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My Husband.....
My husband was a wonderful man and a good
provider and father. He was smart, handsome,
and loving and kind. He was a gentle man who
never raised his voice.He was my best friend,
my lover.... he was a little league coach, both
for our son and daughter. He was a cubmaster.
he knew the answers to so many trivia things,
and financial things too.
Then one day I dont know when exactly this
silent killer called Dementia started finding
a home in his brain. So quietly and slowley
it was killing his brain sells.
He started forgetting small things, spelling
things wrong etc. As his disease progressed
he became less and less aware of the things
going on around him. he could no longer balance
the checkbook, he could not write well.Slowley
so slowley, I was loosing him.
The biggest arguement we ever had was when
i took his car keys away, and wouldnt let
him drive. he was sure he could. He started
calling us by different names. As hard as i
tried I couldnt help him.
There he was standing big and tall,and
he could hardley remember at all.
My husband of 50 years was gone.....
This insedious desease called Dementia
took my love from me.........
In Memory of My Loving Husband,
Arnold N Milner
July 7, 1936 to December 28, 2006
May you rest in peace my love.........
I will always love you.......
you were my love, my life and I
was so proud to be your wife......
provider and father. He was smart, handsome,
and loving and kind. He was a gentle man who
never raised his voice.He was my best friend,
my lover.... he was a little league coach, both
for our son and daughter. He was a cubmaster.
he knew the answers to so many trivia things,
and financial things too.
Then one day I dont know when exactly this
silent killer called Dementia started finding
a home in his brain. So quietly and slowley
it was killing his brain sells.
He started forgetting small things, spelling
things wrong etc. As his disease progressed
he became less and less aware of the things
going on around him. he could no longer balance
the checkbook, he could not write well.Slowley
so slowley, I was loosing him.
The biggest arguement we ever had was when
i took his car keys away, and wouldnt let
him drive. he was sure he could. He started
calling us by different names. As hard as i
tried I couldnt help him.
There he was standing big and tall,and
he could hardley remember at all.
My husband of 50 years was gone.....
This insedious desease called Dementia
took my love from me.........
In Memory of My Loving Husband,
Arnold N Milner
July 7, 1936 to December 28, 2006
May you rest in peace my love.........
I will always love you.......
you were my love, my life and I
was so proud to be your wife......
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Posted: Jan 2011
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enmity with god
I heard today about an execution
of a man from other parts who
was deemed to be angry...hostile
towards almighty God. imagine!
there occasionally are those,
though I'm sure some wizened
leaders would find it abhorrent,
who might be deemed dissatisfied?
with the terms of the lease
on their life, let alone others,
yes...let alone others, who knew?
who might be angry at god...God!
seems hard to fathom, deep six it
why a person such as yourself, or me
could audaciously cry out "why have
you forsaken me"? God, "why have you"?
certainly enough to piss God off
royally!...I mean, "I created you
gave you a life, and suffering and all!
and this is how I'm repaid, rebuked!"
"all that you are is a part of me
all that you are is a part of me
this life and all it means to you
shall find God's enmity be paid"
© agoodguy2have 2010-12-31
of a man from other parts who
was deemed to be angry...hostile
towards almighty God. imagine!
there occasionally are those,
though I'm sure some wizened
leaders would find it abhorrent,
who might be deemed dissatisfied?
with the terms of the lease
on their life, let alone others,
yes...let alone others, who knew?
who might be angry at god...God!
seems hard to fathom, deep six it
why a person such as yourself, or me
could audaciously cry out "why have
you forsaken me"? God, "why have you"?
certainly enough to piss God off
royally!...I mean, "I created you
gave you a life, and suffering and all!
and this is how I'm repaid, rebuked!"
"all that you are is a part of me
all that you are is a part of me
this life and all it means to you
shall find God's enmity be paid"
© agoodguy2have 2010-12-31
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Posted: Dec 2010
About this poem:
http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/enmityhttp://www.iranhumanrights.org/2010/12/executions-of-two-prisoners-at-evin-prison/
The Wanderer
Sweat soaked shirt
pants matted in mud
reaking of unbathed odour
it was his destiny.
It wasn't by choice
his dreams are filled with riches.
Not his life
it is riddled with poverty.
As he lies near the tracks
he thinks of tomorrow
if there shall be one
as the frost bites deep into his body.
Slowly his eyes close
as he drifts to a far better place.
It is much warmer here
he unbuttons his tattered coat.
As he walks the pearly gates of heaven
an overwhelming contentment surrounds him.
His journey is over.
He has finally returned home.
; Frank.E
pants matted in mud
reaking of unbathed odour
it was his destiny.
It wasn't by choice
his dreams are filled with riches.
