why
He left this world without a fight
Oh, yes, I know – He sought the light
He said goodbye,
And I mourned – I cried
But He left me knowing
His love would keep showing….
In the hearts he left behind,
Those he loved – He was one of a kind
Someone who gave love – someone who’d remind
That love is the answer for all of mankind.
He said goodbye,
With a smile, a hug, a gentle
That always leaves me
Feeling sentimental
Man-I-Cure
It is 1918 and feet from the trenches require a shake up
Rotting and drenched by blood across enemy lines they
Shout ‘Peace’ and ‘This was the War to end all of the Wars’
A pedicure that is although amputated limbs have been
Discarded by the wheel barrow have found a gravesite even
Though not all are buried alongside their own bodies attached
Does a soldier’s cross rest upon limbo or on ultimate reprieve?
Faces blown into pieces require no makeup when cerebral
Matter has vanished alongside with reason a shot in the dark
Fortunate ones have their wedding rings taken from lonely fingers
Sent home as a message of a final farewell to weapons and arms
Bewildered by chemical distortion some blind are leading the blind
As they march quietly back from the front to an uncertain future
Who won this battle with whom was it lost and for what purpose?
In the mascara parlour of gas masks floating on poisonous vile air Egos
Require treatment as modern warfare rages on in contempt of mankind
Will a ‘Man-I-Cure’ ever be more than a cover up for assault on our strife?
14th April 2018
Doubts consumed me in the cold dark trench.
I trembled to cringe in the ring of pain.
Every eerie flinch of my soul feels the pinch.
Tattoo moments drawing circles in the rain.
Death carries away the memories for a while.
We have lost again the friends we cannot hide.
Tomorrow I will get up and put on a fake smile.
With sleepy eyes and butterflies flapping inside.
Heaven is now a vast distance between us.
A big and empty house filled with crushed feelings.
The shadowy figure of nostalgia gently brushes.
With lukewarm cold and hot flush gremlins.
Every day I am taken by the cunning surprise.
Promises, to crush void inside by my own pride.
I am half price, reduce to wearing a smaller size.
Standing beside the taller ones with a longer stride.
Tear filled eyes, hoarse voice, and scarred thighs.
As the chill winter voices cry unto the grey sky.
Stolen lies entrapped the late dipping butterflies.
Fireflies bathed themselves in my darkling agony.
The light of hope leaves me with darker hues.
Media piles on the existence with pointless clues.
Unfolding the latest news of all the battle bruises.
And I am left crush with more wounds and woes.
Too ancient among the solution for a new start.
Time gives another generation to reach further.
The ladder is getting thinner inside my heart.
But my destiny holds the reins a little firmer.
The Lady in number 3
She was a kind and considerate soul.
A Life with a lot of bumps in the road.
She always thought of others along the way
Wondering how she could help each day.
Her health decreased as time went by but
She never questioned why.
With neighbors and friends helping along the way
They tried to comfort her every day.
She went home to the Lord
there will be no pain anymore.
Now an empty wheelchair sits on the ramp by the door
The Lady in number 3 does not need it anymore.
In memory of Elene Fiordaliso our neighbor and friend
J Sergi
Death comes to all of us but it's sad when a life is destroyed.
I recently learned that I lost an old friend and his name was Bobby Boyd.
It had been about thirty years since I last saw him, we were friends at school.
Sadly, Bobby was killed one sad and tragic day while he was driving his vehicle.
I didn't know that he had died until just a few days ago.
It's sad but he was a person who I'm happy to have known.
I know that his untimely death devastated his loved ones terribly.
But he isn't gone forever, when Jesus returns, so will Bobby.
(Dedicated to Bobby R. Boyd who died on September 9, 2011.)
Blocked By Loss
The words are all gone, their is nothing more to write
The right and left sides of my brain continually fight
Too many long sleepless, tired, restless nights
Inflating all the wrongs, ignoring all the rights...
Right here and now I struggle with paper and pen
For every word that I write, I have to erase ten
It took me at least a day just to get this first line in
This I'm not use to, how did this happen?...
I've been a thousand times more depressed, lonely, or sad
Just the other day everything was fine then it all turned bad
Not being able to express what I hold within is making me quite mad
If only I had someone to talk to...Where the hell are you Dad?...
You were always the one who corrected me and my troubled muse
You made me feel so intelligent even knowing I'd lost some screws
Your subtle hints all wrapped up in all of your cosmic clues
Four years to the day without the one person I couldn't afford to lose...
bmdavey@04/15/16