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In the Quieter Moments
In the quieter moments I sometimes hear the whisper of your
gentle voice on the wind and I want to cry because I no longer
can hold you. I walk the spots we once shared and feel you there
and a tear falls because I can no longer see you smile. As I ride
down the roads we traveled together I reach back to touch you
and realize that I am painfully alone. When I am near the water I
hear you calling yet never are you found leaving me with but a
memory of your existence.
In the quieter moments I remember our love and lament in the
things that you needed to hear that I left unsaid. Never will I
forget that the one time I did not come in your time of need was
the time you needed me most. The torment of that memory will be
with me always as will our love and the things I left unsaid.
In the quieter moments, a tear falls as my heart cries quietly
while it remembers how much I love you.......
Ric
November 93
In loving memory of Shelley..... March 30/63 - Nov. 18/92
gentle voice on the wind and I want to cry because I no longer
can hold you. I walk the spots we once shared and feel you there
and a tear falls because I can no longer see you smile. As I ride
down the roads we traveled together I reach back to touch you
and realize that I am painfully alone. When I am near the water I
hear you calling yet never are you found leaving me with but a
memory of your existence.
In the quieter moments I remember our love and lament in the
things that you needed to hear that I left unsaid. Never will I
forget that the one time I did not come in your time of need was
the time you needed me most. The torment of that memory will be
with me always as will our love and the things I left unsaid.
In the quieter moments, a tear falls as my heart cries quietly
while it remembers how much I love you.......
Ric
November 93
In loving memory of Shelley..... March 30/63 - Nov. 18/92
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Posted: Jan 2010
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online today!In the paradise of my thoughts
And now the longing starts to grow,
Then slowly, by longing, I am consumed.
Feeling as if I'm dying from their loss,
I sense my soul fading, softly, into gloom.
In the paradise of my thoughts, I roam,
Gently carried away into their embrace.
As if I become weightless, I am flown,
Lost in the center, in that sacred space.
It seems to me, astonishing and grand,
I would not dare to hinder their flow.
Slowly, I begin to ascend and expand,
Through the paradise of thoughts, I go.
Now a traveler in realms unknown,
I seek to explore with a tender grace,
Places adorned by a longing tone,
Beloved by angels, in sacred space.
I lift my gaze to the sky above,
And witness a passing cloud's chore.
I realize I'm a traveler, guided by love,
Through many worlds, an explorer.
Then a weary thought does smother,
Forcing me out of that ethereal soar.
I shall return, just another,
Back to the earth, a mere mortal once more.
And now the longing starts to grow,
Then slowly, by longing, I am consumed.
Feeling as if I'm dying from their loss,
I sense my soul fading, softly, into gloom.
....................
Then slowly, by longing, I am consumed.
Feeling as if I'm dying from their loss,
I sense my soul fading, softly, into gloom.
In the paradise of my thoughts, I roam,
Gently carried away into their embrace.
As if I become weightless, I am flown,
Lost in the center, in that sacred space.
It seems to me, astonishing and grand,
I would not dare to hinder their flow.
Slowly, I begin to ascend and expand,
Through the paradise of thoughts, I go.
Now a traveler in realms unknown,
I seek to explore with a tender grace,
Places adorned by a longing tone,
Beloved by angels, in sacred space.
I lift my gaze to the sky above,
And witness a passing cloud's chore.
I realize I'm a traveler, guided by love,
Through many worlds, an explorer.
Then a weary thought does smother,
Forcing me out of that ethereal soar.
I shall return, just another,
Back to the earth, a mere mortal once more.
And now the longing starts to grow,
Then slowly, by longing, I am consumed.
Feeling as if I'm dying from their loss,
I sense my soul fading, softly, into gloom.
....................