Not his life
it is riddled with poverty.
As he lies near the tracks
he thinks of tomorrow
if there shall be one
as the frost bites deep into his body.
Slowly his eyes close
as he drifts to a far better place.
It is much warmer here
he unbuttons his tattered coat.
As he walks the pearly gates of heaven
an overwhelming contentment surrounds him.
His journey is over.
He has finally returned home.
; Frank.E
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Posted: Jan 2011
About this poem:
i heard a few years ago about a homeless person who froze to death alongside a railway track, and this is what i wrote about it."Silk,Lace,Satin,and Cotton"
As we raise a toast to each other
We exchange a glance or two
Just to the two of us
The years that have passed in full view
Reminiscing of past loves
Singing our favorite songs
Telling a joke and some
Laughing at how old we are,cursing the heavens above
We look back on our life like the loveliest silk
It flows and sways,it catches your eye
Once you feel it,the passion never dies
You touch,you love it,you buy it
Your love grows fonder and fonder
You cannot wait to see each other,any longer
The long walks in the park
The sweet kisses in the dark
It is time to buy the lace you see
She says two yards not three
We look at our future like the lovliest lace
It flows so beautifully around your face
Once you feel it,the passion never dies
You touch,you love it,you buy it
Your love grows fonder and fonder
You cannot wait to say your vows any longer
The long talks you shared
The holding of hands with such care
Sweet summer nights alone
A new addition to call our own
It is time to choose the satin you see
He says this is her favorite color,chablis
Your love grows and grows
You cannot wait to show off his toes
The time spent waiting and pacing
The patience and nuturing,and all of the lacing
All the nights you lost sleep
The feeding,the burping,and changing of peas
We look at our future like the lovliest cotton
So soft and durable to the touch
It wraps you in warmth,like a blanket and such
You love it,you touch it,you buy it
Oh how the years have past,so quickly like a flash of light
You are all grown up now,and on an early flight
You will be gone four a few years, I know
But the happiness you have brought us,grows and grow
I look at our memories like the lovliest thought
We will miss you terribly,the pain is now brought
The years that have passed in full view
Now it is just the two of us,me and you
I remember like it was just yesterday
The first time I saw your beautiful face
It is time for me to choose the flowers
I know that it is time to fear
We loved,we laughed,we had our share of tears
Now time has gone like the seasons
They come,They stay,and then change
I have put my lace veil next to your face
I have put our sons cotton blanket at your feet
The satin is drapped around your coffin in your favorite color
chablis
The only thing that remains is the silk
I hold it in my mind,in my heart,in my thoughts
Now that you are gone,I raise my glass in toast of you
My sweet love,our memories in full view
We exchange a glance or two
Just to the two of us
The years that have passed in full view
Reminiscing of past loves
Singing our favorite songs
Telling a joke and some
Laughing at how old we are,cursing the heavens above
We look back on our life like the loveliest silk
It flows and sways,it catches your eye
Once you feel it,the passion never dies
You touch,you love it,you buy it
Your love grows fonder and fonder
You cannot wait to see each other,any longer
The long walks in the park
The sweet kisses in the dark
It is time to buy the lace you see
She says two yards not three
We look at our future like the lovliest lace
It flows so beautifully around your face
Once you feel it,the passion never dies
You touch,you love it,you buy it
Your love grows fonder and fonder
You cannot wait to say your vows any longer
The long talks you shared
The holding of hands with such care
Sweet summer nights alone
A new addition to call our own
It is time to choose the satin you see
He says this is her favorite color,chablis
Your love grows and grows
You cannot wait to show off his toes
The time spent waiting and pacing
The patience and nuturing,and all of the lacing
All the nights you lost sleep
The feeding,the burping,and changing of peas
We look at our future like the lovliest cotton
So soft and durable to the touch
It wraps you in warmth,like a blanket and such
You love it,you touch it,you buy it
Oh how the years have past,so quickly like a flash of light
You are all grown up now,and on an early flight
You will be gone four a few years, I know
But the happiness you have brought us,grows and grow
I look at our memories like the lovliest thought
We will miss you terribly,the pain is now brought
The years that have passed in full view
Now it is just the two of us,me and you
I remember like it was just yesterday
The first time I saw your beautiful face
It is time for me to choose the flowers
I know that it is time to fear
We loved,we laughed,we had our share of tears
Now time has gone like the seasons
They come,They stay,and then change
I have put my lace veil next to your face
I have put our sons cotton blanket at your feet
The satin is drapped around your coffin in your favorite color
chablis
The only thing that remains is the silk
