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.
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
To Despair
2009
if only
most of us have felt it...all will at some time.
Black Saturday - A Tribute
This poem is about the Black Saturday Victorian bushfires. I remember watching the news with tears as the fatalities rose every day. I was impressed with the effort that all of the country put in with donations and support.
Just Simpily Letting Go
Good bye my friend.
My Full Moon
This poem is about someone that will always have a place in my heart.
Do you know?
Dont know why I wrote this, must have felt like a ghost writer at the time eh!
Death: A portrait
Another one of three surprisingly dark meditations on life
The Specimen
Two parter! I'm sorry so many of my poems are divided, but the 3000 character limit is highly restrictive to my works!
Sad Awakening
Someone died in Ireland this week, I did'nt know him personally, but I thought of him and his family this morning,,, just felt like writing something. It brought back memories of when my mother died.
Until we meet again
I picked a rose from the garden, And I placed it in your hand, I touched your face, a last embrace, To help me understand, Then I said goodbye, a tear, a sigh, and I turned and walked away, And though you're gone, it won't be long, till we mee
My Ode to You
One year and still counting:-(
Senseless
About the total unacceptability of loss, grief and death. If it's important,live it. Words in italics by kate Bush.
Don't Even Bother
Just a short piece to share the importance of keeping in contact with people we love and know , written from a different point of view. We have so many ways of keeping in contact, years go by so quickly, don't let your next contact be at that person's Sunset Ceremony / Funeral.
Some People Say
I wrote this back in '98. After an infulental man in my life died. He was a tall proud man. "The Chief" Mr. W. Campbell.
Set you free
Today i will set you free All this time you've being with me Let your soul take to the sky Now its time to free my mind I carried you along just like a prayer All was silent but i knew you were there Like the tide you would come and go
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
I Never Got
I never got, to see the light of day. I never got, to breathe in the air. I never got, a chance to play. I never got, to stop and stare. At the beauty, that would of sourrounded me. I never got, a chance to just be. S.O.B.
Death
I think death answer all life"s questions
Calling the Dead
We speak their names into the sky, across the void we call out to them. We seek signs they have made it through- to give us a word, some hint of what happens when we die. They don't reply- just stand in the shadows and sha
The Poem With No Name
Peace and grace once ruled this place And an angel held open the door Now peace is dead, the angel has fled And grace is a hustling whore I am sorry to have taken up your time I was a poem that could never rhyme It's easy to forget me, just t
Cry Me A River
Not really a poem, actually lyrics to a song i wrote but thought i'd share them. Not about any particular event, just about sorrow and loss albeit though death or seperation or anything else that drags you down. Comments appreciated, thanks.
Scheduled Departure
This is one of several poems that I wrote after hearing about the death of Michael Jackson. It is dedicated to his memory! If you're a MJ fan, I hope you enjoy it.
Stranger
Speaks of the devastation many have to face and go through when they are in battle with different nations or hate crimes among themselves.
War Costs
Gray clouds on blue sky War traumas never do heal The sun always shines.
The fire
I lost two books of my writings,a chair,my drapes, and some carpet...
life.....
i wort it becouse i have been there in life and i'm still there.
lamplight testimony
this was a difficult write. It brought out quite a diversity of feelings; grief, hopelessness apprehensiveness, excitement, and hope. I love the dramatic properties it possesses. I love sad stories with happy endings. Death is not something to be feared.
.........WHY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!........................
Me just thinking to much.........
My Lost Loves.
What is there to say ? Grief is the worst emotion one can suffer. Only those who have suffered can understand.
Angel Tears
Needless causualties of war
9701
Its hard enough trying not to cry, but the tears burn right through my eyes. As this empty void becomes a deeper hole I begin to realize. That if I could just hold her tight, and tuck her in her bed at night. Keep her safe and warm and all her
In memory
In memory of my best man and good friend...I miss you
After?
There's a difficulty in the heart, associated with this kind of loss of freedom and lack of will to change. Unfortunately, as addictive and destructive as these relationships are, they are often the most troublesome, and are practically impossible to escape without some form of change in perspective on life as well as love.
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
IN DREAMS
my angel sabrina killed by a drunk driver . but never that never killed her spirit .
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
A late little note
Your love lived in every cell of mine Our souls and genes still intertwine loss of you nightmares crush my mind no peace from them I ever find When he scared you I felt your fear if he came you kept me near Protecting me from all his harm hi
Never Forever
I wrote this for my son Taison who was stillborn on 2/2/2006. He was full term with 23 days until he was due. My heart still aches so very much for him still, but he gives me a form of peace I've never experienced before. I love talking about him to anyone so I don't mind anyone asking. Thanks for reading.
Until Later Son
I wrote this for my sons funeral. Also the title is on his headstone.
Rotting Away
Tragic endings pile upon beautiful sunsets, Casting a gold glow over death, and cooking rancid corpses, while sending the proof of their demise into the breeze burdened day. Everything horrible was once wonderful, and has lost its once contained