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Posted: Apr 21
About this poem:
Originaly writen in Romanian word, but translated with the help o AI, i hope you will like it, thank you for your time
Homecoming (In memory of my dad)
His dimming eye
The shallowed breath, meets brow more furrowed, Eyes more wet. But he triumphant woke from sleep and walks with angels golden streets. Returned to mother father too as hallowed Son and Father wooed " Come sit and bathe, eternal light where ne're shall day return to night! " " No darkness here, no tragedy no sickness no calamity. " " It's as I promised, as you spoke to many without sight and hope. " And now my good and faithful son, your mission here on earth is done! Now rest! the battle hard was won. The race complete u set to run. And what of us? We must rejoice and join with your angelic voice in praise to God in heaven most high as shell in earth below resides.
06/12/2017
Wb. JS
The shallowed breath, meets brow more furrowed, Eyes more wet. But he triumphant woke from sleep and walks with angels golden streets. Returned to mother father too as hallowed Son and Father wooed " Come sit and bathe, eternal light where ne're shall day return to night! " " No darkness here, no tragedy no sickness no calamity. " " It's as I promised, as you spoke to many without sight and hope. " And now my good and faithful son, your mission here on earth is done! Now rest! the battle hard was won. The race complete u set to run. And what of us? We must rejoice and join with your angelic voice in praise to God in heaven most high as shell in earth below resides.
06/12/2017
Wb. JS
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Posted: Jun 2017
About this poem:
In loving memory of my father Kendrick Sharpe. Missionary, pastor of Antioch Missionary Baptist church. Who passed on the 11th day of June 2017, one day shy of his 53rd wedding anniversary. Love and miss u dad. Proud to be your son!
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 pedestals, so many victims lost to
Fear, lost to not being, silently screaming with
No one to hear,
No one can be all you want them to be, and
Their fear ends in their demise, they believed
And fell to the lies.
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 pedestals, so many victims lost to
Fear, lost to not being, silently screaming with
No one to hear,
No one can be all you want them to be, and
Their fear ends in their demise, they believed
And fell to the lies.
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Posted: Dec 2022
Post CommentLaunch Complex 34
Long ago,
the rockets roared.
from this place,
to Space above.
Now the pad lies empty and still,
"Abandon In Place" stenciled black
upon this place of dreams on high,
the echos still cross the night sky,
the voices heard "Ignition!" "Liftoff!"
although the speakers long left for
the Undiscovered Country,
and reached its shore.
Cold concrete and steel with a soul,
Of triumphs and tragedies long ago.
For Grissom, White, and Chaffee,
who never got to go.
Now the complex silent,
Except for the winds that sigh,
Somewhere the three are together,
Forever heroes on high.
the rockets roared.
from this place,
to Space above.
Now the pad lies empty and still,
"Abandon In Place" stenciled black
upon this place of dreams on high,
the echos still cross the night sky,
the voices heard "Ignition!" "Liftoff!"
although the speakers long left for
the Undiscovered Country,
and reached its shore.
Cold concrete and steel with a soul,
Of triumphs and tragedies long ago.
For Grissom, White, and Chaffee,
who never got to go.
Now the complex silent,
Except for the winds that sigh,
Somewhere the three are together,
Forever heroes on high.
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Posted: Jun 2022
About this poem:
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.
A journey we all eventually must take
Take care old fool cause nobody else wants to dig you out of your pool
Yes many will come to suggest a way some that may save the day
yet, it's still ultimately our choice of how we want to play
The old cliche ye can lead a horse to water but, can't make him drink
how often it makes us ponder and think
See how youth laughs and plays through all those lost and forgotten summer days
Now our eyes are old and dim and life is viewed in a haze
When we thought we couldn't wait to be cool and grown up now we sit in bed or chair hoping not to spill our cup
As we take our pills and eat the swill looking through the glass feeling like a stupid a**
Watching the world pass us by reflecting those moments of joy that made us cry
Even the sorrows seem to be a joyful sigh
The face we see counting the lines and scars though we wear them with honor under a crimson sky as we wipe the tears from our eyes.
