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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.
SHARON V.
your light will shine for all the world to see; and although your one true love"s so heavenly; I hope you"ll find a place in time for me! Sharon v; the light of everlasting life shines through your eyes; and all your friends know that it is no big surprise; that what you see is what you get with no disguise! I"ve forever searched the world for you; to find someone that is straight and true; and the work you do impresses me best; I know you clearly stand above the rest! Sharon v; I hope someday that you will meet with me; and our friendship lasts for all eternity; and then you will reunite with your true love; but for now he"s looking down with god above!
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Posted: Mar 2017
About this poem:
I wrote this for a special person tech vet who loves animals as much as me!
life with Trees
I meet them every day breeze or with ease swaying as if they are saying hello
with leaves that fall at my feet again never to meet
but perhaps they are saying life is fleeting
we will forever see you
as life goes on with falling years.
with leaves that fall at my feet again never to meet
but perhaps they are saying life is fleeting
we will forever see you
as life goes on with falling years.
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Posted: Mar 2017
About this poem:
I walk everyday I just love trees
online today!Lyn (the kindness of strangers).
It was two thousand and one - I had moved
House, and hoping for a brand new start.
It was my first night there - and so it proved
An omen there to win a lady's heart.
In the local pub, loneliness was soothed
With a cold beer and conversation's art;-
As it so happened, I soon found a table
To drink with strangers, and so begins this fable.
The first night in a different suburb and
So soon (it seemed) I'd found some company.
I was a stranger in a stranger land -
(The outer Western Suburbs of Sydney).
I write this introduction - you understand -
To set the scene for what comes next (you see).
At this table were a man and a lady -
He's an Irishman, and she a "Gypsy".
A "Gypsy of the heart" is more accurate
And the old Irishman soon wanted leave;
He had his sorrows to drown by drinking late
(And so he asked - and got - this said reprieve).
Therefore, it seemed, that I now had a date -
(Well fact is harder than fiction to believe).
A few more drinks - well that was requisite -
And what followed later was exquisite.
Her name was Lyn, and she was "rough as guts" *
Though strangely elegant (about forty-nine)
To my thirty-three - and was I nuts
To entertain encounters of this kind?
Well I'm not mad, but maybe "nucking futs" **
(And my first night here promised to be fine).
On her arms were faded old tattoos -
Well, I was young, and how could I refuse?
It seemed the feeling (mutual) now came,
And standing out now on the quiet street
I saw her dress (well-tailored) to her frame
And suddenly was overcome with heat.
Well I could see that she now felt the same
I suggested that we both should now retreat
To my house (which was in a row of shanties) -
All I wanted, then, was to rip off her panties.
Which happened soon - I had a makeshift bed-
It was only just a mattress on the floor
With boxes full of clutter by our heads
(Put there earlier the day before).
Well, naturally enough our clothes we shed,
She reclining on her back lets me explore
Her intimacy and nub of womanhood -
Will I go on further? - well yes I should.
She had a lovely body - a size ten -
Though I'm not all that particular at times -
I don't discriminate now - nor did then -
(Most women are beautiful and sublime).
And so we were in bed, and that was when
I thought I was the luckiest man alive.
The more I loved her the more we were wanton
And that night I felt richer than a sultan.
Two more nights there were, and it was bliss;-
Our naked bodies creamy in the moonlight.
And giddy's how I felt when we did kiss;-
Her long blonde hair and face - a lovely sight.
Of course, it is the times like this I miss -
(These memories of sensual delight).
The best I can do is write this tribute:
The "kindness of strangers" - there's no substitute.
© lovecanbereal
All rights reserved
House, and hoping for a brand new start.
It was my first night there - and so it proved
An omen there to win a lady's heart.
In the local pub, loneliness was soothed
With a cold beer and conversation's art;-
As it so happened, I soon found a table
To drink with strangers, and so begins this fable.
The first night in a different suburb and
So soon (it seemed) I'd found some company.
I was a stranger in a stranger land -
(The outer Western Suburbs of Sydney).
I write this introduction - you understand -
To set the scene for what comes next (you see).
At this table were a man and a lady -
He's an Irishman, and she a "Gypsy".
A "Gypsy of the heart" is more accurate
And the old Irishman soon wanted leave;
He had his sorrows to drown by drinking late
(And so he asked - and got - this said reprieve).
Therefore, it seemed, that I now had a date -
(Well fact is harder than fiction to believe).