I hold it in my mind,in my heart,in my thoughts
Now that you are gone,I raise my glass in toast of you
My sweet love,our memories in full view
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Posted: Jan 2011
About this poem:
LossSighs Of Deliverance
The hopless stare out the front window
Why is it hard to be achievable
The question that cannot be answered
Unless your hope is reliable
The front door always closed
Who stares upon it now
No knock on it,no sound
Who is on the other side i wonder
Take a chance go outside see for yourself
Just locked in one room,four walls
Pictures upon a shelf
On your bed all day long
Just listening to the same old song
Go outside,take a breath of air
See what you have been missing
Change your clothes,tattered and worn
You had them on day in and day out
The bottom of your shirt is torn
Take a chance,revive yourself
Look in the mirror as you did before
See your eyes,so swollen and red
Where there used to be light,now so dimmmed
Take a chance,peer through the window
Let the sun's rays hit your face
Open your bedroom door,walk out,leave your room behind
Like the months prior,it will do you good
Get out of the shell,the prison,you call home
Take a chance,leave,do not ever look back
Leave the sighs of deliverance behind
Feel the emotions,laughter,the joy
Just relieve yourself,of the pain
Take a chance,let the past go,or else it will remain
Go now,Go quickly,before you change your mind
Leave,just run if you have to
Do not look back,just go foward
No more sighs of deliverance,no more sorrow
Why is it hard to be achievable
The question that cannot be answered
Unless your hope is reliable
The front door always closed
Who stares upon it now
No knock on it,no sound
Who is on the other side i wonder
Take a chance go outside see for yourself
Just locked in one room,four walls
Pictures upon a shelf
On your bed all day long
Just listening to the same old song
Go outside,take a breath of air
See what you have been missing
Change your clothes,tattered and worn
You had them on day in and day out
The bottom of your shirt is torn
Take a chance,revive yourself
Look in the mirror as you did before
See your eyes,so swollen and red
Where there used to be light,now so dimmmed
Take a chance,peer through the window
Let the sun's rays hit your face
Open your bedroom door,walk out,leave your room behind
Like the months prior,it will do you good
Get out of the shell,the prison,you call home
Take a chance,leave,do not ever look back
Leave the sighs of deliverance behind
Feel the emotions,laughter,the joy
Just relieve yourself,of the pain
Take a chance,let the past go,or else it will remain
Go now,Go quickly,before you change your mind
Leave,just run if you have to
Do not look back,just go foward
No more sighs of deliverance,no more sorrow
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Posted: Dec 2010
About this poem:
I wrote this to express my feelings about mourning.
No title
You're walking - my very likeness,
Dropping your eyes to the ground.
I also kept dropping them down!
A stranger, halt for a while.
Just read – holding bunch of poppies
And buttercups in your hand, -
That I was one time called Marina,
And this was exactly my age.
Don’t think, here’s a grave beneath you,
I’ll climb out of it with a threat ...
I also was fond of laughter
When laughter was out of place!
And blood kept rushing to cheekbones,
And hair was curling round ...
I also was living, a stranger!
A stranger, halt for a while!
Pluck up wild stalk for your pleasure,
Then pick up a berry ripe.
No berry is bigger and sweeter
Than wild strawberry of graveyard.
But do not keep standing gloomy,
Hanging your head to the breast.
Just casually think about me,
Just casually forget.
How nicely these sun rays light you!
You’re bathing in golden dust ...
And don’t ever get embarrassed
By my voice that comes out of ground.
Dropping your eyes to the ground.
I also kept dropping them down!
A stranger, halt for a while.
Just read – holding bunch of poppies
And buttercups in your hand, -
That I was one time called Marina,
And this was exactly my age.
Don’t think, here’s a grave beneath you,
I’ll climb out of it with a threat ...
I also was fond of laughter
When laughter was out of place!
And blood kept rushing to cheekbones,
And hair was curling round ...
I also was living, a stranger!
A stranger, halt for a while!
Pluck up wild stalk for your pleasure,
Then pick up a berry ripe.
No berry is bigger and sweeter
Than wild strawberry of graveyard.
But do not keep standing gloomy,
Hanging your head to the breast.
Just casually think about me,
Just casually forget.
How nicely these sun rays light you!
You’re bathing in golden dust ...
And don’t ever get embarrassed
By my voice that comes out of ground.
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Posted: Dec 2010
About this poem:
Another poem by Russian poetess Marina Tsvetaeva.
online today!The Fight In Me
Sometimes it's difficult to let go.
When you have already lost so much.
One last kiss, one last touch.
I should be so good at good byes.
But losing you still makes me want to cry.
I am tired of hearing it is for the best.
That is what I have heard about the rest.
Had my palm read once upon a time.
It was really done in fun.
But she knew this life of mine.
Of the things that I would see.
I wonder to this day.
If she seen the fight in me.