Where is our reward but, to feel the reaper's sword as he prods us along that final path in the hope to reach the house of a mysterious lord
There are no promises in this life nor warranty implied to avoid the strife
Yet, we have choices and paths to walk and much idle talk
We may have had many loves and friends to comfort us along the way with many life's lessons, their value is never a waste for they are our guides and teachers in bringing us to ourselves
No matter how old we get or feel one thing is certain upon meeting the end of our time, mommy and daddy we cry for in leading us through the dark and uncertainty sublime
A journey we all must take alone though we are given the hope of a shepherd to lead us to his home.
Memories of our life may flash before us the good and bad alike those footprints in the sand we look for along the hike
We wonder who will be holding our hand when we reach our final stand
Will our folks and long lost friends be there to welcome us to a banquet that never ends?
One can only hope for such a meet
In the meantime let us pray that our lord will our soul he keeps
Yes many will come to suggest a way some that may save the day
yet, it's still ultimately our choice of how we want to play
The old cliche ye can lead a horse to water but, can't make him drink
how often it makes us ponder and think
See how youth laughs and plays through all those lost and forgotten summer days
Now our eyes are old and dim and life is viewed in a haze
When we thought we couldn't wait to be cool and grown up now we sit in bed or chair hoping not to spill our cup
As we take our pills and eat the swill looking through the glass feeling like a stupid a**
Watching the world pass us by reflecting those moments of joy that made us cry
Even the sorrows seem to be a joyful sigh
The face we see counting the lines and scars though we wear them with honor under a crimson sky as we wipe the tears from our eyes.
Where is our reward but, to feel the reaper's sword as he prods us along that final path in the hope to reach the house of a mysterious lord
There are no promises in this life nor warranty implied to avoid the strife
Yet, we have choices and paths to walk and much idle talk
We may have had many loves and friends to comfort us along the way with many life's lessons, their value is never a waste for they are our guides and teachers in bringing us to ourselves
No matter how old we get or feel one thing is certain upon meeting the end of our time, mommy and daddy we cry for in leading us through the dark and uncertainty sublime
A journey we all must take alone though we are given the hope of a shepherd to lead us to his home.
Memories of our life may flash before us the good and bad alike those footprints in the sand we look for along the hike
We wonder who will be holding our hand when we reach our final stand
Will our folks and long lost friends be there to welcome us to a banquet that never ends?
One can only hope for such a meet
In the meantime let us pray that our lord will our soul he keeps
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Posted: Oct 2022
About this poem:
For someone close I know who is close to leaving for her final journey.
Kelly's song
Kelly's song. I've been writing it for thirty-nine years long. I thought I had it all put together. Then came more stormy weather. Kelly's song survived the furious fight of day and night.
She and I will never say goodbye. With Kelly's song I have a tune to hum all day long. With that I can never go wrong. Listen to her song and you can sing and sway along.
"Kelly is a Whisper of an angel, a Kiss from all the Saints and brings Blessed Mother Mary to feel faint."
No child as loving there is not. Sister's intertwined by a Divine Love Knot. Kelly's song is played by church bells through out the land. So all will never forget. Music fills the air while humming Kelly's song plays all day long. Dove's dance and brush by singing their own version of the song.
Her blonde curls flow above the air. Her precious, baby face flashes everywhere. Her song is not only for me. It's a prayer for my aching parents will one day join in. And we can be a happy
family once again. Kelly's song is for her to hear up above. She is Missed and Loved.
She and I will never say goodbye. With Kelly's song I have a tune to hum all day long. With that I can never go wrong. Listen to her song and you can sing and sway along.
"Kelly is a Whisper of an angel, a Kiss from all the Saints and brings Blessed Mother Mary to feel faint."
No child as loving there is not. Sister's intertwined by a Divine Love Knot. Kelly's song is played by church bells through out the land. So all will never forget. Music fills the air while humming Kelly's song plays all day long. Dove's dance and brush by singing their own version of the song.
Her blonde curls flow above the air. Her precious, baby face flashes everywhere. Her song is not only for me. It's a prayer for my aching parents will one day join in. And we can be a happy
family once again. Kelly's song is for her to hear up above. She is Missed and Loved.
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Posted: Mar 2016
About this poem:
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.
