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By the beach, I walk. I see sea gulls flock. Breeze touching my face,
I can almost feel your embrace.
From a distance, I hear you whisper. From a distance, I hear it clearer.
I stop my heart, I make it tame. When I hear you call out my name.
I hear sea waves crashing against the rocks. The sound of it makes me
miss you a lot. Softly, the birds sing their song. Oh how much for you
I long!
From a distance, I hear you speak. As I hear your voice, my knees go
weak. If only I knew the words to express how I feel. Then you’d be
with me, you’d be here.
By the beach, the sun sets. I remember the day we first met. You were
by the beach on your knees. Asking my name, you even said please.
From a distance I see it before my eyes. I remembered too well how sparks
started to fly. We were inseparable, we fell so in love as we walked by
the beach gazing the stars above.
By the beach, we were to wed. It all changed when that fatal accident happened.
I remember too well that fateful night. Watching the news, it was a horrible
sight!
You were driving, on your way to me. When a car swiveled and took you away from
me. In the news, about your death I learned. I couldn’t breathe, my throat burned.
I cried a river upon realization. I just couldn’t stop this painful sensation.
I once had you, you were mine. Now everything isn’t fine.
I hear the waves beat against the shore and here I am with a mountain to climb.
If I could just change it all you're heart would beat here next to mine.
My love, sweet love I say this so that you'll know, "Though you're now gone away
from me it doesn't mean I'll ever let you go."
My love, sweet love, never can I replace you, no one in this world will ever do.
They'll never understand that my true love is only you.
Oh love, sweet love you were the very best thing that my Creator has given me.
By the beach, I stand here and there's nothing left but memories.
You were my heart
You were my soul
Yes my tears do steady fall.
In our grasp
It was there
Babe, we almost had it all!
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This poem was written by Lizann Tan and myself
Form:
Warm Lamb Salad. Sounds mmm......I've shopped for the
ingredients. Planned my start - as timing is
all important in preparing good food…..
and Oh! fresh ingredients. It's obvious I take an interest in
favorable results. My thoughts wander as I chop
fresh basil for the dressing, fresh rosemary for the meat.
The local supermarket has come a long way in supplying
every need. As I work I wonder,
“What must it be like - to be famous?”
If I had been a celebrity would I have married Elvis?
Maybe I might have saved him from himself.
Pricilla didn't. Mmmmmmm the rosemary is aromatic while
the lamb is cooking.
How would I handle fame?
It is a closed door to me. I think of all the dead stars I have loved.
I feel the grief. Such tragedy weighs heavily - amid
red onions and baby arugula .
I wish I could have known any of them without
the chance of losing my enchantment
from personal familiarity - or their shortcomings. I search the refrigerator.
Wine for the cook! Sip…….then a blaze of insights
as I pile the greens onto an serving platter.
What does fame do to a person's mind?
Some say it brings arrogance. Maybe the difference depends on
how that someone handles power, money, or vanity.
Or how much sway any of it has over them. Mostly, it
must depend on the handling of disillusionment. Perhaps if
Princess Di had stayed at home with her boys, she may have avoided a fatal accident-but that's a value judgement and maybe Marilyn
might have been more careful of whom she committed
adultery with -yet another value judgement.
Hot lamb sliced and spooned over the greens.
And with that my thoughts turn to Joe Dimaggio and his motives
with the roses. Did he send them out of love and loss
for her -or for what publicity it might have
bought. So back to Elvis-
If you are adored by millions- world-wide- how must it
feel to be rejected by the someone you wanted the most?
Deep thoughts to be having - over a warm lamb salad.
Dear uncle , how are you and your family?
I thank God you did not leave us that day
When that fatal accident happened .
How would i have cried and weep for you?
How would i have danced that forbidden song
A song of sorrow in the market place?
Many had left without a glance and goodbye to their families
And never knowing God.
Yet you were giving a second chance to live and
Express what is in your head to humans.
To erase the ugly image of your wife from your head.
