Tribute to Cheyenne
Written 8-17-11 for Rafter DS Ranch in Fossil, OR who raise Foundation Appaloosa horses. In memory of their 1st Appaloosa, and the foundation stallion of their herd, RIP Ulrich Cheyenne 5-1-1987-8-5-11
If only
If I could be given a moment more And render you to life and restore The time missed out and the love lost Could I ask you to pay such cost? Would I want the angels to spring your release And steal away your heavenly peace Would I want for
Coward
For the Orlando KILLER.. and all of the ones who think they have the right to take innocent lives.. ? So, at a loss for words, to say much more. Title, says it all.
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
Gaza 2014
Trapped in a massacre of innocent people, while visting Palestine helping with humanitarian aid, and loosing a friend.
The Undertaker
When bitter winds blow from the east it brings slow death to man and beast the undertaker rubs his hands with glee, for he smells a feast His neighbours dying off like flys he measures them and notes there size then sheads an allagators tear
MY SOUL'S SORROW
A friend and church member passed away this week at the age of 48 - an unexpected death. Very sad week. He leaves behind a wife, daughter and his mother and father.
Prince
Prince died on Thursday and I've been watching and listening to everything Prince since. Dave Chapelle does a funny skit on him playing basketball and serving pancakes.
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,
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Haven't felt like writing since that girl got killed,such a horrible tragedy in are community,is that one of the horrible powers of tragedy? The way it makes us look at are own lives as if by comparison next to the question. What if? What if that was us,or me,or somebody I loved?
Kelly's song
Kelly is my Beloved Baby Sister. This is dedicated to her. I was five she was only two. She died in my arms. It was the only time I could save her. I've blamed myself my whole life. Sorry for lg. print. Still giving me fits this computer.
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.
on death
When somebody you love dies,it just makes you feel so alone inside. Like there is this weight pushing you down and even though you have to keep moving it's not the same.As you begin to come to terms with it,you see that it is not about you or how you
Sometimes I forget
Sometimes I forget the hours, all the years between us I forget the lost days that have all passed us by I have no memory of no longer chances and empty spaces For a while is forgotten the passing of our time. Sometimes I forget, and you are here
Flowers in the sky
For all of our loved ones in heaven sending flowers from the sky
sister miss her
Christmas can be hard alone. When I was 5yr. I held my sis as she took her last breathe. I could not save her. I tried.
Playing in the snow
Every Christmas I think of you We were just kids Playing in the snow We've made many a snowman Using a beer can for the snow mans hat the snowball fights we would have You would rub my face in the snow We would laugh and laugh Fall
God Never Said
Evil religions make me mad Evil religions are insane They leave a trail of sad In some false prophets name They can't wait to pray And they can't wait to kill Tomorrow is just a murder away They believe a lie for the truth with all their mig
Haiku-3
on forgotten graves candles do not burn by forgotten graves lost souls wander on my forgotten grave I sit remembering
Today I Saw Death
A person I know was recently told that he had less than a month left to live
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water on this soul for sleep what been held and held so deep that there in dream to keep a few memories of here face with the tears I did not weep spread across the pigments in the wash
Him.
His gaze earnest. searching, His hands gently caressing mine, like morning dew upon the September grass.. He spoke to me in the quiet whisper of a sofly blowing steady breeze, As the sun came up, and brought to life lazy stretching b
~A Bad Dream~
just something dark..
Special Friend
Well I lost my childhood friend to that awful disease cancer over the weekend at the age of 61. Makes you wonder what's next around the corner for us all? As kids we did get up to all sorts of mischief and we even looked like one another same mop of hair and cheeky grins, this we used to our advantage when it came to blame. A true friend David I will miss you but you will never be forgotten.
our son
Next weekend our son will take on a wife And start a brand new life He asked me to find some pictures you He's going to make a memorial table just for you This breaks my heart even more As I go through the pictures I see that look of prid
"Still"
This poem is dedicated to my late brother Doug.
Remembering you
memories of husband past.
Dave........
This old fella surprised me .....I just looked around and he was standing there beside me ....but in the short time he was there I learnt a lot about him and it was a pleasure to have met him
Untill we meet again
For those i love.... and those who love me. I could not say goodbye to you reasons why i slipped away, i hung on untill my favourite time the eve before christmas day. But do not let my passing sadden this season between your tears remembe
A candle glowing in the dark
Tribute to those lost to me in last 2 years.
Lament for a Soldier and his Love.
Passchendale, much written in heroic terms, yet that wee bit 'o' hill, witnessed carnage unimaginable, for little gain. There in its museum, shines an inscription which reads, 'The thought that Jock died for his country is of no comfort to me, his memory is all I have left to Love. John Low's fiancee, 10th Jan 1918. Such sadness, such waste inspired this poem.
EMPTY SPACE
Just missing my Mom who passed away August 5, 2008.
Enough said...
These few lines were written a few days ago while listening to the news and the way sorrow and misery is portrayed. Each station has it's own agenda and way of expressing the pain that the victims are feeling but with a cold and de-saturated position regardless of how they try to be sincere.
The Rose
I wrote this poem on the anniversary of the death of a friend lost to a murderous husband. The poem itself is an abridgement of an analogy of her life as I saw it and how she affected everyone around her. RIP Sam.
THE QUESTION
I had a picture to go with my poem but have forgotten how to do it uggggg
Gone From Here
For those of you that are not here At this very special time of year You’re in our thoughts we hope you know And in our hearts with this we show All our love we send to you And know you feel the same way too Forever in our memories will be
Missing you
Woke up in tears missing my husband
Memories
I woke this morning and thought of you I feel so sad I can’t see you I know that I’ve been miles away But in my heart ill know you'll stay Wanted so much to say goodbye It's hard to get over but I will try Your memory will always be Etched in
I return, I think!
2013-2014-2015 lost 3 people closest to me. stopped writing fo a time am back now but wise.
For Daddy
My little dog Chloe, sadly died March 1st this year. I had a snip of her hair made into a pendant which I could wear round my neck. We had hope my former partner would be able to visit her before she died. Sadly this was not the case. It's just me and the cat, Oskar, now.
If I could
Never take things for granted.
Remnants of Love
Nearly ten years since you were called away, yet still I recall as yesterday your touch, Your smile, your sense of fun and joy with life. I remember you playing your guitar, singing along. You cooking a gourmet meal with great a-plume. Sharin