The execution
My hands handcuffed behind me
I await my demise in this
Cold cell
Granted one last meal I hear
The slaming of a steel
Door
A key in my cell door and
In steps two guards
With blank expression
They stare silently at
The concrete wall as I
Chew away at my last
Steak and chase a bowl
Of peas with a plastic
Fork
I glance at the clock on
The wall.. 11:15 am
I chose electrocution as
The method of punishment
And I could feel the chill
Of this cold prison on
My shaven head
The words of the judge
Echoed through my
Mind..
"Murderer, Sentenced
To death!"
The priest entered my
Cell and uttered words
For the salvation of
My wretched soul, kissed
The cross then quietly
Left the cell
The guards slowly walked
Me down the long corridor
Towards the execution
Chamber
The switch would be thrown
At 12:00 pm
"An eye for an eye kept
Running through my
Head"
They strapped me to a
Wooden chair as a dozen
Officials sat gawking behind
A glass enclosure
A muffled voice shouted
From behind the thick
Glass
"Burn in hell!"
A sponge soaked with
Water streamed down my
Face yet I was unrepentant
I spit in a guards face and
Screamed out. " I'll kill you
All!"
They flipped the switch and
The prison lights flickered
My body convulsed and in
Moments I slumped over
A lifeless excuse for a
Human being
Such is the life of
A murderer..
Cafe
I await my demise in this
Cold cell
Granted one last meal I hear
The slaming of a steel
Door
A key in my cell door and
In steps two guards
With blank expression
They stare silently at
The concrete wall as I
Chew away at my last
Steak and chase a bowl
Of peas with a plastic
Fork
I glance at the clock on
The wall.. 11:15 am
I chose electrocution as
The method of punishment
And I could feel the chill
Of this cold prison on
My shaven head
The words of the judge
Echoed through my
Mind..
"Murderer, Sentenced
To death!"
The priest entered my
Cell and uttered words
For the salvation of
My wretched soul, kissed
The cross then quietly
Left the cell
The guards slowly walked
Me down the long corridor
Towards the execution
Chamber
The switch would be thrown
At 12:00 pm
"An eye for an eye kept
Running through my
Head"
They strapped me to a
Wooden chair as a dozen
Officials sat gawking behind
A glass enclosure
A muffled voice shouted
From behind the thick
Glass
"Burn in hell!"
A sponge soaked with
Water streamed down my
Face yet I was unrepentant
I spit in a guards face and
Screamed out. " I'll kill you
All!"
They flipped the switch and
The prison lights flickered
My body convulsed and in
Moments I slumped over
A lifeless excuse for a
Human being
Such is the life of
A murderer..
Cafe
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Posted: Dec 2016
About this poem:
Wow! I had to check outside my bedroom window tomake sure the cops weren't coming for me!
And don't any of you ladies start acting up or you'll
get the same thing. Lol.
But we do grant you one last meal of your choosing,
if you're slated for execution. So what will it be?
Chili dog, caviar, Mac & cheese, or buttered biskets
served with Cafe tea?
ps.. Can I have your stereo and coin collection? Just
asking. Lol.
126 in 22 days
We dial the numbers
The phone on the other end dose not ring
We shout out aloud
Our voices like whispers fall on deaf ears
We are vulnerable and alone
Isolated by our thoughts and our fears
We feel we have no other options
We go through the list
Pull the trigger of the gun
Empty the contents of prescription bottle all in one
The slash of the wrist
To jump with a rope around our neck
So, we fall prey to the hangman’s fatal twist
Maybe we will step out in front of a bus or car
Or the express train we see coming from afar
We dial the number but hands do not move
We shout out but we are alone so our words remain unspoken
We have carried this thought for so long
We believe we are broken
Now some one must find us
The news they must share
For ever haunted by the memories
Of the lifeless body, they found lying there
The clay on the coffin
The spark of the flame
This does nothing to stop our loved one’s self-blame
We don’t hear the cry’s
The whispered I love you
The wondering why
We don’t see the impact on lives
How are loved ones this date is now set to one side
On this date for the rest of their lives
They will always remember the suicide
The phone on the other end dose not ring
We shout out aloud
Our voices like whispers fall on deaf ears
We are vulnerable and alone
Isolated by our thoughts and our fears
We feel we have no other options
We go through the list
Pull the trigger of the gun
Empty the contents of prescription bottle all in one
The slash of the wrist
To jump with a rope around our neck
So, we fall prey to the hangman’s fatal twist
Maybe we will step out in front of a bus or car
Or the express train we see coming from afar
We dial the number but hands do not move
We shout out but we are alone so our words remain unspoken
We have carried this thought for so long
We believe we are broken
Now some one must find us
The news they must share
For ever haunted by the memories
Of the lifeless body, they found lying there
The clay on the coffin
The spark of the flame
This does nothing to stop our loved one’s self-blame
We don’t hear the cry’s
The whispered I love you
The wondering why
We don’t see the impact on lives
How are loved ones this date is now set to one side
On this date for the rest of their lives
They will always remember the suicide
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Posted: Jan 2017
About this poem:
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.