MY dear uncle,
Many things has happened here
so many Lives left behind weeping .
The goats have bore prematurely and
the cows in the whole street moo no more
The sun has even promise to visit us to increase our sufferings.
While the rain has stopped immediately.
I want you to remain calm and worry not.
Although i received the parcel sent to me by you
Asking about Our beloved country
I read the message there in and wept.
Don't bother yourself about Nigeria nor its government.
I could have discuss that with you but i need not to
bother your humble soul for that lost nation
Who celebrated its centenary with the blood suckers
When the innocent were left unhonoured.
You need to see our houses , its has been razed by fire.
A fire from the terrorist.
Our street filled with blood.
Dear uncle, it has been like hell living down here.
But we always pray for the massaiah to come,
Yet things seems very rough and tough each time we pray harder.
Take care of your children and crave not of Nigeria.
Tell Madam Rich That Nigeria is a terrorist center.
Explain to NIgerians Union in America that our mother, Nigeria is bereaved.
the leaders has done us no good.
Narrate to your children the Amagalmation of Nigeria by those who
Never look in to the future.
I would drop my Companion here
HE had tried and need compassion for his bravery .
Hope to hear from you soon not about Nigeria but
Of your health and family.
Nigeria will be built by Nigerians when they are Ready>
February 4th, 1999 - two hundred
and fifty two months ago
Shana Aubrey Harris officially completed,
now ranks among status quo
lawfully, legally, legitimately in toto
twenty one orbitz around the sun - whoa!
Chronological benchmark ye did attain
plus major purchase of second automobile
(2002 Subaru Impreza) skill ye did gain
curious if family/friends helped ye maintain
being calm, cool, and collected -
quite a taxing acquisition, one need be sane.
Said significant decision
perhaps makes heart skip a beat,
but analogously, and literally
puts ye in driver seat
tending to maintenance
of vehicle sweet
figurative taste of liberation,
while familiarizing feet
to become acclimated
accelerating at velocity
with precious fleet,
obeying Sir Isaac Newton's
first law of motion.
More important gently
and timely to apply brake
lest police siren wails
finding ye to quake
thus requiring thee
to summon nerves of steel,
cuz friendly police thirst
he/she doth slake
issuing moving violation
scenario haint no nightmare
unless fatal accident occurs,
whereby family and friends attend wake
mourning beloved daughter
forever ruing grievous
loss for Pete's sake.
Even after time tested practice
acquiring consummate skill
experiencing diverse situations
manning steering wheel will
unexpectedly introduce during
different seasons frightful scenarios
analogous to getting
spooked by ghostly chill
ye must Carrie on as
the shining defensive driver
setting sterling pride to self
giving ego uber lyft till
ye get over the hill
much quicker than Jack and Jill.
Old stinging eyes,
From ancient tears,
Watching magnificent gold,
Swing back and forth,
Like a pendulum,
With a rusted locket,
Held fast to it.
It's been thirty years,
Since the locket was purchased,
And worn fashionably upon her neck,
The girl who was lost,
In a fatal accident.
He dreamed of their wedding day,
But she disappeared one day,
Winter was coming to an end,
Spring just beginning,
A dream that would be broken.
She was struck by a passing truck,
Tires screeched and burned,
Being careened off a thirty foot drop,
The car fell, striking the rocks,
She died instantly.
Her funeral was held two weeks later,
The skies were dark with clouds,
Rain poured from the heavens,
Black blurred images,
Stood still around the plot,
as the coffin was lowered.
For years he awoke in the night,
With tears in his eyes,
The image, never left,
It replayed in his dreams like a movie,
He wondered, if peace would ever find him.
Now he sits in front of the fire,
Still trying to open the locket,
All alone for so many years,
His love still alive,
But his heart growing weak,
With old age.
His eyes seem to close,
His hand falls to his side,
The locket falls to the floor,
And the lid pops open,
Inside is a picture of a young woman,
And a young handsome man on the other side
And the words: Eternal love,
Engraved beneath them.
