Haiku-3
on forgotten graves candles do not burn by forgotten graves lost souls wander on my forgotten grave I sit remembering
Waiting for the end
I like to write yet I am not a writer, I'm poor on punctuation but that does not stop the thoughts in my head. I wrote this in 2008.
A Defiance to Old Age
Thou shalt not rob me,thievish Time, Of all my blessings or my joy; I have some jewels in my heart Which thou art powerless to destroy. Thou mayest denude my arm or strength, And leave my temples seamed and bare; Deprive mine eyes of passion's light,
Betrayal of OUR Dead in Defiance
1.2 Billion mactations on New World Order´s bloody Altar of GREED since 26 Jan 1778! WE Homo sapiens are STILL Abused (in billions), victims blamed, kids etc BBQd ALIVE, all for ¨Freedom¨, and exterminated for ¨Economy¨ by the West! Sent in DEFIANCE to 6 successive Poetry and TRUTH hating Chief Orcs of Gulag Australis Inc
FUR CRAIG: A LEAF IN AUTUMN
I lost my best mate who was with me since High School. He passed away nearly twenty years ago.
TILL WE MEET AGAIN
You were there when my first tear fell You held me and I knew you’d always be there When I took my first step You caught me I said my first word Your joyful smile filled your eyes Everyone knew my first word I learned the world’s ways I
The Only Thing To Touch
to have a line be nude of a person to have a sky lifted is the only thing loss equals the shape of evenings the sadness of rooms and time to be felt is the only thing to touch.
Scratches
I eat the letters you send. Good mother, god or ghost of a word, I am coiled around your tongue like a fetus. I am happy there. The doctor said I need to wean myself from you. His pills shuffled me into a nod, which broke open, And I couldn
Letter to Mum
I write a poem to my mum and Dad each year on their birthdays and the anniversary of their deaths
A BROKEN DREAM.
This poem was written in memory of my wife, who passed away on 16th January, 2007. Actually, the poem came to me while she was still alive and I asked myself a question___ What if she was not with me? All the experiences described in the poem are all real life instances.....like me waking up in the middle of the night and emotions I began to feel at that moment.
Angel of death
World end.
Departure
You, on that day of threshing, spoke of your requirements: to be upbraided, to be unloosed from these blue garments. I recall you sobbing, in twilight, in the upper garden… Hush now, listen to me: you have touched a patch of wet clover s
A Starry Night
There's nothing much to say it sorta went this way I looked at a picture that has become a fixter in a museum far far away.
never sets free
dead deaf blind moles stagnating in murky holes shadows slinking in light's blinking a sounded tear lost in wailing memory never sets free fate's capricious decree never draw near light shadows cannot live in lit up- bright die if it
Timp Trecator (Fleeting Time)
My cat passed away and I wanted to remember her.
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create poem I'm always up for that what may I lie to? what may I speak in a no one she can not speak so forever more I write what may I speak to life is not funny life is obscene to take anyone that was what it meaned go and kill your yard
Parting Thoughts
I wrote this poem as words of comfort for the grieving.
Loss
I wrote this poem at a time when a dear friend had lost his wife in a tragic accident. I saw how much he grieved for her and it broke my heart. I chose to write This poem in a feeble effort to express, in some small way, my condolences And an empathic understanding of what he might be going through.
For my Late Great Mate Bob
* A Sydney suburb. ** A dear old mate of mine Robert (Bob) died in hospital, about a week ago; and I wrote this poem, as a tribute to him. "Where ever you are, old mate - take care".
for you mom
you where here You where here Inbody and soul To hear you talk To laugh once more i know you you gone I know you cant come back Your with me always In my soul you still with me mother In my soul
58 danube 3135
one of 1000 faces, of reality
Goodbye to Aida
A good friend of a very dear person to me passed yesterday. She was only 50. May she Rest In Peace.
THE FIELD
This was ghost written one night ,I've never been in a war but whoever wrote this through me has . I awoke and was compelled to write it which took 5 minutes in the morning not a word was changed .So i leave it to you to believe or not !!
HAUNTING SEARCH
Different to the types of subjects I normally write about. Up late one night ...
Ahmaud Arbery
Travis McMicheal sentenced to life no parole Gregory McMicheal: life no parole William Bryan: life w parole after 30yrs RIP Ahmaud.
If ever… (written in 2016, revised in 2022)
For my brother....
Im
I wanted a room with a view Im here and Im you I came from before Im here forevermore I told you who you are Im here never far I know you cannot see Im you and you are me I know you dont know Im here to help you grow I know its a
Questions , just questions, answer's to follow!
What will you do when the doing is done?, what will you do when the race is won? who will you be?, what will you see,,... ......eternity?
Wading the Waters of Lethe
Little is noticed, less remembered. Not completely written down, and cut at the templates. What is not burned is wholly lost but for the mention in another's fragment, which is edited in the compilation and lied about in the quotation.
Where were you?
Where were you when Kennedy died? Where were you when Simpson lied? Where were you when you realised? Where were you?
No guarantee!
Tomorrow will always come after today ends Tomorrow WILL be with or without you or me Today is where we are at right now No guarantee of tomorrow, no how So its strange to me and strange to see Such importance placed on what may never be.
Again!
And still we repeat, still we retreat, until we're backed into a corner, only then will the battle for survival become the host of a new revival, new wisdom to see, what things there could be, but twill only get lost in history. Again!
Ghost of Brotherhood
A glimpse into the psychological torment people endure for years after a loved one commits suicide. The pain it causes (for me at least) can be best described as haunting.
Gone…
It’s all gone.
Undying Love
tell me wat u think, please n thank you
Today!
How do we feel today?, too overwhelming for anyone to say, regression, depression, fear just being here? Confused? Refused the right to live, to give, no verbal discussion, just physical concussion, and all because of (rushing), into a whole new way,
Poppy
Poppy's lined in rows Thier petals flutter in the light winds they flutter in the silent breeze Thier red petals glow Remember them the fallen now remember them Lives given the pals the friends the sons taken away now the fallen Soul
To Build or not to Build
My poem nothing it's come only in my mind.Because I'm only passing by in my own account
08/16/18
** I will She'd my tears for you, I will hold on to each and every precious moment we've shared! In My Heart You will always Live! This is not "Goodbye", Just a "See Ya Again Sometime" I will Be Strong and Carry On, So that I May carry You with Me
early light
for my wife of 40 years that died on 30/4
Your American Dream Was Stolen From You!
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