Goodbye to MDF
I was just informed yesterday of the tragic death of a lovely woman.
I'll Choose Heaven..
So much killing,hate, and terrible things going on in the world today. Just makes me so sad.
My Best Friend
For my black lab. We are reaching the end of our journey together. I know, I see what will all to soon be :-(
sailors way
a hint of salted air penetrates my nostrils closer that I become, the more it's presence grows stronger fast appearing about me are pillows of sand awakening memory, shouldn't be too much longer facing a highest, final dune, blocking the horiz
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
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.
A Reminder (Pain never says goodbye)
seeing the turmoil my mum is facing, the impending doom she is feeling, lost and a neglected woman, I can't pacify nor console her. . . she's going to a welfare home, for her its as good as going to her own burial. and I can't say a damm thing http://www.connectingsingles.com/blog_60308_1/sealed_in_stone_a_bloody_reminder_to_me.htm
Loss and Love
Mourning the loss of my cat...may a new star be born this evening..
EFFECTS OF BUSH WAR IN ANGOLA 1980's
I wrote this poem on 17 Oct 2008 when I reflected what we did in Angola as South African soldiers.
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.
Knight Rules
This poem was inspired by the poetic life of Café Jim (cafetwo2010) and godsprincess' ANGEL CAFE tribute to him. Sir Thomas Lemuel Hawke of Cornwall’s twenty rules to govern Knights, written in 1483, gives one reason to consider how much one has to invest in this life.
40 of 93
for: Christian Adams, 37 Lorraine G. Bay, 58 Todd M. Beamer, 32 Alan Anthony Beaven, 48 Mark Bingham, 31 Deora Frances Bodley, 20 Sandy Waugh Bradshaw, 38 Marion R. Britton, 53 Thomas E. Burnett, Jr., 38 William Joseph Cashman, 60 Georgine Rose Corrigan, 55 Patricia Cushing, 69 Captain Jason M. Dahl, 43 Joseph DeLuca, 52 Patrick Joseph Driscoll, 70 Edward Porter Felt, 41 Jane C. Folger, 73 Colleen L. Fraser, 51 Andrew (Sonny) Garcia, 62 Jeremy Logan Glick, 31 Kristin Osterholm White Gould, 65 Lauren Catuzzi Grandcolas, 38 Wanda Anita Green, 49 Donald Freeman Greene, 52 Linda Gronlund, 46 Richard J. Guadagno, 38 LeRoy Homer, 36 Toshiya Kuge, 20 CeeCee Ross Lyles, 33 Hilda Marcin, 79 Waleska Martinez, 37 Nicole Carol Miller, 21 Louis J. Nacke, II, 42 Donald Arthur Peterson, 66 Jean Hoadley Peterson, 55 Mark David Rothenberg, 52 Christine Ann Snyder, 32 John Talignani, 74 Honor Elizabeth Wainio, 27 Deborah Jacobs Welsh, 49
Day will Come!
Vazha-Pshavela (1861-1915) - a classic of the Georgian literature - was born in a small village Chargali (Pshavi mountainous province in Eastern Georgia) in a family of clergyman. He was a Georgian thinker, poet and writer. Vazha-Pshavela wrote most of his verses, poems and stories in the vicinity of his native village. His poems and narrative stories are widely translated into a number of languages (translations into English by Donald Rayfield, Venera Urushadze, Lela Jgerenaia, Nino Ramishvili, and others). This one is not quite as joyful as one would expect of someone who's been away for so long, but this is what I have chosen to translate this time, dear poets. I have added the video of a recital of this poem for those who would like to hear how it sounds in Georgian. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zix_Qsjhoq8
126 in 22 days
This is a poetical stand for those people who have taken their own lives in Ireland this year. If Ireland’s suicide rate keeps going at the same pace. Ireland will lose over 2000 people by the end of the year. Please don’t let happen. Make our government stand up and take notice of this epidemic before it is too late.