Knowing Right From Wrong
It's the pain laced cold reality check
crashing winds hurricane blowing
the tail end landing with news processed
Suffering human rights ignored pains
through prides green eyes
a legion filled with envy
money signs the pact
Your a joke monster of a devil
whom mocks and violates this earthly gift
who armed Isis
Or any other of these so called rebel groups
world terrorists are to blame bullies
for such deadly sins taking life's of your fathers sons
They will curse you
to hell and back forever
the damned armed
with the devils tools
destruction of humanity creeps closer
Crawling dark matter
from the dirty underworld
dead bones rise
scattering ash burns to dust
Blood of our brothers and sisters spill
upon grounds seeking peace
sins with their poisonous greed
Oil is now the dark matter reaping souls
without Divine mercy kills with hate
His judgement comes on the final day
they hide in the mountains of who they are
Claiming to be something
they are not humane
begs the question inside truth
World dominating powers invade
with bombs to dominate and destroy a world's grace
Doomsday is there no end
to your horrid need for suffering
Your games Satan faceless entity
hiding in the shadows
a snake turns against God's seals
without spine dark matter
Think human morals out seriously
They have gone upside down deciding fate
our future generations life children cry
in the drop of a hat inside core
Out of this world
tilting balance towards revelations
trial of life
we see answers unfolding
blinded no more by falseness
good against evil begins the battle
I believe in faith
a great source
holding power over hate
so my prayers are for peace
dove of an angel sings the joy
with love and understanding
the book of good conduct
God blesses all those afflicted deeply
crashing winds hurricane blowing
the tail end landing with news processed
Suffering human rights ignored pains
through prides green eyes
a legion filled with envy
money signs the pact
Your a joke monster of a devil
whom mocks and violates this earthly gift
who armed Isis
Or any other of these so called rebel groups
world terrorists are to blame bullies
for such deadly sins taking life's of your fathers sons
They will curse you
to hell and back forever
the damned armed
with the devils tools
destruction of humanity creeps closer
Crawling dark matter
from the dirty underworld
dead bones rise
scattering ash burns to dust
Blood of our brothers and sisters spill
upon grounds seeking peace
sins with their poisonous greed
Oil is now the dark matter reaping souls
without Divine mercy kills with hate
His judgement comes on the final day
they hide in the mountains of who they are
Claiming to be something
they are not humane
begs the question inside truth
World dominating powers invade
with bombs to dominate and destroy a world's grace
Doomsday is there no end
to your horrid need for suffering
Your games Satan faceless entity
hiding in the shadows
a snake turns against God's seals
without spine dark matter
Think human morals out seriously
They have gone upside down deciding fate
our future generations life children cry
in the drop of a hat inside core
Out of this world
tilting balance towards revelations
trial of life
we see answers unfolding
blinded no more by falseness
good against evil begins the battle
I believe in faith
a great source
holding power over hate
so my prayers are for peace
dove of an angel sings the joy
with love and understanding
the book of good conduct
God blesses all those afflicted deeply
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Posted: Nov 2015
About this poem:
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