I keep trudging on along.
Trying to find the right in this wrong.
Wondering why I am still here.
And remaining strong.
Holding onto each day.
Not going to give one away.
When you have already lost so much.
One last kiss, one last touch.
I should be so good at good byes.
But losing you still makes me want to cry.
I am tired of hearing it is for the best.
That is what I have heard about the rest.
Had my palm read once upon a time.
It was really done in fun.
But she knew this life of mine.
Of the things that I would see.
I wonder to this day.
If she seen the fight in me.
I keep trudging on along.
Trying to find the right in this wrong.
Wondering why I am still here.
And remaining strong.
Holding onto each day.
Not going to give one away.
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Posted: Dec 2010
About this poem:
My beautiful Mitzi (my cat) passed away last week after fifteen wonderful years togeather.not enough roses for lily
as the rain falls on my head. i walk over towards your bed.
you sleep of beauty my friend. just yesterday it was your end.
will i ever smile knowing your gone. for every thing i said im wrong.
just looking at your grave today. not enough roses for lily i say.
there's a world so beautiful as you are. lily my friend i love you forever and forever more.
you sleep of beauty my friend. just yesterday it was your end.
will i ever smile knowing your gone. for every thing i said im wrong.
just looking at your grave today. not enough roses for lily i say.
there's a world so beautiful as you are. lily my friend i love you forever and forever more.
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Posted: Dec 2010
About this poem:
dedicated to all the women struggling with cancer are whos died of cancer remember there's always someone that caresDad , The House is Empty
Dad , We've finshed moving Out
Our House is Empty..
And The Silence is so loud
Dad , I wish you were around
To see the new house ..
I wonder if you're lookin down
Upon us ..
Dad , Today I've picked up
The last Shirt you used to wear
I can still smell your perfuem
In it , everywhere
I kept on hugging this shirt
Till the last tear ..
Dad , It's sad to leave this place
Our last moments is living there ..
Our laughs and talks ..
And you're Beautiful face ..
The house is empty dad ..
As Im looking up to pray for you ..
Wishing you peace and joy ..
I hold on to your shirt for a while ..
And locked up our house ..
For the last time
Our House is Empty..
And The Silence is so loud
Dad , I wish you were around
To see the new house ..
I wonder if you're lookin down
Upon us ..
Dad , Today I've picked up
The last Shirt you used to wear
I can still smell your perfuem
In it , everywhere
I kept on hugging this shirt
Till the last tear ..
Dad , It's sad to leave this place
Our last moments is living there ..
Our laughs and talks ..
And you're Beautiful face ..
The house is empty dad ..
As Im looking up to pray for you ..
Wishing you peace and joy ..
I hold on to your shirt for a while ..
And locked up our house ..
For the last time
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Posted: Dec 2010
About this poem:
We've moved out of the house where Dad past away ..and it's hard as hell to leave this place !! even the THINGS can say goodbye !!Death
In the shadows I do creep,
Whilst the world is soundly asleep.
Fear and darkness I do cast,
As I mark my list down to the last.
Many names I must keep,
Many names I must reap.
I walk through the night like a blade in the dark,
Claiming each and every mark.
Every night, many I slay,
Just to lurk away by day.
So many people I do see,
So many people afraid of me,
No need to fear, I’m not here for you,
Not yet anyway, not till your due
When will that be? I’m not sure,
In the meantime just stay healthy and pure.
The weak the sick the old and the dying,
Every night they keep me flying,
All the poor souls I must take,
All the people and the prayers they make,
They try desperately to keep me at bay,
All the while they can’t keep me away
I’ll get you in time or I’ll get you soon,
If you think I won’t then you’re a loon,
For I am the darkness, I am the night,
And if your on my list you won’t see next day’s light…
Whilst the world is soundly asleep.
Fear and darkness I do cast,
As I mark my list down to the last.
Many names I must keep,
Many names I must reap.
I walk through the night like a blade in the dark,
Claiming each and every mark.
Every night, many I slay,
Just to lurk away by day.
So many people I do see,
So many people afraid of me,
No need to fear, I’m not here for you,
Not yet anyway, not till your due
When will that be? I’m not sure,
In the meantime just stay healthy and pure.
The weak the sick the old and the dying,
Every night they keep me flying,
All the poor souls I must take,
All the people and the prayers they make,
They try desperately to keep me at bay,
All the while they can’t keep me away
I’ll get you in time or I’ll get you soon,
If you think I won’t then you’re a loon,
For I am the darkness, I am the night,
And if your on my list you won’t see next day’s light…
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Posted: Dec 2010
About this poem:
Eh, saw a poem thing, so thought i'd post this, from high school, not my best but if this gets remarks maybe more will comePoems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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