Form:
Tonight, at the foot of the bed,
She is watching.
How peaceful he is sleeping.
Wondering if he ever thought,
Of that crucial night.
That changed their lives.
He took off in a speed,
After revealing his secret.
End up in a hospital bed,
In need of a heart transplant.
Rushing to be with him,
Her life end,
With a fatal accident.
Brain dead, they said.
Now her heart is beating,
In his chest.
Feeling lost and betrayed,
She came to claim.
What is rightfully hers.
While he is sleeping,
Next to his lover.
If she couldn’t have him in the living,
While they both were alive.
Then it’s time he must die.
They made their vowels.
'til death do us part.
LIGHTNING IN A BOTTLE
(Dedicated to legends who left a legacy in lives cut short)
Diana- not merely Princess of Whales
but grace, generosity and love so
purely personified
in gentle soul you kept your pain
in harsh surrounds of those
wholly undeserving
Your legacy lives on…
James Dean- what misfortune caused
fatal accident extinguishing flair at
twenty-four
the silver screen capturing a face
strikingly memorable
for evermore
Your legacy lives on……
Marilyn- transcended beauty demure
began just Norma Jean you shot to
swift fame
for men required a mannequin
your voice seductively enticed
then silent
Your legacy lives on…..
Kurt Cobain-- my idol you remain
Courageously you tried to hold
your flame
your voice cried out poetic and
lyrical pain
suicide’s tragic choice ending
to explain Your legacy lives on….
© Kim van Breda—June 2014
When I saw her, I could not believe it was my old classmate Paulette.
I had not seen her since college when she was delightful and filled with joy.
She began to tell me of her parents' tragic fatal accident that occurred last year. She and her husband had two children, one of which died of leukemia 6 months ago. Paulette and her husband were going through a divorce when her parents were killed. Her teenage son took up with a gang and drugs when they divorced, and his life is a mess.
Paulette was an only child which means, with so much misfortune, there is absolutely no one. My wife and I were speechless as she shared her life with us, and we were ears and shoulders. She's still relatively young and in time there could be changes, but right now, my old friend is sad. We pray God will bring seasons of joy, helping Paulette forget the past and embrace the future.
110921PSCtest, Paulette (1), Julia Ward
Are we not the mercy killers ourselves
To have deprived brother a soul in the
Rampage... To have deprived families
And devoid too only left a tatty memo
Are we not the mercy killers ourselves
To have claim immunity after the deed
Beast upon beast, ramp upon ramp to
Manifest in the so called harmony city
Harare bred the playgrounds of abrupt
Peverse behavior of the brother in blue
And his grey top revealing the untold
Suffering, born victim of circumstances
Harare where brothers in blues and grey
Open fire to citizens and the press turns
Be inarticulate and off relevance...Damn
We are muted yet we long to burst cries
Arent we mercy killers? If we screen the
Scenary of the drawned brother in Seke
Nyatsime river caused terror, Flooded ?
Ironic is not it ? Mercy killers, mongers
Arent we mercy killers? If we screen the
Scenary of the fatal accident along Seke
And fail to pay grief to the fallen brother
In the same Seke road our cameras rom.
The car rolls three times
And bounces off a tree
That's one I've survived
It's great to be alive !.
A few cuts and bruises
Remind me of my breath
That's one I've survived
It's great to be alive !.
Hindsight brings clear vision
And makes the forest clear
That's one I've survived
It's great to be alive !.
Those rain clouds look Divine
It's great to live in time
That's one I've survived
It's great to be alive !.
Another chance of life
Another glance at time
Another chance to love
It's great to be alive !.
Seeing life as precious
And how that love is life
Another chance to love
It's great to be alive !.
The life-joy of forgiveness
And letting go of luggage
Another chance to thrive
It's great to be alive !.
A supernatural cradling
I know that God is mine
Another chance for Love
It's great to be alive !.
A resurrected life....after a near fatal accident. Even rain clouds (problems) look great !.