Amy cat passed
six days ago today…
FATE took her away
after eleven purrfect years
We offer this tribute with gratitude
for the gray tabby ninja with cattitude —
finis vitae sed non amoris
When you passed away
The lights became dark
Down the tunnels of life,I went
Where darkness was the only light
Then the quietness of rain started
With the reminder of loneliness, it sang.
Then I looked above
The sky seemed to be saying something
And there was something written as well
I saw your welcoming,warm arms
I saw the love in your smile...
But suddenly,I saw your shadow
Everything was mute,my breaths were gone
And my eyes were the only thing that cried
I am now captured in my empty existence
Shut all the lights!
I don't want to see anymore.
~AHLUMILE MATETA
Shedding skin to grow
All these years have passed me by
Will you help me grow?
There is so much you can let go of,
If you really want to try.
Stuff that only weighs you down,
That makes you want to cry.
Old regrets, self doubts and hurts,
That drag up pain and anger.
Toss them, ditch them, cast them away,
To self esteem they're danger.
Worries about what could have, should have,
What ifs and if onlys,
Leave you filled up with regrets,
And leave you sad and lonely.
These things are somewhere in the past.
These things are done and over.
It's time to leave the past alone,
And look to days of clover.
Today make that decision.
The past is over, done.
Today, right now is fresh and new.
Look up, embrace the sun.
Treasures of the Past
[Verse 1[
In a dusty room, treasures of the past,
Framed memories linger, shadows they cast.
A man reflects on stories untold,
With the wisdom of ages, and courage so bold.
Echoes of laughter, the smiles and the cries,
Time stands still as the moment defies.
[Chorus]
Timeless memories, captured in light,
Friendship eternal, in the soft twilight.
Each glance tells a story, each line holds a dream,
In the dance of the past, nothing’s as it seems.
[Verse 2]
Beside him stands a figure, made of wood and paint,
Silent but knowing, no need for complaint.
They share a connection, both old and new,
In the heart of this haven, friendships grew.
Through thick and thin, tales woven tight,
Together they shine, like stars in the night.
[Chorus]
[Outro]
So, here’s to the moments, forever we keep,
In the whispers of history, our souls gently (s)weep.
The time had passed, they knew too well
when first they fell under true love’s spell
That delight they felt, a-stir in the garden
no longer tolled the arbor bell…
‘Respectability’ had pierced their fairy dreams
exposed them to sundry maudlin whims
rerouted their lodestars toward middling others
knitted them labels of ‘sister and brother’
Silence reigns in the corners of her room.
Shadows stretch where laughter once filled the air.
A chair sits untouched, the imprint of memory faded.
Light pours across empty spaces, seeking substance.
The walls echo with the hush of what’s missing.
You are the silver thread in the fabric of my life.
The clock moves, but time feels empty here.
Air, thick with a longing, invisible yet perceived.
Absence; shapes carved by what was once here.
Presence; her ghost forever resting in my heart.
Baby Dracula stayed home to pass out the candy
We cannot divulge his real name; let’s call him Randy
He said giving to others felt wonderfully dandy.
Especially since his neighbor came by, a cutie named Sandy.
Winter has almost passed
Spring has nearly come; star magnolia buds do cheer
Blooms at last
Early flowers
During cold, buds tried to appear
Showers
Give chills
My heart does spear.
Thrill
Winter has almost passed
During cold, buds tried to appear
Thrill
Done with; discarded by Time;
Beyond city walls.
As one nameless grave beneath.
Where a great hush falls.
Insofar belongs only
The world to the young!
To the extent none search for!
Some backwood among.
My life before you.
My life with you.
My life without you.
All passed in a blink of an eye.
The Ancestral Pen
when passing down
to heirs apparent
is thus endowed
Its ink distilling
what time cannot
a legacy willing
what can’t be bought
The Ancestral Pen
rewrites the tome
of generations
that sat the throne
From voices distant
to voices near
the torch is passed
— the future clear
(The New Room: December, 2025)
My husband passed last night around 10:20
No arrangements have been made yet, but we will probably decide this morning
He was really confused for the last 24 hours before his death
The whole thing has not really hit
I will need your prayers for strength for the days ahead
God is still in control, and He is my support
Praying friends add an extra layer
I have not mourned my mothers passing
It's a celebration for The Lords everlasting
She is gone to a better place
No longer a problem that we face
All the way to the end we were there
Everyday showing the moments we cared
But today I wonder what mourning I share
Not one tear not here or there
I look at God in whom I trust with her care
Knowing one day I'll also be there
When Grandmother died she was mother too
I made my self cry on a wall it's true
I remember her saying "We don't know what's up there."
But it's God we trust"
I was just a child when she this told us
No ministers sermon could give me proof
Just the love of mother and what they do
I wish I could say "Mom I miss you"
But the way it all ended it's just not true
We cared for a body we wished were you
Speaking to us the way you use to do
But you were gone and all we had left
Was the body of a woman still filled with breath
Sit down. Hear my strange story
about my day at the observatory.
I peered through a magic telescope
filled with sad memories and hope.
Through one side I could see the past.
The other showed a future, gone too fast.
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