This Halloween Night
A hair standing shiver run down my spine It's the dust of the dead and wandering souls The hour hand strikes twelve and the grandfather clock chime Ghostlike shadows searching for past memories of long ago The night wind echoes, carrying whisp
the polish girl
lost summer memory..
Another Rose
A FB friend lost her mother last week so I wrote this.
ONE ART
The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day.Accept the fluster of lost door keys,the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn't hard to m
souls
For so many xx
crystal heart
Crystal heart Object of beauty Fragile Moulded with care Idolised This heart of glass Moulded with care This object On display for all to see Its hidden parts visual to the touch Built to view the working of vision Its flowing h
Lost no more
Walking on the sand...visions return like a lost ol' friend, Let the sun bake me. Watch the dolphins play. Another day missing you. Why do I stay? Feeling the waves...visions return of younger, better days. Let the sun bake me, Hear the laugh
Letter to Mum
I write a poem to my mum and Dad each year on their birthdays and the anniversary of their deaths
Coming
This poem was written on 19 March 1996.
Final goodbye
letting go
Lilac and Rain
Yet another stinkin' lost love song. This one about my troubled ex-fiance' in Georgia, who's 3-year old had been murdered by her previous husband, who also happened to be chief of police. Long story short, I held on the best I could, but she eventually took her own life in order to be with her daughter. I never wrote about that one, some things just don't lend themselves to words.
My ANGEL IN BLACk
This is all true and my guardian Angel became a good friend of mine a wounderfull young man I was having a really hard time dealing with things when my husband died in 1999 and I didnt want to live then out of the blue this wounderfull man showed up at my door when I asked him what he wanted he replyed with the words I have written There really are Angels with us
Ode to Davina
This is a Fond Rememberance of my dear Mother Davina Yvonne who died at home on April 13, 1998. Aged 76 years. Davina the loving Mother of Susan, Carol and Tom.
Phone Call in the Midst of Night
Something different
A Plea from Babylon
Desert sand sips on western blood. Life dwindled on a dust storm. The Mid-East is drunk; smashed on the substance of juvenile lives. Baghdad staggers and stomachs churn; a harsh place with no feeling for western existence. Solemn voices, from
whetting of man's nature
to everything there is a season...
If I could bring you back
If I could bring you back for more hour or a day I will get you snack coz I have countless things to say. If I could bring you back I'll take care of you I will put your sacks like I use to do. If i could bring you back I will stay in y
train crash in winter
about an accident.
Tribute to an Old Sailor
Written upon the death of the father of my two best friends, who was much more of a father to me than my own.
Just Simpily Letting Go
Good bye my friend.
Never
Its all in what I haven't said the words I really meant dreams I've never told you about passions I've never shown kisses that never made it to you heart beats never pressed against your chest my feelings left in actions never shown whispers s
John The Love I Lost
This was the first poem I wrote after John's death. It pretty much sums up how I feel after his death. All you connecting single members feel free to read. For anyone who has lost Im sure you can relate to this. Peace
Guernica
on carpet of wight smoke innocence broke and shadows of war drew tight the cloak painting faces with death and flame for the evil of nations gain
He Talked to Trees
I wrote this poem after my husband passed away.....
Twelve month since you've gone
how time has past, since he went
reflection of our dead
on Memorial Day
Redemption
Once in the grey yearning And awful lonliness Of widowhood I thought That if a woman climbed in my bedroom window I mignt pass out. Now I know That if one did I would. consy
Empty Words
Written on hearing of the death of a new friend's mother. Talking to her made me think of what it was like when my own mom died.
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
Time
The clock chimes the hour Time ticks bye Seconds become minutes Minutes become that hour Time ticks bye slowly ticking bye time now gone now stolen one says good bye those minute now gone stolen they become Hours they become days Days becom
A fond farewell to a friends beloved sister
Just how do we pen sorrow beyond description, how do we find words to paint the beauty of former days, that by cancerous fate in all its torturous pain, daily played its destructive game,yet despite the physical, deterioration and suffering, its evil never conquered the stoic spirit, for its beauty remains alive.
The Fallen
This is pretty much self-explanatory.
The Dash
August 19, 1933 - May 23, 2010 is what the tombstone read If I could talk to them today I wondered the words that would be said What a life, an adventure t
Resting With The Dead
Stirring slowly, eyes opening Who is disturbing slumber of mine Murky waters, icy cold Deathly silence all around Remember screams, hit an iceberg Sinking to the briny depths Let me sleep, rest in peace With my fellow man
Goodbye to Aida
A good friend of a very dear person to me passed yesterday. She was only 50. May she Rest In Peace.
Parting Thoughts
I wrote this poem as words of comfort for the grieving.
soldier
Soldier Do you carry your gun to heavens gate Will they let you in if you Leave it on the battle field where you died Soldier do you carry a knife Will they let your war carry on with a knife Will you leave on the battle field where it wa
I am not strong
If you feel loss - you may loose hope or faith. But make shure you keep the love in your heart. Loosing love is loosing life. (in memory of my Dad)
Ladies Of A King
Ladies of a king Graceland was your home How you must have cried When you knew he was gone Many still miss him And another hasn't come along The world never knew Such a singer of a song Ladies of a king In our hearts you also belong Lad
The death of Mr. Jones
despair..
the loss of life
yu need motivationt o carry on. and when those that ar e close to you give you a hard time, you r purpose and worthiness is unsuppported an d ignored and downgraded. so u need some way to express these feelings if not sometimes clearly bu t the hint is there and the feeings are there the difference is to find waht is worth saving and waht is worth leaving.
Death
I think death answer all life"s questions