R.I.P Shirley 16-07-08
today is the 3yr anniversary of my grandmother's passing so i wanted to share what I said at her funeral with you
Twelve month since you've gone
how time has past, since he went
Last Dying Breath
When you walked out you took the sun The moon and the stars with you You left an empty void where the screams Of my despair disappear into nothingness Again and again and again I call but There is no answer for you are gone I am only met with
I Hear
I hear the song of morning birds And wings I wish to spread To fly up high where troubles naught Are apt to pass you by I hear the song of a church choir Singing praises to the Lord My soul it lifts and soars aloft Like an eagle on the wing
pa pa barbara st. died 2009 7th of october .
Godour heavenly father oh Godand my father who is also in heaven maythe light of this flickiering candle illluminate my soul. papa can u hear me,papa can u hear me, papa can u help me not be so frightened. looking at the skies i seem to see a
pa pa barbara st. died 2009 7th of october .
This is about my father Michael Mulryan who died in a tragic accident in waterville co kerry ireland.Dadddy im crying.I told you in Dublin to be careful, pulled back ur baseball cap. you said you were drivering since u were twelve years old.I loove you. your daughter Elaine I was meant to die first remember.i put the baseball cap on you before they closed the casket i didn't make it to the funeral i guess i was selfish
Death
My best friend died and i was traumatized by it.
Had I But Taken Left Not Right
Sometimes taking the wrong direction can have disastrous outcomes
No Tears
I realise Bill has written a poignant poem, I just wanted to express how I and I know so many of you feel. Inhumanity has no bounds in morals or compassion, it is pure cowardice to me. I can say no more Rob xxxxxxxxxx
Centennial Park (I & II)
Fooling No-one You who come to Centennial Park To visit your dead and buried You weep and moan over tombstone so proud Is it because you're remembering You spend your thousands on monuments grand And strut around in pretence See ho
I'm Just a Carpenter
From a different point of view
YOUR STILL HERE
this was written for my dad,after the good Lord took him home.1998-RIP DAD.
love kills
this is a true account of two of my friends. I know it's true for she told it to me. he died at age 21. she suffered a mental breakdown and spent a couple of years in therapy. I saw her a few years later. she said that she was still riddled with guilt, deservedly or not, but that she was getting along alright. her demeanor had definitely changed from what it had been prior to this incident. he was a good friend. this was 37 years ago. I miss him very much.
Epitaph
Here I lay Dead and buried Wanted to stay But thrust was parried Sword went through My time had come Women pursue Hell bound become
Traveler
This is my own experiences. Our lives are like the travelers who are within our company only for certain period. After that we are bound to separate.The poem suggests that our mutuality, love, affection, closeness, hatred, aversion,abomination, all these are transitory. Time(death?!)does not allow perpetuity for anything whether they are physical or spiritual.
Death in the Fast Lane
Thankfully this one is not an actual event
SUFI POEM
Rumi, born in Afghanistan, lived and died in Turkey.
Death of her childhood
my daughter and I saying good by to dog.
betrayal.
written about a life-long friend who seduced,betrayed, and then abandoned me just to turn several mutual friends against me...to this day I still have no idea why.
THE DRAWER
Just a poem I wished to share with you ... many things in our house keep reminding us about our loss ... loss of parents is the heaviest ever ... when we are left alone, on our own in real and confront the perils of world with no backing of parents or in fact no backing at all.
Loss
My brother Gary who passed away MAY 8 and 9 2011 I feel it was the 8th but the coroner didn't pronounce him until the 9th.. To know more you can read Gary Lynn
RIDER'S SONG (one)
Impossible to translate "perfume de flor de Cuchillo" as "perfume of flower of knife". Flower means in spanish "Flower" or "best of" "the finest".
Robbing the grave
striving and you cant win
The Consequences of Drinking & Driving
this is about my uncle who died because he was drinking and driving. he didn't get to see me graduate highschool or college and he never did get to marry his fiance. i wrote it because i wanted to save heartache from happening to other people from losing a loved one to drinking and driving. i was feeling a lot of different emotions at the time i was sad because he was a really great uncle i was mad because he put his mother and his family through all this grief and it could have been prevented i was mad at him because he didn't have to get on his harley while drunk.
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.
another one
no sleep my mind spinning so much evil cross my vision got to change the way im living seems the worlds in ill condition i look at my daughter pray im a good father swimming in deep water thats gettin hotter an hotter at times its so
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
Blackened Graves
Blackened waters where you rest no more treasures pain inside your chest weeping waves will wither your name drink you silent within your grave Your lips veiled mute to breathe his name words unspoken kissed afar secrets soothe beneath the mi
RIDER'S SONG (ANOTHER)
I posted another translation of a Poem of the same author, with the same title.
The Cat
There on side of road Splattered far and wide Lays a poor gingery cat Not going home tonight And there in a house somewhere Tonight a child will sob Gone is their beloved pet No more to return
~~ Saying good bye ~~
Writing this to help the ones dealing with a final good bye....
Save a Minute
Down the highway she was speeding Like a demon bound for hell Kids are waiting, have to cook tea Hurry home to be with them Faster, faster, push the limit Shave a minute here and there Overtake in the last second I'm sure I'll make it past t
Tribute to Cheyenne
Written 8-17-11 for Rafter DS Ranch in Fossil, OR who raise Foundation Appaloosa horses. In memory of their 1st Appaloosa, and the foundation stallion of their herd, RIP Ulrich Cheyenne 5-1-1987-8-5-11
son of death (jim morisson in memoriam)
poets you're only a fraction..
FORGIVE ME, SISTER!
Things may sometimes be that bad. Sorry for damping your spirits at such an inconvenient time.
have a SEAT at THE righT HAnd oF My LORD
"no man is an island unto himself every man's death diminishes me"
the polish girl
lost summer memory..
gone so soon
My poem is about u really neva know wats going on
NOT TO FORGET YOU
All of us touched by death, leaving the heart guardian of precious memories.
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