If only
If I could be given a moment more And render you to life and restore The time missed out and the love lost Could I ask you to pay such cost? Would I want the angels to spring your release And steal away your heavenly peace Would I want for
A poem for Robin Williams
A Poem for Robin Williams Robin you always made me Laugh and cry at the same time I laughed so hard sometimes my sides ached and tears ran You gave me everything and more, while always wanting more I cry now because youve gone and left a painfu
FUR CRAIG: A LEAF IN AUTUMN
I lost my best mate who was with me since High School. He passed away nearly twenty years ago.
TILL WE MEET AGAIN
You were there when my first tear fell You held me and I knew you’d always be there When I took my first step You caught me I said my first word Your joyful smile filled your eyes Everyone knew my first word I learned the world’s ways I
Timpul Lui Sageata (Time's Arrow)
I lost my cat my cat a month ago and finally I wrote him a homage. Life is fleeting in our world but our memory remains our companion through time.
Soul
Watched my brother-in-law pass away.
A Simple Rose
This Poem is about a Simple Rose that begins to slowly die from lack of water and light.......
The Only Thing To Touch
to have a line be nude of a person to have a sky lifted is the only thing loss equals the shape of evenings the sadness of rooms and time to be felt is the only thing to touch.
Scratches
I eat the letters you send. Good mother, god or ghost of a word, I am coiled around your tongue like a fetus. I am happy there. The doctor said I need to wean myself from you. His pills shuffled me into a nod, which broke open, And I couldn
Letter to Mum
I write a poem to my mum and Dad each year on their birthdays and the anniversary of their deaths
It's just like that
"You gotta make your own way In this world, said the father To the son" The son sneered, "Oh, it's like That?" "Yeah, said the father, it's Just like that." "You gotta be a father to your Children, mother said to son." Laughing, said the so
A BROKEN DREAM.
This poem was written in memory of my wife, who passed away on 16th January, 2007. Actually, the poem came to me while she was still alive and I asked myself a question___ What if she was not with me? All the experiences described in the poem are all real life instances.....like me waking up in the middle of the night and emotions I began to feel at that moment.
Angel of death
World end.
She IS Beautiful!
Georgia was very young teenager and died last week of cancer, she was such an on to it young lady and only wanted the best for all. No holes barred she said what she did, Georgia lived down the road from where I live. I will go on Saturday to meet her parents. Never meet them before. But I will. Having farms down the road could be quite a long way away. "Who cares" Me For Georgia!
Departure
You, on that day of threshing, spoke of your requirements: to be upbraided, to be unloosed from these blue garments. I recall you sobbing, in twilight, in the upper garden… Hush now, listen to me: you have touched a patch of wet clover s
He Talked to Trees
I wrote this poem after my husband passed away.....
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..
Lost souls
In body and soul You where here Taken from us Now your gone Are tears flowed Hearts broken I carried your box to heavens gate The doors opened they let you in Are kind dear mother Now your gone We carry you in are hearts And are s
THE FIELD
This was ghost written one night ,I've never been in a war but whoever wrote this through me has . I awoke and was compelled to write it which took 5 minutes in the morning not a word was changed .So i leave it to you to believe or not !!
Kiwi Loss
Written in sympathy for the 50 who were mercilessly gunned down and for their friends, families and fellow New Zealanders who suffer these overwhelming losses. Such terrorist acts are an attack against all who hold peace and each other within loving hearts. May our communities find or construct avenues to reclaim civility and health.
PEACE
Sad reflection of our world
The Last Call
Behind the black curtain She sits in a chair Waiting for her name to be called As she sits and waits night time falls the halls have been cleared the walls all bare How long has it been Since somebody has been here Her once beautiful
HAUNTING SEARCH
Different to the types of subjects I normally write about. Up late one night ...
SITTING IN MY DECKCHAIR (2)
I viewed the world's life With my own, with untold strife Full of joys and pain both We are in unison, betrothed Neither could put wrongs right So we sit and ponder into the night We can't go our separate ways So here we sit
Mirage
It happened to me few days ago while keeping in hand a frosty glass of wine...a real feeling my father was near me....................................................
the fall from grace
When CS becomes too real
City Reality
Busy day in a busy city and it just came to me.
Ahmaud Arbery
Travis McMicheal sentenced to life no parole Gregory McMicheal: life no parole William Bryan: life w parole after 30yrs RIP Ahmaud.
Where is your love , God?
no need to explain.. I guess...just my feelings.
If ever… (written in 2016, revised in 2022)
For my brother....
Im
I wanted a room with a view Im here and Im you I came from before Im here forevermore I told you who you are Im here never far I know you cannot see Im you and you are me I know you dont know Im here to help you grow I know its a
PROLUTION
“In the future, all parts of the body and brain,” the professor beamed at his rapt audience “will be replaceable.” “PROMAN will pursue his ever-adjustable programs forever. He will affix to and discard from his body, as required, all th
The Old Man!
The old man left our house, took my car and drove away, I was twenty one, I remember to this day, There was no goodbye, there was no adieu, there was never, we'll never see you, again, And life went on, with someone gone, like a dis
Questions , just questions, answer's to follow!
What will you do when the doing is done?, what will you do when the race is won? who will you be?, what will you see,,... ......eternity?
Games and life!
Such games prevail, but sadness reigns, the Show must go on, be what they want you to be, And then, finally you see, too late, it’s over, Oh such games we play, humanity is where it is, Honesty and integrity, so many have failed, So many pedesta
Launch Complex 34
On January 27, 1967, NASA astronauts Virgil I. Grissom, Edward H. White, II, and Roger B. Chaffee were aboard an Apollo spacecraft and Saturn IB rocket for what was supposed to be routine ground testing of the systems. America was heading for the Moon, and all-up testing was designed to ensure spacecraft functions, the Launch Control Center, and other critical pieces required to get to the Moon. The test was considered non-hazardous. A 100% oxygen-fed fire ignited in their Command Module, and all three perished in just a few minutes as launch pad personnel desperately tried to open the multi-layered hatch which was designed to be hard to remove to preserve spacecraft hull integrity. Others tried to fight the fire while rescue crews arrived, but it was to no avail. Launch Complex 34 was decommissioned after the manned Apollo 7 launch, and the launch platform left as part of a memorial to the astronauts. In honor of their lost lives, NASA also deemed that the astronauts should be forever honored by honoring their crew name of Apollo 1, which would have been the first manned Earth-orbit flight for the Command and Service Modules. Their official mission patch is black-bordered in publicity photos of the men taken before their deaths, rather than do afterwards in memoriam. Some 55 years after their deaths, the LC-34 platform still stands, with two plaques honoring the men attached to the platform legs, as well as additional memorial information added to the site.
Same old story!
A Winter's day in Summer, A Summer's day in Winter, A promise kept, A promise broken, A pact un-kept, A love unspoken, Different days, and different ways, Different eyes and different lies, Different you and different me, Different times
The Parade
I have been to three parades so far this year. I may see three more this year yet.
Going Under
Even in death... you still hold on
Wading the Waters of Lethe
Little is noticed, less remembered. Not completely written down, and cut at the templates. What is not burned is wholly lost but for the mention in another's fragment, which is edited in the compilation and lied about in the quotation.
“Suffer the little children to come unto me..”Matt.:19-14
I know it’s late but I had to say something. I hear responsible gun owners and the majority of Americans want gun legislation that prevents this daily occurrence. Lawmakers must do better. Were it their own kids dying they would do something Yesterday! Inflation, the economy are important but people are dying senselessly. This cannot be ignored!
SHE
An ode to my Mother.