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The Lost, the Taken, the Sundered and Forsaken

Lest the Lost, Sundered or Forsaken, while backs are turned, become the Taken.

I recently lost two relatives who I was not close to. I have also been thinking a lot about separation and the reasons behind it. This poem is about making amends and finding peace before it’s too late. Souls like lights, travel through space,Trails crossing, lighting the face,Of the beautiful world they roam,This rich and varied Earth called home.Each soul we touch with recognition,On our core leaves an impression.If we...

Little Victories

To those who champion the day, one minute at a time.

I woke up tired but inspiredThen my dog desiredTo disobeyAnd run awayThat kills my dayThen I heard a dropFrom my rooftopI took a peekAnd found a leakThat kills my weekI lost all ambitionAnd want for nutritionI rarely ateA healthy plateThat kills my weightIt will be nine yearsI lost her so dearWith pain I partToward a new startThat kills my heartThe torment I feelTime has not healedNor the daily rifeFilled with strifeThat...

Dark Day

Words for a loved one that will be dearly missed

Today is much darker than yesterday  You are gone no longer by my side.  The nights and days we spent together  Forever cherished as these live in my mind.  You were always here always close to me,  Giving me your love without reserve  Eyes so blue the clearest sky would envy.  Your devotion to me I did not deserve  A face so beautiful you were as a painting.  Body strong without fear always on call  Almost like the queen...

The Suicide

An ending for one and a new beginning for another?

Jack was completely calm. As the nose of his aircraft dipped for the final time, as he saw the ground approaching, as he anticipated the impending impact, he felt no fear. Instead there was a serenity that came not just from a belief in the afterlife, but also a satisfaction that there would be complete closure. No more pain. No more depression. No loose ends. Everything resolved. Climactic perfection. Some on the ground...

Silence is Not Always Golden

Don’t fear admitting love.

It is very painful in a sad ironic way, that what can hurt so badly is the thing one does not say. Those alive can hear tomorrow that which should be said. What was never spoken cannot be told to the dead. If you love in silence then love cannot shine its light. Making sure your dear one knows means fewer tears at night.

Brother

I wrote this for my brother 03/07/1990 - 17/11/2011

Why did you have to die? I didnt want to say goodbye. My only brother was you, But you took place of my dad too. I know you were too special to keep here on earth, Your heart was pure gold from the moment of your birth. I can only carry your memories with me, And the life lessons you always taught me. Though we are now heavens apart, You still stay in my heart. And thats where your memory will rest, That is what you would...

Precious Things

For Xuani, Ash, and Hiram Lawrence Jr.

I had her name traced above my heart Cupped my belly, feeling the spark Within, I felt the beat of life, the echo of her cry Her breath a butterfly Brushing the cobwebs from the grave with her wing Oh you precious thing And she, oh she had his name tattooed on her wrist Delicate letters, a secret script A reminder of what is precious, and what is not And hearing that, I smiled and thought Of all the songs he used to sing...

A Jocund Poetic Musing: Bury or Cremate?

Is pit or fire your final desire?

Beneath the ground you are alone completely by yourself. In an urn you simply chill on your wife’s closet shelf. Before they put you in the soil you pray for absolution. After you’re a London Broil you could be air pollution. The remnant of your buried form is ghostly and ethereal. The remnants of your cremated one can be spread on breakfast cereal. Underneath in sealed concrete you simply fade and rot. Cooked above you s...

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Diary of a Soldier part I

All it takes is one...

15th of January, the year of our Lord 1429 I have seen much during my 10 years in the French army, but most of all I have seen death. My comrades are getting fewer and fewer as they fall to the British blades and bows. It is sad to realise that my oldest companion in this war is Death himself. I wish it was God, but like so many others I feel he has left us. I cannot remember the last time we had a major victory over them...

Bambi's Mother

Questions on life can be difficult to answer...

Who does my little girl run to when she is hurt or upset? Who holds her and comforts her like no other? Why, me of course, I'm her mother and like all mothers the love I have for my child is unconditional.My daughter believes I will love and protect her forever. I would if I could, but what she doesn't know yet is forever doesn't exist, at least not for us mere mortals. There will come a time when I won't be there for her...

The Diaries of Heather Campbell- Chapter 1

First story on this site, feedback is greatly appreciated.

July 8th, 2010Dear Diary, Today is another beautiful, sunny, summer day. Not too hot, not too cold. It seems as though everyone and their mothers, fathers, aunts, uncles, cousins, sisters, brothers and grandparents are out for a stroll through town. The streets are flooded with crying kids, dropping ice cream cones, or whining about leaving the park. There are mothers pushing baby carriages through shaded pathways lined w...

Almost finished

an ode to a dog I loved

I always remember you’re not here.Such a smiling countenance, so much orangenessso very gone I hear you in the silence of the passageway the silence of the house and the silence of the yard(I didn’t even know I was chatting,shuffling around in our island of a houseand now I’m just talking to myself)I’m aching for the feel of my dingo friendnot lostnot alone.Patient Hairy I remember the puppy with his head on my bed,soulfu...

Even The Clocks Stopped

Honoring a promise is harder than we realise, but it is a necessary tool in the healing process.

The rickety old porch swing creaks under my weight as I rock myself gently to and fro. The sound comforts me as it rips harshly into the painful silence of the night. A nerve-numbing tingle spreading through me from the hard wooden slats reminds me of just how long the drive up here was. I shift uneasily, my hand wrapped protectively around the brass key that will unlock the door to a place that used to feel like home. I...

Ode to the Common Man

A poem in praise of the unheralded.

Some of us will leave our markwhen we illuminate the darkand make the world a richer, better place.Some of us will lessen painor make people be born againand thus impact upon the human race.Some of us will cure diseaseor put our fellow men at easeby furthering the cause of world peace.Some of us will create artthat touches both the soul and heartand helps the rage of darkened minds to cease.Some of us will reach great hei...

The Four Seasons--Winter

an event from Hal's winter enters his dreams

By Autumn Writer © Copyright 2008, 2010 Chapter 4: Winter My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone. Song of Solomon 2:10-11 November 1993 Martha and Hal sat in their family room late in the afternoon on the Saturday before Thanksgiving. They didn't go in for long conversations in those days, but that was okay. They liked to be...