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Finally the moment came.
The last enormous effort to breathe out your life
The last heaves and sigh
Your mild eyes that were caressed by your eyelids
For the last time they were put to sleep
I was not there Ma, when all of these happened
Did you look for me? Were you restless
Not finding your ever reliable arms, your dearest of treasures?
I know not
At that very moment I was tossing feverishly upon my own bed
Far away from the hospital where you were laid
Three days ago you writhed and motioned us to release you
From the chains of all those tracheal tubes, monitors
And all other things
They didn’t allow you to talk
I understood what you were trying to say
But so helpless was I Ma, I was helpless
I stood watching you how they lulled you into submission
Ma, now you are free, now sleep so long as you wish
there will be wine yet to drink,
there will be love yet to make,
and feet dipped into virgin ponds
to wash away callousing years,
seashells with openings like vulvas
into which we can lay our ears for
an ocean of music,
and white sand to doodle on with slow footsteps,
and beheaded coconuts giving
quenching clear blood to compete
with the red of wine,
there will be mornings yet to rouse
with long-carousing nights,
and nights to put to sleep with
bedtime stories of whispers or moans,
our tanned skin
the only blanket we need
there will be happy blindings by the sun,
there will be all the tomorrows
to forget
yet
BANKS OF GIHON
Great Leopard you left...
and as you crossed the banks of Gihon...
there you paused and looked back
we were reluctant to put out the fires-
for the children are still young...
we need to cook them yams..
see to it, the young ones are well fed
and put to sleep- oh such innocence...
we did put out the fire...
and great Leopard you crossed Gihon,
and Africa we lost a great son....
But look back you did...
we shall always remember..
some say the leopard.. in so doing
was handing over the button..
we put out the fire and you crossed Gihon....
Your companion a friend..
who had once delivered you a message...
the day machines turned against their masters..
as the emissary was run down Pretoria
running for dear life....
Great leopard you crossed Gihon..
and Africa lost A GREAT SON
BY Lewis k nyaga...
31/12/2014
1828 hrs east african time..
One day my daughter brought home a scraggly looking young cat who had always
lived outside. In her first year, we learned she had given birth to two litters of kittens, most of which died. She’d always had to scrounge for food and had even escaped from the pound, only to find her way back to that place where she’d not been well-treated! When my daughter saw her, it was her kittens that were being given away. But my daughter saw a gentle quality in this mother cat that surpassed the sweetness of the kittens and asked to take the mother, who became known to our family as Callie (for Calico).
Callie grew plump and flourished in our home. She was no nuisance to anybody or anything. She became so pampered that she hated the outdoors and if a door were opened, she would approach the “outside” cautiously, only to come racing back inside the minute we returned from our porch. Callie loved to sit on laps and be petted. The older she got, the louder she even purred. If a visitor came to the house, she would climb to their laps. She was small and so likable that nobody wanted to shoo her away.
When our children left home, she became my one and only baby, curled up by my pillow each night and awakening me with a little pat to my face every morning for her breakfast. Callie lived a long life, nearly 18 years, but has since passed on. Dying of cancer, she clung to life until we saw fit to have her put to sleep. I have since adopted other cats, and my current cat is indeed charming, but I still believe there is not another cat in the world that can compare to our one and only Callie Cat!
Tread softly on my feelings
and I'll tread softly too.
For we only have those dreams
that we know will not come true.
The ones of love we can't resist,
that touch our heart and soul.
The ones that linger and persist
to tempt our self-control.
Yet we know our love will never be,
not in this lifetime dear.
We know as well that we're not free,
the path for us is clear.
We must go our separate ways,
and the memories we will keep
are the what if dreams and might-have-beens
that realities put to sleep.
And though our silent thoughts may fantasize
of romantic bliss and more.
As love may come to mesmerize
those dreams we must ignore.
So, tread softly on my feelings
for soon we must let go
and the only memories we will keep
are the dreams we'll never know.
On the ocean's cool sand the nightly thinker stands,
shadows hide sky scrapers of glass and steel;
only sirens are heard through the awkward stillness,
read his absurd thoughts: they spin as a magnetic reel!
Has he found happiness as imagined in his dream?
