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reguiny2006

A Sonnet to a young wife laid to rest.

Sadden breath awash with mournful sigh,
highlighting soft the hand-held Maiden's track,
a struggle felt within the tear bound eye,
as swift, those love-lane memories travel back,
sterile now, star spun smiles bright and bold,
to winter's destiny flown, without remorse or sorrow,
the faded rose thy warmth of hand did hold,
leaves but pompous prayers and pious hope to borrow,
thus the ides of winter furrow deep the brow,
whilst fiercer blows it's tormenting icy blast,
yet; love still breathes our eternal Spring somehow,
in constant cherished days, until I breathe my last,

Though short sweet this life e'er we're given,
will flower again, when joined we are in Heaven.
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Posted: Jul 2013
About this poem:
More than fifty years ago, whilst visiting the Louvre in Paris, I was emotional attracted to a painting of a young man laying his young wife in her grave, the very fact that the painting was in the Louvre merited the title of masterpiece, all the facets of emotion came pouring out of the canvas which has stayed with me ever since. So I share the emotion with you, albeit the words may be inadequate.
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andrew149

FOR SEAMUS........

Ahhh Seamus, the great hall is quiet now,
The ghosts have gone away,
Boasts and chants,
Sword and lance,
Of monsters and Beowolf,
Grindel and fiery dragon slain.
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Posted: Oct 2013
About this poem:
Seamus Heaney. Ireland's own poet laureate died 30th Aug 2013.....
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Beachman61

Lost no more

Walking on the sand...visions return like a lost ol' friend,
Let the sun bake me. Watch the dolphins play.
Another day missing you. Why do I stay?

Feeling the waves...visions return of younger, better days.
Let the sun bake me, Hear the laughter of kids.
Another day without you, and the things we did.

Hearing the surf...visions return. I know their worth.
Let the sun bake me. The seagulls scream.
Another day kissing you, in only a dream.

Seeing the blue...visions fill me. My wife is you.
Let the sun bake me. Rip carry me away.
No more days without you. Water lead my way.


©lsd
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Posted: Apr 2013
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ladyjewel

souls

So many souls take the road home every day,
So many go to rest at last in Gods arms.

Sometimes i imagine if you look up,
You will see a silver beam with balls of color,
Floating gently up, and being taken gently home.

It would be easier if it was easy to see,
But then, the meaning of each would be lost and pointless.

R.I.P., rest in peace, in your fathers arms once more.
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Posted: May 2013
About this poem:
For so many xx
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Pipin

Honey Trap

My life wire is swaying from side to side
Trying to keep myself above water
At times I am flying with the kite
- Only to drown again later

Sitting somewhere between the times
In the now and yesteryear
Life has not been easy minded on committed crimes
Since coming back from Middle East I have stayed clear

No more noises of the dead and decay
Just in my head like a parasite they stay

Days are done and gone of unbelievable inhumanity
but now existing I am merely for my own sanity

Soldiering on day in and day out
Trying to makes sense what life now is all about

Life goes on behind the daily mask
I portrait with laughter to the task

They told me C.P.T.S.D will be your friend second to none
Always be with you and never gone

Mirror, mirror on the wall
When you ready next again to fall?
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Posted: May 2013
About this poem:
C.P.T.S.D. Sufferers pen.
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madtat29

One last goodbye...

I just want you to know,
I'm letting go,
Yeah and a part of me died,
When you left my side,
Cause baby you were the world,
When you were my girl,
And now I'm all alone,
Without you to hold,
I just want you to know,
I loved you so,
Yeah baby I loved you so,
But now I'm letting you go...
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Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:
A sad melody...
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cafetwo2010

Insanity plea

I plead, ' Not guilty your honor cause
I was crazy when I shot that man..'
It was he who stole my rubber duck,
and I had to make my stand
My mommy gave me that rubber duck
and daddy sold me the gun
A security check was never needed cause
I'm just a loving son
The hospital said, ' the medication would
work, and that I'd probably do just fine
Funny how the laws these days were
written for the blind
O well, ' I guess I'll just stroll on home ,
no need to fear this man
Unless they mess with my rubber duck
Then I'd do it all again.
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Posted: May 2014
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orientalkoru

What matters.... Cafe's Challenge

NB: hope it's not too late cafe...

When garden-like Christchurch was made to tremble
Forced to go down on her knees t'was terrible
I listened to their cries of anguish and hopelessness
Watched fear and pain etched in faces I won't forget
At the end of the day... The things a man would utter
Are names of love ones , God and none other!

When my beautiful mother in law at 100 was about to go
The Book of Psalms chapter 23 she asked us to read through
"The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want......
though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil; For You are with me; " testament to her faith
Alone with her, I witnessed in her eyes she was someplace else
In her last dollop of strength, she smiled as her grip went away!

If I had just a day left In this world full of pain
I will smell the flowers, feel the rain
Bask in the lie-giving warmth of the sun
I will raise my voice, sing praises to my Lord
I will kiss my love ones' faces once more
Let them know by their's my life was blessed
But most of all I will hold the hand of my beloved
And thank him for the peaceful life he offered...
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Posted: Apr 2014
About this poem:
Only two things matter at the end of everyone's day: God and the people in our lives! I have seen atheists and agnostics pray nearing their passing away...and it made me wonder ....Life (the spirit that makes us human )must return to where it came from......
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zeeshanr

A Prison Evening

Each star a rung,
night comes down the spiral
staircase of the evening.
The breeze passes by so very close
as if someone just happened to speak of love.
In the courtyard,
the trees are absorbed refugees
embroidering maps of return on the sky.
On the roof,
the moon - lovingly, generously -
is turning the stars
into a dust of sheen.
From every corner, dark-green shadows,
in ripples, come towards me.
At any moment they may break over me,
like the waves of pain each time I remember
this separation from my lover.
This thought keeps consoling me:
though tyrants may command that lamps be smashed
in rooms where lovers are destined to meet,
they cannot snuff out the moon, so today,
nor tomorrow, no tyranny will succeed,
no poison of torture make me bitter,
if just one evening in prison
can be so strangely sweet,
if just one moment anywhere on this earth.
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Posted: Mar 2014
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adjhe

G. O. N. E

For you were the love of my life.
Many a years we stood by each others side.
Me loving to be there in your arms.
We were a family complete whole.
When you died i broke.
Our family fell apart.
The Lord was lost.
Alcohol consumed me.
Searching for a fill to my life.
Barely able to meet my needs
let alone my kids.
Finances unstable you found a way
to put me back together.
It has been a slow process
yet i have found my way back.
Two of my kids have found
there way back to GOD.
One is still lost searching
for what is gone.
Trying to fill the void with food.
Reaching out i try to help her.
Unable to do it on my own
i give it to GOD.
I rededicated my life to Him
asking Him to lead my steps.
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Posted: Mar 2014
About this poem:
my husbands death and loss after
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