suffering
we are not well breast cancer has taken another my dear wife's daughter's life has ended ...Addie she lived thirty two years ...and never wasted a moment not even when the darker days threatened did she give up ...nor give an inch an
No Excuses
Sitting here not knowing. What I am to do next. I see the time has come. To move on and start growing. When I thought by now..... My life would be on the setting sun. But my work I guess is not done. I still feel the wonder of a child. And I
19 Fire Fighters - June 30, 2013
The saddness of the last two days is something I can't begin to describe. The details of this horrilbe and tradgic event are etched in my mind. I can't begin to understand what these families and the friends of these men are feeling. I wrote this poem, here and now and share it with heavy heart. I ask for your prayers also for these families. The unborn children who will never know their fathers. I ask for a moment of silence. A moment to reflect and find some gratitude from this day. Make an amends. Tell those you love that you love them. Life is short, precious and unpredictable. Blessed be.
~A last lost tear~
A write for the many who have lost great love in their life.
In Honor Of A Fallen Fellow Officer
This was written this morning and placed on my boss's desk to help bring him some comfort in the loss of one of our fellow deputies.
no title
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
Our daughters wedding day
I sit here as the tears stream down my face In two weeks our baby girl will take on a husband You won’t be here I know you will be watching with pride why did you have to go and die Our daughter will dance with our son Our son will be the
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.
The Arrow------villanelle
The arrow pierced his armour causing an open painful wound he had thought there would be glamour He lay waiting feeling amour as he saw a woman gowned The arrow pierced his armour His wound she did kindly cover to her spirit he's attuned
No Good War
In honor of Veteran's Day and all service personnel who sacrifice to nurture peace around the world.
In Cemetery of Love
I liked the poem, so decided to translate it from Russian. The author is Martha Georg - a modern poet writing in Russian and being published in Georgia.
My Ode to You
One year and still counting:-(
My Dearest Son.
Just loss
My Little Raindrops
Take Me Home To Jesus There I Will Be Found
Christmas won't be Christmas
Just feeling kind of down this time of year, since I lost my husband. Wasn't sure I wanted to post it, but just had to get my feelings out..
Do Poets Ever...
Sleep? Another sleepless night spent ruffling sheets & a poet's mind. Eyes swollen like sponges, head pounding from another night of sleep's betrayal. Do emotions fill every poet's mind when the sun sets? Do thoughts scream in ev
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.
A candle glowing in the dark
Tribute to those lost to me in last 2 years.
maybe if you'd open your EYES by ~free cee!~
THIS POEM WAS WRITTEN BECAUSE DAVID BERKOWITZ INSTRUCTED THAT I MUST
Tranquility
Just a poem that came to me while jogging down the beach a few minutes ago and I wanted to share with my brothers and sisters in poetry..Thank you for reading!
Fractured
Like an earthquake, tragedy and death hit without warning, but love too like life is precious and eternal as each day is so long and we remember those taken away from us will live on in our hearts.
Hero Worship & Mortality
Johnny Callison was a star right fielder for the generally hapless Philadelphia Phillies of the 1960's. As a baseball-crazed youngster, I idolized the gifted left-handed slugger. My trusty transistor radio was tuned in to all Phillie game broadcasts
Adrift for not, a thousand years
This flowed one night during a tough time in my life. Cheers all. :)
In the name of
I have changed the title as I felt it did not suit the poem and also the last 3 lines,, it fits much better now!
Avenged
She sat waiting content in her place Eyes moving like a pendulum Knowing soon he would enter her lair He should of heed her words not warning Now it would be she he face Town folks parting to give him way Smug he was thinking they cower to hi
And Then Some
Soul mates
falling prey to failure
should difficulty enter our lives, focus upon our selves...
Broken Heart
as hard as life is no matter how desperate you are to do this act must remember your heart will not be the only one broken your family will be too.