From that melancholic look, one can see clearly
that he has been abandoned by all...wasn't he so leam?
He seeks stars to ignite a desire stirred by fantasy:
images of children grabbing his hands make him weep,
he tries to hold on to them, but they flee and vanish...
despair and remorse are angry feelings he can't put to sleep;
if only they returned for a second, they would lift his anguish!
It's late October and dawn's brilliant lights invade the cloudless shore;
there he lays as a cadaver as pain tightens up the muscles of his core!
Copyright ( c ) 2015 by Andrew Crisci
All my life I’ve been searching
Yet never seeming to find
I’ve traveled, married, divorced
As I’ve searched and yet
You have avoided me
My life has been fairly happy
As most would say successful and full
But in the quiet hours of dawn
I know that is not quite true
There is a yearning in my soul
That I have yet to put to sleep
People ask what are you looking for?
I know what it is but,
Putting Into words is hard
It’s a soul that matches mine
In spirit and thoughts
It comforts without even trying
The sound of their voice will settle me
The touch of their hand
Will send shocks through me like lightning
Yet gentle like the breeze
Their love is like no other
Reassuring without control
And lingers through me
Letting me know they love me
Like they have never loved before
Their compassion has no end
And guides me without preaching
Their laughter will fill every fiber of my soul
It is a calmness that washes over me
Even when they’re not near
And a gentleness that no one can touch
In their eyes I am perfect
Even though I know I am not
With them I’ll feel like I’ve come home
Are you out there?
Original poem by
Linda Franklin 03/10/2026
There is an enchantment in the Killing Frost
It's the most magical night of the year
When the abundant blooms of Summer
Are put to sleep by Frost's frozen tears.
The Killing Frost arrives here silently
Flying in ahead of Winter's incoming wrath
Covering all things that are of the earth
Putting to sleep all flora in her path.
As the late Autumn sun sinks below the horizon
On this Special Night of the year
Plants which were all alive this past morn will be no more
It's time to make way for Winter's Cheer.
Everything Frost kisses will be put to eternal repose
Adorned by Frost's magical breath during the night
All will be dripping in Diamonds in the Morn
With which to dazzle by soft Morning's light.
Winter will be arriving shortly now
And Frost will take her leave
To make way for fluttering snowflakes
Which will come to dance during the long Winter's Eve.
(December 29, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
By: Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian), Written on 18th November 2012.
Loud dins of nihility whirls and twirls around,
Reverberating sharply in my churning mind,
Humming lowly & resonating strange they sound,
Filling my spaces with patterns and frequencies of all kind.
Vacuously locked into blunt spaces my eyes,
Are spiked with ***** scabbards of blankness…
Glimmering tear drops hold tenderness that never dries,
keep fondly trickling out from my eyes with quaintness.
My ear drums swell from within to capture,
Dull shrills of echoes from within me,
“Nothingness” they trap on the verge of their rupture,
Sounds from around me ascend to a higher degree.
My heart beats itself sore,
As “nothingness” it just can’t anymore bear,
Only love and peace can usher in some more,
Feelings of tranquility and life full of softness and care.
me and myself now for sure know,
That “nothingness” can fathoms away keep,
So reflection & solitude, will in my mind sow,
And “nothingness” within me will forever put to sleep.
Now
“Nothingness” have kept at bay,
now within have positivity filled in me,
do not care what they to me will say,
And live my life “nothingness” free.
Death defying judgement.
Standing on a cliff in front of a sadistic sea,
A saddened soul turns his back on all humanity,
Seeking a sad Death instead of human company.
He sees his easy Death as an end to misery.
He need not be judged by God.
Sitting on the ground in a field of silent hay,
With a gun in her mouth at the end of a tough day,
A lonely girl doesn’t see bright colours only grey,
She faces Death as if revenge was the only way.
She need not be judged by God.
A dear old lady in pain asks to be put to sleep.
She begs her devout husband with a love so deep,
She cannot bare the constant pain and begins to weep,
She asks to be seen in the memories he will keep.
She need not be judged by God.
Others fear a wretched judgment by God after Death,
But a lifetime of fear and loathing and loss of breath,
The clear self judgement of a gentle soul is so tough,
The way you face your certain Death is judgement enough.