Author: Unknown
Why do you lie there, fur, blood, and bones?
I guess you didn't run fast enough home.
Thought that you could out-run a Jetta.
Thought you could cheat death; but, death would let ya.
So, sad is the forest that knew your name,
sad are your squirrel babies that will never see you again;
but, let them know you did not die in vane.
No, you died in the break-down lane.
Soon will come a man, with a scoop and a box,
and scrape your squirrel carcass off the hot, black rock,
and pull down the eye lids on your little squirrel face,
and lay you to rest in a better place.
Now I know why you lie there, flattened on your back,
with your smile in the shape of a tire track.
So, I say a prayer for the squirrel that I mourn,
that heaven is filled with a bunch of 8-corns.
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Posted: Mar 2010
About this poem:
Honey Nut Clusters will be holding a service.
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driving down the roads our paths
going out to meet the world
see white crosses of travels wrath
some flowers with flags unfurled
we pass by quickly trying not to
think about how they got there
realize there were folks somebody knew
be cautious on the way we take care
trying not to think about who was left
behind and the tears that surely fell
who brought crosses of love left bereft
for all who pass by they tell
a tale of admonishment to pay attention
and arrive safely, a disasters prevention
© agoodguy2have 2010-02-27
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Posted: Feb 2010
About this poem:
i don't know if this is done in other countries or continents, but it always touches me here in America.
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Author: Unknown
Hello my little angel
wherever you may be
soaring through the heavens
with your little angel wings
bouncing off the clouds
i bet that's a sight to see
i wish i could express
just how much you mean to me,
well today's another birthday
it seems to hurt more every year
this one is 15 i wish that you were here.
I think about you all the time
and usually i cry
I'm not doing well without you
i just cant seem to say goodbye
i know your up in heaven
but i just cant let you go
i want to hold you in my arms
because i love you so,
i want to smother you with kisses
and dry your tears each time you cry.
But somehow I'm the one
with the tears burning my eyes,
but very happy birthday
my little angel in the sky
I'm sending kisses up to heaven
cause that's all i got to give
while your soaring up in heaven
with your pretty little smile
I'm left her without you
missing you all the while.
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Posted: Mar 2010
About this poem:
This is about the death of my daughter
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I Speak To You In~Rhythms~
The Pul~Sing=Universe=
*My* Way~The~Wind~
~Doth~Wisper~
In Ear-And~In~My~Verse~
The~Sound~The~Sky~is~Mak~ing~
No Lim-mit The *Eye* Can *See*
*I*=>-W-I-L-L->=S=P=E=A=K=>
?If You? Will?->Listen<-
?Now?Can? You? Hear?Just=M=E=
Just Ask =M=E= -HERE-
And Clear Your Mind
I=W=I=L=L=D=R=A=W=N=E=A=R=
I!M R-I-G-H-T-O-N->T-I-M-E<-
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Posted: Mar 2010
About this poem:
"Conversations with God"
~*an uncommon dialogue*~
Book 1 - Neale Donald Walsh
"Thou wilt show me the path of life:
in thy presence is fullness of joy;
at thy right hand are
pleasures forevermore."
~ Psalm 16:11
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Author: Unknown
You went and left
with another guy,
glitter and fade
into a starless sky.
I spend my days
with just your ghost,
a parasite
for which I’m the host.
I miss the smell
of the salty sea,
miss the sway
of a tall palm tree,
miss the times
we were a team,
Oh sweet California day dream.
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Posted: Mar 2010
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Author: Unknown
cant find all the right words yet its still not the time yet and my mind cant think of anything it only sees you you know i am trying god knows i am trying and why does the wind keep shouting out its still not over i keep on trying i think im learning to live in hearts you leave behind is not to die grace cant find the right place is there a right place where i can make it all make sense some how and face tomorrow i keep on trying i think im learning to live in hearts is not to die grace the world go round some we move along some to live in hearts of theirs and mine is not to die grace
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Posted: Mar 2010
About this poem:
song written by jamie cullum it makes me cry its a beautiful song
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Author: Unknown
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
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Posted: Jan 2010
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Author: Unknown
Slowly encroaching
Upon your personal space,
Shadows enfold you
Obscuring your pretty face
From the light
That gives life
To the world.
The world
I once knew
That was built around you
begins to slip away;
Black and white
fades to gray.
The dreams
Of grandiose plans
For our lives we would have had
Now are all shattered;
the sad thing is
They no longer matter.
Endlessly wondering,
My heartbeat is racing
Silently waiting here
And frantically pacing
By your bedside
With tears in my eyes
For the world.
The world
I once knew
That was built around you
begins to slip away;
Black and white
fades to gray.
The dreams
Of grandiose plans
For our lives we would have had
Now are all shattered;
the sad thing is
They no longer matter.
I ask myself,
"Why didn't he stop to think
Before he ordered another round
And had one last drink?"
You were coming home
After working vary late
And expressed how much
The next thing I heard
On the phone
Was him hitting the car
After losing control.
Now, here I am
Holding your hand and seeing your face
While hearing the machines
Trying to make you stay
Here by my side;
Both living our blessed lives
In the World.
The hours pass by
Without even a wink of sleep.
My ears intently
Focused on every beep.
It starts to slow down
And I wear a frown
As I realize
That this is good-bye
To the world.
The world
I once knew
That was built around you
begins to slip away;
Black and white
fades to gray.
The dreams
Of grandiose plans
For our lives we would have had
Now are all shattered;
the sad thing is
They no longer matter.
The voices in my head
Tell me to foresake all
That I love
And methodically murder
That drunkard
In cold blood.
Just then,
There you are again;
Images clearly siered
In my brain.
your smile
That I miss so much
Reminds me of just why
I ever fell in love.
I hesitantly let go
Of your lifeless hand
And struggle with all
Of my might to stand.
I leave the room amidst the gloom
Heading down the hall.
I ask to enter
With an even temper
To see if he survived at all.
He stares up at me
With a silent plea
As I look down and smile.
"Just pray for your sake
That your heart shall not ache
As mine will for a while.
What you did was foolish enough
And it has cost me my dearest love;
However, I am glad that you live
So that I may forgive
You for what has been done.
My hope is
That you shall learn from this
And tell the events of this day
To the ones who still stray;
Saving many more lives
Than the one who has died
And left the world."
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Posted: Nov 2009
About this poem:
The idea hit me one day to write a song about a husband, his wife, and the aftermath of a car accident. This is the end result.
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Emails and cards some heaven sent
Friends and family saying sad goodbyes
Tears of Relatives with wailfull laments
Eulogy and apathy amongst teary eyes
Flowers and a casket in black limousine
Hands as if healing but obviously to late
Speeches of approval and kind words define
Lowering Casket and soil confiscates
Infinite fate of spirit wanting future's sign
Into a small dark dungeon seeming so cruel
A tombstone of Granite promoting Timeline
The earth recycles and you become molecule
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Posted: Jan 2010
About this poem:
Loss/Death Theme
Makes you kinda wanta
put this off 'til much later...
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An angel sang her way in to my heart
Early one rainy spring day..
And brought with her sunshine into my life,
But alas she could not stay.
Such a beautiful smile
She wore to hide her pain,
Her heart an umbrella
To shield us from the rain.
I see her beautiful face, in the setting sun,
I can hear her voice through each gentle rain,,
When the songbird sings, he sings Jennifer's song,
Don't cry, we'll be together again.
Fly, my special angel,
Fly high, fly proud and fly free..
Through tear stained eyes, I look upwards and sigh,
She is now, where angels are meant to be.
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Posted: Aug 2009
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