A few more drinks - well that was requisite -
And what followed later was exquisite.
Her name was Lyn, and she was "rough as guts" *
Though strangely elegant (about forty-nine)
To my thirty-three - and was I nuts
To entertain encounters of this kind?
Well I'm not mad, but maybe "nucking futs" **
(And my first night here promised to be fine).
On her arms were faded old tattoos -
Well, I was young, and how could I refuse?
It seemed the feeling (mutual) now came,
And standing out now on the quiet street
I saw her dress (well-tailored) to her frame
And suddenly was overcome with heat.
Well I could see that she now felt the same
I suggested that we both should now retreat
To my house (which was in a row of shanties) -
All I wanted, then, was to rip off her panties.
Which happened soon - I had a makeshift bed-
It was only just a mattress on the floor
With boxes full of clutter by our heads
(Put there earlier the day before).
Well, naturally enough our clothes we shed,
She reclining on her back lets me explore
Her intimacy and nub of womanhood -
Will I go on further? - well yes I should.
She had a lovely body - a size ten -
Though I'm not all that particular at times -
I don't discriminate now - nor did then -
(Most women are beautiful and sublime).
And so we were in bed, and that was when
I thought I was the luckiest man alive.
The more I loved her the more we were wanton
And that night I felt richer than a sultan.
Two more nights there were, and it was bliss;-
Our naked bodies creamy in the moonlight.
And giddy's how I felt when we did kiss;-
Her long blonde hair and face - a lovely sight.
Of course, it is the times like this I miss -
(These memories of sensual delight).
The best I can do is write this tribute:
The "kindness of strangers" - there's no substitute.
© lovecanbereal
All rights reserved
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Posted: Jan 2017
About this poem:
* Australian saying meaning rough, unrefined.** Rhyming slang i.e f*cking nuts.
Ausssie Pride
THEY’VE JOURNEYED ALL ACROSS THIS LAND
THEY’RE THE FUTURE OF OUR PRIDE,
FOR MANY LONG YEARS THEY’VE DONE THE WORK
SOME HAVE BROKEN AND SOME HAVE CRIED,
THE PATH THAT THEY’VE TRAVELLED DOWN
IS NOW NEARING THE END,
AND TO ALL THE OTHER COMPETING NATIONS
I’VE A MESSAGE I’D LIKE TO SEND.
YOU CAN COME BACK ANYTIME
AS A TOURIST OR A GUIDE,
YOU CAN SHOW AND TELL THE PAINFULL
SPOT WHERE YOUR DREAMS WERE DENIED,
YOU CAN TELL ALL YOUR FRIENDS ABOUT
THE GREATEST GAMES YOU’VE EVER SEEN,
AND HOW YOU WERE DEFEATED
BY THE MIGHTY GOLD AND GREEN.
THE GREATEST ATHLETES I’VE EVER HEARD OF
HAVE NEVER LEFT OUR SHORE,
AND EVERY TIME I PICK UP A PAPER
I READ THAT NOW THERE’S MORE,
AUSTRALIA BREED’S THE FINEST
AND ONLY THE FINEST WILL EVER DO,
WITH THE POWER OF A CROCODILE
AND THE SPEED OF A KANGAROO.
THEY’RE THE FUTURE OF OUR PRIDE,
FOR MANY LONG YEARS THEY’VE DONE THE WORK
SOME HAVE BROKEN AND SOME HAVE CRIED,
THE PATH THAT THEY’VE TRAVELLED DOWN
IS NOW NEARING THE END,
AND TO ALL THE OTHER COMPETING NATIONS
I’VE A MESSAGE I’D LIKE TO SEND.
YOU CAN COME BACK ANYTIME
AS A TOURIST OR A GUIDE,
YOU CAN SHOW AND TELL THE PAINFULL
SPOT WHERE YOUR DREAMS WERE DENIED,
YOU CAN TELL ALL YOUR FRIENDS ABOUT
THE GREATEST GAMES YOU’VE EVER SEEN,
AND HOW YOU WERE DEFEATED
BY THE MIGHTY GOLD AND GREEN.
THE GREATEST ATHLETES I’VE EVER HEARD OF
HAVE NEVER LEFT OUR SHORE,
AND EVERY TIME I PICK UP A PAPER
I READ THAT NOW THERE’S MORE,
AUSTRALIA BREED’S THE FINEST
AND ONLY THE FINEST WILL EVER DO,
WITH THE POWER OF A CROCODILE
AND THE SPEED OF A KANGAROO.
