Last Edited Loss / Death Poems (30)

I sit here as the tears stream down my face
In two weeks our baby girl will take on a husband
You won’t be here
I know you will be watching with pride
why did you have to go and die
Our daughter will dance with our son
Our son will be the one to give her away
Oh how my head does sway

On this special
You will be on our minds
And in our hearts .
I will wear my my wedding ring on our daughters wedding day
So that I may feel close to you.
When I close my eyes tightly
I can see you dancing with our daughter
On her wedding day.

You are greatly loved
And greatly missed .

1. To all Americans and Foreigners
that had experienced U.S. Police Officers
stealing your own personal property from you
that went back starting too many decades ago,
and there was no proof of evidence
of criminal activity.
Write a book about it.

2. To you foreign-American diesel truck drivers
that had all your hard earned money
stolen from you by a Florida Highway Police Offices.
If you have proof of evidence of it
write a book about it.

3. Crooked High Way state patrol police officers
had been known decades ago for planting
drugs on the general public just to build a court case
against people.
If you have proof of evidence of it
write a book about it.

4. Don't be afraid to continue to live your hopes
and dreams if you live in America.
They have a Law Against Racism in China
and a law against stealing.
No country is as safe as Japan as what their internet web page said.



5. For you citizens foreign and American in the U.S.
if you have proof of evidence of what U.S. Policers Officers
had done you wrong in other words if you have
proof of evidence of Police Officers Mis-Conduct.
Write a book about it.

6. In the United States we have too many racist police officers
and too many racist judges that will side with
these racist police officers.
Something like this you should email your local news station.
Not just one but all of them.
Only if U have proof of evidence.
Write a book about it.

7. In past accounts here in the United States
I had experienced Chinese and Japanese
and others nations of peoples
complain to me about Nazi-Ku-Klux-Klan
Police Officers.
Nazi-Ku-Klux-Klan Racism are the main headers
and guiders of all racism being started and kept
alive in the U.S.



Foreign People have a way of either softening or hardening
the heart of their governments either for or to go against the
United States.
This will take time as their foreign-countries collect U.S.A.
news paper articles that show real proof of evidence.
Racism done to any people is a crime in and of itself.
U.S. Racist Police Officers Using black Americans and Muslims
as their target practice is wrong to.




The Nazi-Ku-Klux-Klan FBI Kills Muslim Leader
years ago.
This is a very fast way to break a peace with other nations
United States!



Lots of our Muslim Neighbors are flocking more to China
instead of the U.S.A.

United States you had better be careful China and Japan
are gaining more nations little by little
to join their Military Super Power.
Outside of the U.S.A. to racism in any form
that ranges from A to Z isn't welcome to their countries.
China already has the Taliban and Islam.

As alcohol impairs a persons judgement to operate
a motor vehicle so does Hitler Racism impairs a police
officers judgement to operate his commonsense in his mind.

How do I describe such a man?

Bob, you were kind,
(And cared little for money).

Bob, you had a terrific sense of humor,
(But it was never nasty).

Bob, you saw the World as absurd,
(And insisted that I did too).

Bob, you loved horses,
(And knew that I did as well).
We both loved a bet on the races.

Bob, you loved a beer,
(And I often had one with you).

Bob, when I first met you,
You were the first local
To make me feel welcome.
(That was sixteen years ago).

Bob, you knew that I was a womaniser
(But you accepted me for who I am).

Bob, you loved woman
(But often you would hide it).

Bob, you told me of the dangers of drink,
(Yet admitted that it served a purpose).

Growing up in the 1930's
In Balmain*,
When it was a slum;
During the Great Depression.

Helping to unload trucks,
When you were twelve years old;
So that your ten siblings
Would have something to eat;-
You were already a Man.

You never got a proper education,
Though you were not bitter about it;-
(It takes a Great Man, to be like this).

Bob, you were my teacher;-
And you were my guide.
(And I learned much from you).

You were on my "wavelength"
And you were a selfless man.

You were truly unique;-
(And saw the great humor in monkeys).
You knew completely, that they are our relatives,-
(And that one branch were our lineal ancestors).

The World may not have seen you as much;-
Because you were old (And cared little for money).

You didn't care,
What anyone thought.

Your mind was sharp
To the "end".

You laughed at life,
All the way through;-
For eighty-seven years,
(You even cracked jokes, on your deathbed).

Bob, to the best mate,
I've ever had.

You were my mate,
And I'll miss you.**


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Mom, you left this vile world on Oct. 4, 2008
the utter cruelty of your passing I'll always hate
for a moment every day I cry for you inside
when you exhausted your last breathe I too died

Crushing emptiness since you left mother dear
love and thoughts of you could never disappear
Gatherings minus you lacks meaning like before
honestly they aren't looked forward to anymore

Mom I hope you forgave any hurt I caused you
inducing pain one thing I'd never purposely do
Most important was showing how deeply I cared
forever cherishing every single moment we shared

Love for you stronger than any words could convey
sorry if I made you doubt that for even a day
Saying "I hope I die before you" wasn't being insane
losing you brings to fruition my most undesirable pain

I knew your spouse induced unhappiness for years
your sadness I couldn't ease kept my soul in tears
You weren't just mom you were my only friend
hopeful we'll reunite after my life reaches its end

It was a gorgeous sunny day ...

On the day you passed away.

Suddenly, the day didn’t seem so nice anymore ...

I was feeling so hurt, down to my very core.

Since then I’ve thought of you, day in and day out ...

I just miss you so deeply, without a doubt.

There was a certain song playing on the day you died ...

The last time I heard that song, I broke down and cried.

I put more pictures of you on my wall to view ...

Sometimes it helps just to be able to look at you.

Other times the pictures make me feel sad ...

But the one with us laughing makes me feel glad.

This moshpit of memories, it gnaws at the soul,
the acid tears pour, again hurt by the cold.
Powerless to silence your memory that I now endure,
to forsake this ghost of brotherhood, to suffer nevermore.

This ghoulish prison, a prison of the mind,
it leaves me wanting, begging to know why.
Why show me no mercy? Why'd you choose to die?
Why haunt me with memories without a goodbye?

Why?

Eyes swelling
becoming tearful
spilling over
tear drops fall.

Words failing
lips open
unable to speak
emotions choking.

Hands tremble
fingers entwined
clenching the hand
that clings to mine.

Door open
light has entered
darkness closing
hold me I'm scared.

Angels calling
last breath I cry
door closing
I whisper goodbye.

Why did you go
You left me all alone
My heart is shattered to pieces
I love you so
I raised you like you were my own
How am I supposed to live without you
I can’t think clearly
My brain in a frozen fog
You are missed greatly
You my dear little brother you forever are my best friend
There will never be another
My body aches
My head so heavy
I shed tears for us all day and night
I hope to sleep tonight
We know that will never happen
I watched you go
We were sitting there talking and
Then God came to take you home
My heart beats slow
My head hangs low
I walk through life feeling stabbing pains
I miss and love you so much
XXX

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 distant song, someone
sung, but the "old man" was really young,

Who I thought was old, was 53, nearly ten years younger than me,
today!

I feel his spirit nearly every day, he helps me, shows me, leads me
on my way.

He does!

Tomorrow will always come after today ends
Tomorrow WILL be with or without you or me

Today is where we are at right now
No guarantee of tomorrow, no how

So its strange to me and strange to see
Such importance placed on what may never be.

All there is...is now, mother, father, daughter and son
Be united as one, no second chance to start anew

The time is now, for me and you.