Trevor Poems - Poems about Trevor

blue is a great color to wear ~ but not to live in so smile...

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Troubled Tuesday tussles through the tides Taking turns to toil terrified today That tip talking tremendously to the task Tabled tales, the tall trees tossed That touch That trip That tears Taken Tolerates Trembling talks The transparency travels Telling Trevor to take the task Today tears the town...

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I small father, The Arch is missed even by Dalai Lama, Buddhists this writer loves Israel, but Tutu cried for Palestine, fellow-activists my truth: the Arch gave me permission to be an African, a Christian when I was all Indian-South-African by birth, a Hindu nationalist II he began as a teacher (matriculated from Johannesburg Bantu High School) quickly - as I would...

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In Remembrance of Trevor John Starr 1st September 1945 – 5th November 2016 For Trevor There are no words for you to say to someone you’ve loved so long Brother, Husband, Father, Pop the parting just seems wrong and now it’s time to say goodbye as you try hard, to be so strong You remember all they have been through the love, the trouble, the...

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41 yrs have past since I last saw your face why is our family so out of place if only you knew I was not like the rest you and I would have been connected more than the others I wish I had you as a partner throughout the years maybe my life would have felt like a breeze I...

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His face is scruffy and he smiles, Trevor has been gone a while He’s been reported missing for days, I peer and longingly anxiously to play. Tears drain down swollen chaffed cheeks, Lying in my bed there is no relief. His face was smug and warm but he coyly smiled, Trevor has stolen his freedom awhile One day my Trevor may weep as...

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So many wept at his smoked burial to celebrate he’s escaped forever Epitaph in garbled words is upside down and slender like our Trevor Joke is on extra wide marble tomb he’s dead stoned as we remember ‘Laugh bring me weed and write graffiti for my gratuitous surrender’ 13th April 2019...

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Trevor Jed Engelson Unwittingly... launched Meghan Markle into royalty American divorcee catapulted from “AA” to “Zed” at break neck speed, and with cachet wed Prince Harry, and soon twill begetting, bestowing, and bewitching her chromo somal thread (complementing, furthering, and ...

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A lovely morning’s knocking on the door Come here, Trev, it’s time to make a wish Your birthday’s dancing rumba on the floor And for your dreams is waiting a goldfish. So many gifts from family and friends So many words are filled with love and joy Let all the best things never end And life gives daily presents to enjoy . Let...

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Align fond wit in jest that steers: Thrill with delight the crazy world, Reach with a fit splurge of fine cheer; Extract fond flights as laughter swirls, Voice in quick drill fond comedy, Observe the grain of foibles loud; Rouse craft that fills fond parody. Notice the pains of conflicts proud, Opt to address the comic now, A time to laugh at silly sway; Haste...

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You starred in Are you being served and Last of the summer wine. The performances that you gave in both of those shows were divine. I didn't even know that you were dead until about a week back. Sadly, you died over a year ago of a heart attack. You began starring in Are you being served in 1972. You...

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Dear God, I didn't cast you out, I didn't. I didn't. Are you listening God? Do you hear me. I'm echoing. Repeating...repeating...repeating...repeating...repeat/...eat/...eat/...eat// Dear God, I didn't cast you out, I didn't. I didn't. STOP! Gain control of your thoughts. Say what you've called to say... Dear God... Dear God... Dear God, I'm struggling to find the right words. Stuck between my anger and my fear. My mind is collapsing, Nothing is ever crystal...

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Dear God, Thank you, For sending him. He arrived safely, His bags over his shoulders, A grim smile on his face. He slung his bags in the corner, Laid a pillow on the couch, And pulled me in for a hug. "I'm here little sis, It's okay now," He whispered to me. Dear God, Thank you for sending him. He promised to help me, Told me he'd take...

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"Dear God, Mom's left, I don't even care anymore. She punched me in the face and then, Said she hoped I'd burn in hell. Dear God, Dad's lost his mind, The succubus is no more, Now he only wants mom, But she'd rather be a whore. Dear God, something's going on with Trevor, My brother is fading in and out, He thought our family...

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Dear God, what is going on? Is this your work? Is this what you do? Just when life is getting good, You turn it all to hell... Dear God, I trusted you, How could you let us all be hurt again and again, Mommy and Daddy are fighting, Worse and worse than ever before. I cry every night, but no one knows. Mommy's...

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