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Ode to Davina
DEATH is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am I, and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other, that we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy
way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone, wear no forced air of
solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed
together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was,
let it be spoken without effect, without the shadow of a
ghost in it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as
it ever was; there is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near,
just around the corner.....
All is well.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am I, and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other, that we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy
way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone, wear no forced air of
solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed
together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was,
let it be spoken without effect, without the shadow of a
ghost in it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as
it ever was; there is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near,
just around the corner.....
All is well.
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Posted: Apr 2017
About this poem:
This is a Fond Rememberance of my dear Mother Davina Yvonne who died at home on April 13, 1998. Aged 76 years. Davina the loving Mother of Susan, Carol and Tom.
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.
19
Four bowed heads said it all.
In hastily-bought suits and puffy eyelids.
Their young dreams shattered and torn.
Mid-term break fun destroyed by three words.
Olan is dead.
That can't be true, I was with him last night
Words said defiantly, but with dread in the eye.
Facebook page filled with sweet messages, tears, love.
Now in red-rimmed prayer, unbelieving yet knowing
Nineteen is just too young.
In hastily-bought suits and puffy eyelids.
Their young dreams shattered and torn.
Mid-term break fun destroyed by three words.
Olan is dead.
That can't be true, I was with him last night
Words said defiantly, but with dread in the eye.
Facebook page filled with sweet messages, tears, love.
Now in red-rimmed prayer, unbelieving yet knowing
Nineteen is just too young.
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Posted: Oct 2015
About this poem:
I wrote this having just been to the funeral of a young man.He was in first year of college, working a part-time job during mid-term, and was killed in an accident there.
The church was filled to capacity,but it was four young men near the coffin caught my eye, in their silent anguish.
Time of reflection - Death of a Innocent
I went to a party, Mom
I remembered what you said
you told me not to drink, Mom
so I drank soda instead
I really felt proud inside, Mom
the way you said I would
I didn't drink and drive, Mom
even though the others said I should
I know I did the right thing, Mom
I know you are always right
now the party is finally ending, Mom
as everyone is driving out of sight
as I got into my car, Mom
I knew I'd get home in one piece
because of the way you raised me
so responsible and sweet
I started to drive away, Mom
but as I pulled out into the road
the other car didn't see me, Mom
and hit me like a load
as I lay there on the pavement, Mom
I hear the policeman say
"The other guy is drunk," Mom
and now I’m the one who will pay
I'm lying here dying, Mom...
I wish you'd get here soon
how could this happen to me, Mom?
My life just burst like a balloon
there is blood all around me, Mom
and most of it is mine
I hear the medic say, Mom
I’ll die in a short time
I just wanted to tell you, Mom
I swear I didn't drink
it was the others, Mom
the others didn’t think
he was probably at the same party as I
the only difference is, he drank
and I will die
why do people drink, Mom?
It can ruin your whole life
I'm feeling sharp pains now
pains just like a knife
the guy who hit me is walking, Mom
and I don't think it's fair
I'm lying here dying
and all he can do is stare
tell my brother not to cry, Mom
tell Daddy to be brave
and when I go to heaven, Mom
put “Daddy’s Girl” on my grave
someone should have told him, Mom
not to drink and drive
if only they had told him, Mom
I would still be alive
my breath is getting shorter, Mom
I'm becoming very scared
please don't cry for me, Mom
when I needed you,
you were always there
I have one last question, Mom
before I say good bye
I didn't drink and drive
so why am I the one to die?
~anonymous~
I remembered what you said
you told me not to drink, Mom
so I drank soda instead
I really felt proud inside, Mom
the way you said I would
I didn't drink and drive, Mom
even though the others said I should
I know I did the right thing, Mom
I know you are always right
now the party is finally ending, Mom
as everyone is driving out of sight
as I got into my car, Mom
I knew I'd get home in one piece
because of the way you raised me
so responsible and sweet
I started to drive away, Mom
but as I pulled out into the road
the other car didn't see me, Mom
and hit me like a load
as I lay there on the pavement, Mom
I hear the policeman say
"The other guy is drunk," Mom
and now I’m the one who will pay
I'm lying here dying, Mom...
I wish you'd get here soon
how could this happen to me, Mom?
My life just burst like a balloon
there is blood all around me, Mom
and most of it is mine
I hear the medic say, Mom
I’ll die in a short time
I just wanted to tell you, Mom
I swear I didn't drink
it was the others, Mom
the others didn’t think
he was probably at the same party as I
the only difference is, he drank
and I will die
why do people drink, Mom?
It can ruin your whole life
I'm feeling sharp pains now
pains just like a knife
the guy who hit me is walking, Mom
and I don't think it's fair
I'm lying here dying
and all he can do is stare
tell my brother not to cry, Mom
tell Daddy to be brave
and when I go to heaven, Mom
put “Daddy’s Girl” on my grave
someone should have told him, Mom
not to drink and drive
if only they had told him, Mom
I would still be alive
my breath is getting shorter, Mom
I'm becoming very scared
please don't cry for me, Mom
when I needed you,
you were always there
I have one last question, Mom
before I say good bye
I didn't drink and drive
so why am I the one to die?
