An Ode ToMy Friend And Boss
I wrote this poem a number of years ago in tribute to a man who was not only my boss but also my friend.He was a quiet genius in electronics and one of the earliest developers of cable TV. At one time he owned 9 systems in 4 states. Since this is Memorial Day I thought it fitting to post my poem.
MOM
Written months after her passing and the loss will always linger! 2009 Tweaked and added 2 lines on 9/17/17 and (Mother's Day) 5/13/18 redo 3/30/22
Christ at the Speed of Light
Eric Fromm stated all anxiety comes from the sense of feeling separate.
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
Love like candy.
You gave love like candy to a child, and dragged laughter from my belly. Your voice filled my thoughts and mind, leaving no space in the between times. I wonder,at the complete invasion! to death-like quiet..and.. our all or nothing view of l
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
Undying love
Know who you love and who you love..let them know!
The Journey
Some literary and mythic allusions in this one. When Theseus destroyed the Minotaur he returned to Athens by ship. The signal was that if he had white sails he was successful, black sails unsuccessful. Unfortunately he forgot to lower the black sail and his father Aegeus thinking his son was dead, jumped into the sea and killed himself. Hence the sea off Athens is known as the Aegean.
Ach. . . no we ride I say!
A tribute to the many clansmen that sacrificed to save their land and their heritage, in the highland's.
~"The" tilt of the scale~
There's one thing that brings Wee The people to there. Opinionate thought Of the critic In you? A bill that's been passed Was it during your watch? Rights that were bound Constitutionally? Thugs in the life That we want to call ou
i apologize, i'm a new man: poem by ~free cee!~
IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT THIS IS ABOUT THEN I WROTE IT FOR NOTHING
i weeped ageless
Dedicated to my mom who died unexpectedly on April 27th 2009
Dog Days Are Over
For Mitsy x
Time of reflection - Death of a Innocent
It's not from me It just has to go around the world ...
Moment's
"WAIT" ... not yet give me a moment with him. God give me strength to walk by myself. If i fall...lift me from my knees give me a moment if you please for the last time...to be at his side. Give me a moment upon his face to gaze to remi
Lost Dreams
Gentle winds brushing back the tides of fear Clocks ticking never stopping moving on Coming close remains far, not even near Sad for what might have been, but never was Locked and hidden put away to stay gone All my dreams now s
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
MY DEAR SWEET SISTER ANNETTE
MY SISTER GOT KILLED ON JUNE 10TH OF THIS YEAR.SHE WAS MURDERED BY A MAN WHO CLAIMED TO LOVE HER.IT HURT ME SO BAD THAT I COULD NOT EVEN GO VEIW HER BODY OR ATTEND THE FUNERAL EITHER.I PRAYED TO GOD TO PLEASE HELP ME DEAL WITH THIS.ONE NIGHT I WAS GOING THROUGH SOMETHING I COULD NOT GET HER OFF OF MY MIND ,SO I GRABBED A PEN AND PAPER AND STARTED WRITING FROM MY HEART.IT HELPED AFTERWARDS BUT I WILL ALWAYS MISS HER BECAUSE I RAISED HER HER ALONG WITH SIX MORE BROTHERS AND SISTERS.
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
Darkness Welcomes Me.
I sleep some and then I wake. Wake is asking and questioning. Shall I go or laugh at the questions? The feeling with the question or the feeling that keeps me here! I do not dream, I only feel. There is no color or faces, it is just the feel
Save Your Last Tear For Me
I can't share why I wrote this. Very personal.
Too young............
Too young to understand what life had too offer..............this lass recently took her own life ........she would have been 18 this year
The killing of HOPE
some say breaking sad news is one of the hardest things to do..well tonight i found out just how hard it is when i had to tell my dad how sick mum really is...she wouldn't tell him, so i had to, it was only right he knew... must admit what some people say, is indeed very true.
The Day Death Comes
How will it be, the day death comes? Perhaps like the gift at the beginning of night, the first kiss on the lips given unasked, the kiss that opens the way to brilliant worlds while, in the distance, an April of nameless flowers agitates the moo
Ever With Me (For My Mom)
I wrote this piece for my mother, who passed away Feb 23, 2013, after a long battle with cancer and other complications. I consider her one of the bravest people I've ever known. She was a true warrior in her fight. I say a special prayer for all those who have had to say good-bye to their mothers. It's a sting that never goes away. Thanks for having a read.
A Moment in Time
Hanging by a moment in time This moment stretched forever Earth below me, sky above Between them I am floating Past my ears the wind is rushing Setting up a fearful howl Through the midst of clouds I travel Ever closer seems journey’s end
i am not worth the ink in my pen
my poem is me feeling very fusterated, a very special lady i know is on her final hours and waiting for sleeping angels to waken and guide her home to heaven, what to write how im feeling right now, but i cant, the words wont come' im a failure... i am stupid.
IN FOREIGN LANDS (song and music)
This is a traditional song of the sephardic jewish, descendant of those who lived in Spain. They sang this song like an anthem in Auschwitz. Usually are different versions of traditional songs, you can listen one here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RERzpeDgbes
Contained ~ Kickit’s Challenge
Thanks for the challenge kickit.....
days with out
the tear that was shed was not the tear that fell but a glistening slip of tongue held out to dry upon an empty berth of grey knotted to prickly pear a bone white desert sky
Every Sky is a New Sky
Blowing through heaven and earth, and in our hearts and the heart of every living thing, is a gigantic breath—a great Cry—which we call God. Plant life wished to continue its motionless sleep next to stagnant water, but the Cry leaped up within it and violently shook its roots: “Away, let go of the earth, walk!” Had the tree been able to think and judge, it would have cried, “I don’t want to. What are you urging me to do! You are demanding the impossible! But the Cry, without pity, kept shaking its roots and shouting, “Away, let go of the earth, walk!” Animals appeared--worms--making themselves at home in water and mud. "We're just fine here," they said... But the terrible Cry hammered itself pitilessly into their loins. "Leave the mud, stand up, give birth to your betters!"... And lo! after thousands of eons, man emerged, trembling on his still unsolid legs... He has been fighting, again for thousands of eons, to draw himself, like a sword, out of his animalistic scabbard. He is also fighting--this is his new struggle--to draw himself out of his human scabbard. Man calls in despair, "Where can I go? I have reached the pinnacle, beyond is the abyss." And the Cry answers, "I am beyond. Stand up!" -Kazantzakis
The Darkest Rose
Such is an emptiness now found in the New England woods this time of year. Visting the grave of my mother, this sonnet is very darkly reflective of my suffering a deep loss, followed by a timeless bitter mourning from a death so deeply personal. Perhaps only in our dreams can such sadness be balanced by the celebration of another happier time in life and also with the hope of her eternal love.
See you in heaven
For my late wife Nancy who soared to heaven in May 2011..We miss you this Easter..
PRAYER TO THE GRAVE
I wrote this after my girlfriend died some years ago. i went through a bad stage in my life after it for a while. steve
GONE
For you were my air. You were my 2nd half. Without you i am lost. Looking for who i am. Looking for where i fit into my life. You breathed life into me. Giving me all i need. When you were gone i myself breaking in two. I could not breath
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
Dream me Dreams
Dream me Dreams
Loss
Written in surreal remembrance to my late mother on a cold and wet April morning in the New England countryside.
NOT TO FORGET YOU
All of us touched by death, leaving the heart guardian of precious memories.
Conversations With Death
Live, laugh and love like every day is your last one. I wrote this in about five minutes. Death was standing behind me whispering the words to me.
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.
Whenever.........
My ex sister in law passed away the other day ...............she was way to young at 40 RIP .........DEE