In the angel's arms
My goodbye poem to my Granny. We said goodbye on Wednesday. Thank you to all who expressed their sympathies. Extra special thanks to MM for all your help! You are the best!
THEY NEVER GOT OLD ENOUGH TO LEAVE THEIR MARK
~free cee~! and how much would you wager that if we met and spent one half hour together you'd swear you just came upon the most intelligent gentleman you have or ever will be likely to see again,then i arise and walk away with you swearing you met a genius in the flesh....i come back and give me another half-hour and you'll walk away thinking you just encountered the dumbest man on earth? AND I NEED ANY MORE SHRIMP ON YOUR MISUNDERSTANDING BARBIE!
sorry!!
I poured out my heart,and emotions put my cards there on the table, nothing in life is garanteed, just feel better that I was able, to say the things I needed to say, at least this way I get closure, never meant to chase you away I'm not sorry
Spiral Of Love
Spiral of love inside her smile Stretched and stretched for more than a mile Sparkles and flashes were her eyes The joy of love was no surprize It shot and blended up and up Until the spiral reached its prime That thatch of hair all tangled and
the weeping Clock..
I think I just scared myself..
"Still"
This poem is dedicated to my late brother Doug.
Michael Jackson: 5 years
Miss you Michael, a lot!
One last goodbye...
A sad melody...
Birthday.
Rememberance
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
there is no label just love for the children
there are not enough words to describe the pain, the anguish of loosing a child but when I found out that those children were the same age as my girl I fell. my heart goes out to the state to the families and to the angels.
THE SHORE LINE
This a poem for my sister who passed away from a long battle with cancer forever love and never forgoten
One more loss
another painful loss We lost our dog right before the new year . I hope he feels better and calmer THERE
ce
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
Of An Angels Wing
BEFORE I START THIS POEM, I WANT TO DEDICATE THIS POEM, IN LOVING MEMORY OF ALLISON, TAMARA COWLEY. AUG 27, 1997 TO MAY 2, 2002 AND HER FAMILY, AND GOD BLESS EVERYONE OF THEM. She was their for me to love, sent straight from above, she's the ap
The Great Adventure
What great adventures lay beyond This world that we can see One step outside this world we take When death to us comes near We should not with fright greet The harbinger of death But gladly embrace all he brings On this brand new journey beg
The Grave
The woman slowly through the graveyard walks, She stops a while and at a grave she talks, Oh Jimmy! oh Jimmy! oh why did you go, You were my joy oh didn't you know, On her face she wears a frown, The sky so soft on her looks down, The drizzle
Lost souls
In body and soul You where here Taken from us Now your gone Are tears flowed Hearts broken I carried your box to heavens gate The doors opened they let you in Are kind dear mother Now your gone We carry you in are hearts And are s
viking
Men of iron Men of steel Sail upoun open seas Square sails Vikings be Sail upoun open seas To distant lands Vikings be Raiders upoun open seas To coquor and raid To viravile land To raid to rape mortals of land To viravile to co
The diary
I am a fireman at local hall #39 when we recieved a 5 alarm call for a terrible fire on the south side of town.. A 22 year veteran my crew and I scampered to our hook and ladder as we had done hundred times before and we raced to the fire with un
learned scilence
Jamie was my best friend but was killed a few days before his 14 birthday. I wrote this to try and help the other jamies of the world.
Angry Words
The angry words spoken are not It is hurt from the heart hidden below The tears that creep into the eyes are not for sorrow Happy joys left from yesterdays Reaching to be touched Confusion and abandonment parlay To not know the end comes what
dead reckoning
does any god permit the dissent of his prodigal people with banished love forever, never to be returned to us or are we always allowed forgiveness and mercy mercy given to raging anger and blind ignorance were ancient gods just, or just like us
Silent Plea
It's such a sad, sad thing when people decide to give up everything that is good in their lives because of something terrible that happened to them.
IN DREAMS
my angel sabrina killed by a drunk driver . but never that never killed her spirit .
What I've Done
I wrote this one 4-19-2011 just by basically finger picking at some chords on the guitar, then I started writing and rearranging the sound.
Momma do you remember (Alzheimer's)
I wrote this about a year before my Mom died of Alzheimer's wondering I guess what might jog her memory when she forgot me thinking if I reminded her of important things in my life that are considered mile stones of my life. My Mom passed in July 2011 not knowing me.
I AM Coming Home
poem wrote the day my husband died
son of death (jim morisson in memoriam)
poets you're only a fraction..
God Took You
I wrote this poem a few months after my husband died, after the fog had lifted and i was able to accept his death.
No More..........
For my old mate " Buck " a beautiful big boof headed red English Staffy ..........
Where is your love , God?
no need to explain.. I guess...just my feelings.
Looking Back
Life was so much different then When I was young and free No cares or worries to bother me As a merchant marine I went to sea Around the world so many times The things I saw and did None compared to sweet Marie When I found her in Madrid
temple
Gold mask The face time forgot Mummfied for all time He hide beind the mask The chosen rah Temples built drawings dominate For his story be told For the spinx The son of rah Pyrimids dominate Isis prist reign Worship the born king
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.
ALL DIE YOUNG
King Solomon had everything a person could desire, including wisdom. He declared all to be, "...vanity, a grasping for the wind." So live your life in contentment and joy. Die in peace knowing all your labor in life, all your material possessions and wealth are worth less than piss on a paupers' grave.
Letting go
The pain of letting go yes it hurts very much so Losing a love that you thought was true changes your point of view. Yet, people come and go in our life for a temporary moment to feed us that which what we need even in strife. Li
My Everything
this is a peom i wrote for my first true love, who was horrificly taken away from the world,
the taliban who are they
in the mountains of afganistan they hide faces coverd they are hidden like cowards they hide shooting their pointed guns in directions no one knows they are there all around unseen but heard in holes they have dug shooting snipping firi
The loss of an old friend
This happened a while ago and i am sure all animal lovers will understand what it feels like to lose one of these special friends.
I feel like my Grief is silent--2014
One month ago my sister in law Pat passed away by a over dose of pills,
DEATH BEHOLD
Dedicated to Liz for her poem about Death got me inspired ...thanks