~anonymous~
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Posted: Jan 2017
About this poem:
It's not from meIt just has to go around the world ...
to Steve
I so distain the face of death
As it presents it's inglorious
Corspe of finality
It taunts me in it's mockery
Of every loving thing
Death placed it's mask
Upon your lifeless face
And stold you from the
Land of the living
On that cold December
Morning death painted
It's mastepiece upon
Your broken heart
A portrait sadder than
The eyes of sorrow
But some day I will
See you again my friend
When death is swallowed
Up by life
Cafe
As it presents it's inglorious
Corspe of finality
It taunts me in it's mockery
Of every loving thing
Death placed it's mask
Upon your lifeless face
And stold you from the
Land of the living
On that cold December
Morning death painted
It's mastepiece upon
Your broken heart
A portrait sadder than
The eyes of sorrow
But some day I will
See you again my friend
When death is swallowed
Up by life
Cafe
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Posted: Dec 2016
About this poem:
December 14th, Wednesday, 2016, I found my roommate dead on the livingroom couch. He was my buddy. He took a morphine
overdose. His name is Steve Smith. He was in a bad
motorcycle accident some years back which messed
him up badly. He showed up at our place with nothing
more than a trash bag full of clothes and a cell phone.
I never keep my bedroom door locked so these guys
down on their luck would be forever knocking on my
door. I'm a magnet for the down trodden, and I'd make
Steve coffee every morning as we watched the morning
news. He snored loudly every night usually waking me
up. He was snoring like that at 11:00 Tuesday night.
Next morning I came downstairs and another roommate
had already called 911. I asked, "What's going on?" "He's
dead replied my roommate."
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.
The Kind of World We Live in
You do not know – I would have built a paradise
For you to dwell in – had a paradise in heart.
I could have lavished it on you if you had let me,
If you had chosen love instead of taking life.
The trouble is that people are alone on earth,
“Is there any living soul?” – knight-errant calls
Alone in field, and as in legendary hero’s woe
Same call of ours gets no response at all.
They say, the sun gives life to universe,
But as it rises, doesn’t sun look spent?!
All things are dead, the dead lie everywhere,
Just solitary people - all in silence clad,
The kind of world we live in – all regrets.
For you to dwell in – had a paradise in heart.
I could have lavished it on you if you had let me,
If you had chosen love instead of taking life.
The trouble is that people are alone on earth,
“Is there any living soul?” – knight-errant calls
Alone in field, and as in legendary hero’s woe
Same call of ours gets no response at all.
They say, the sun gives life to universe,
But as it rises, doesn’t sun look spent?!
All things are dead, the dead lie everywhere,
Just solitary people - all in silence clad,
The kind of world we live in – all regrets.
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Posted: Sep 2011
About this poem:
A poetic rendition of the last paragraph of “A Meek One” (A Fantastic Story) by Fyodor Dostoyevsky.Sitting by his wife’s coffin late at night the hero of story is lamenting the death of his wife who had committed suicide for which he is solely to blame. When it dawned upon him that he had made a mess of his marriage it was already too late – no time for making amends and restoring lost confidence. She had suffered enough to come to hate life and made up her mind already. He is left alone with bitter regrets – regrets and loneliness are going to be his sole companions from now on - all through his fault. “ ’People, love one another’ – who said that? Whose commandment is it? The pendulum is clicking unfeelingly, horridly. It’s two in the morning... Now, seriously, they’ll take her away tomorrow, AND WHATEVER SHALL I DO?” – is the question that haunts him, eating him up.
Christmas without you
A tiny star flickerd in the sky
angels rejoiced, knowing it was time
they all gathered round,loved ones you once mourned
unto them,the eve you passed
an angel had been born.
It's like a dream i wish to wake from now
if only, someway .. somehow
what to see you there in your fireside chair
but it's no dream to waken from
for you are now, an angel mom.
We'll meet again such a time will be
for i have faith and much belief in me,
it's what keeps me going when you i always mourn
all this my sadness with come to pass
when i am the angel born.
Untill we meet again..
i shall be missing you always till then.
Remembering also the gentleman of the blogs that he was...
our friend, our darling Simmo..
angels rejoiced, knowing it was time
they all gathered round,loved ones you once mourned
unto them,the eve you passed
an angel had been born.
It's like a dream i wish to wake from now
if only, someway .. somehow
what to see you there in your fireside chair
but it's no dream to waken from
for you are now, an angel mom.
We'll meet again such a time will be
for i have faith and much belief in me,
it's what keeps me going when you i always mourn
all this my sadness with come to pass
when i am the angel born.
Untill we meet again..
i shall be missing you always till then.
Remembering also the gentleman of the blogs that he was...
our friend, our darling Simmo..
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Posted: Dec 2015
About this poem:
A poem written/dedicated to my beautiful mother who saddly passed away on me last year on christmas eve,..with a thought also for the late great Simmo.He Talked to Trees
Standing in the morning light gazing, dazing,
wondering what you are thinking….when my heart
is breaking…..
You gave me glimpses, but, you would rather talk
to trees to those who believed….
Strolling in purple fields laughing at the
wind, your twin….
Your spirit remains, contains in the end,
where you blend….whispering in the trees
that carry your breeze….
wondering what you are thinking….when my heart
is breaking…..
You gave me glimpses, but, you would rather talk
to trees to those who believed….
Strolling in purple fields laughing at the
wind, your twin….
Your spirit remains, contains in the end,
where you blend….whispering in the trees
that carry your breeze….
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Posted: Nov 2016
About this poem:
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