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Posted: Jan 2017
About this poem:
I wrote this in thinking I would have some tea towels made up with this on it, like most thing's, it never happened.XMAS IS SUCH A JOY
TO EVERY YOUNG GIRL AND BOY; NO MATTER WHAT YOUR AGE; ALL OF US COME TOGETHER TO SHARE THE BIRTH OF THE LORD! TO THINK THAT ALL OF OUR SINS THAT WE COULD EVER COMMIT; ARE FORGIVEN BECAUSE OF HIS DEATH; WE ARE CONSTANTLY AMAZED AND HE IS ENDLESSLY PRAISED! THE MOST HIGH LOVES US SO MUCH, AND TO SUCCUMB TO SUCH PAIN, IS BEYOND A MORTALS TOUCH! THANK YOU LORD FOR THE GIFT OF LIFE, WHICH YOU HAVE BESTOWED UPON US; AND THAT IS WHY; XMAS IS SUCH A JOY!
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Posted: Dec 2016
About this poem:
I LOVE SANTA BUT THIS IS THE BIRTH OF THE MYSTICAL ONE! LETS KEEP HIM IN OUR HEARTS FOREVER!SCHOOL DAYS
WE WERE ALL THERE AT ONE TIME! ALWAYS READY FOR SOME GOOD CHATTER; TALKING ABOUT SUBJECTS THAT WOULD NEVER MATTER!THE ATMOSPHERE ON THE BUS SOUNDED LIKE A HEN ROOST! I COULDNT WAIT FOR THE RIDE TO END; SO I COULD GIVE MY EARS, A GOOD BOOST! I REALLY LOVED MY YEARS IN SCHOOL; AND ALWAYS LIVED BY THE GOLDEN RULE! YOUR SCHOOL DAYS ARE REALLY THE BEST YEARS OF ANYONE"S LIFE; WHERE EACH DAY WAS FULL OF CAREFREE TIMES; AND NEVER AN OUNCE OF STRIFE!
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Posted: Dec 2016
About this poem:
I MET A GREAT TEACHER AND INSPIRATION TO ME! MY MUSIC TEACHER; MR HAMBURG!Who am I?
I will be Superman for my Lady when she needs me to be!
I will be a Big Teddy Bear for my Lady when she needs me to be!
I will be Dr. Phil for my Lady when she needs me to be!
Who am I?
I am her Prince Charming...
Peace Always
~By Dallas~
I will be a Big Teddy Bear for my Lady when she needs me to be!
I will be Dr. Phil for my Lady when she needs me to be!
Who am I?
I am her Prince Charming...
Peace Always
~By Dallas~
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Posted: Dec 2016
Post CommentMR HAMBURG (dedication)
I THANK YOU; MR HAMBURG; WHEREVER YOU ARE; AND IT WILL BE ALL BECAUSE OF YOU; WHEN I BECOME; A BIG STAR!
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Posted: Dec 2016
About this poem:
MY WONDERFUL J.H.S. 109 MUSIC TEACHER ; MR HAMBURG WAS; AND WILL ALWAYS BE; THE BEST!
MY MAMA MADE ME
Though she is gone
She used to tell me when we were alone
That drugs got no vitamin
Though she is a woman
she raised me to be a man
who can stand and fight on my own
That's why when i was a kid
she used to knock my head
warning me not to smoke weed
otherwise my mind might slide
Though i am now old
I still miss her indeed
sometimes i cry when days are wild
it's a different mood
can't express in words
Though i am still mourning
It's reminding me back to my beginning
When my mother in front of me clapping
while i am learning to talk and walking
and that is why right now am smiling.
She used to tell me when we were alone
That drugs got no vitamin
Though she is a woman
she raised me to be a man
who can stand and fight on my own
That's why when i was a kid
she used to knock my head
warning me not to smoke weed
otherwise my mind might slide
Though i am now old
I still miss her indeed
sometimes i cry when days are wild
it's a different mood
can't express in words
Though i am still mourning
It's reminding me back to my beginning
When my mother in front of me clapping
while i am learning to talk and walking
and that is why right now am smiling.
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Posted: Nov 2016
About this poem:
its about my mother the way she raised me up. she was a single mother but she took no none sense.when i am not in a good mood i always remember her. i wish she leaved longer to see me growing.
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