Tag: death
group name: poetryexpress
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June 06, 2008 02:05 PM EDT --
A girl is born, weighing in at 8lbs 8oz, the year 1959.
Will she struggles with the newness of life,
accomplished humans say good bye
Buddy Holly, Frank Lloyd Wright and Lou Castillo
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July 03, 2007 08:40 AM EDT --
For my philosopher friend Boris G., who befriended me when I couldn´t befriend myself.
"All publicity is good, except an obituary notice.¨Brendan Behan.
Quiddito, . . . more
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July 07, 2007 08:09 PM EDT --
For Birdie Jaworksi, talented writer, poet and blogger, whose vision of the Internet as a catalyst for change has inspired my inner heart; and for the Iraqi people. Every day fifty or more people are being . . . more
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April 02, 2008 09:15 AM EDT --
Vital element:
all life hinges on water.
Too much suffocates.
Too little parches and kills.
Quench us, wash us, let us live.
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April 22, 2007 05:16 PM EDT --
For all those who have lost loved ones
Let the teardrops fall, but let the smile come through
The person that you loved, loved you too
So much to remember, memories to treasure
So many joys, joys . . . more
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July 07, 2007 11:08 PM EDT --
Feeling Lost....
Wishing you were here...
yet glad that you are there
Missing you....
yet feeling you all around me
Angry that you were taken too soon.....
yet SO happy that you don't have to suffer . . . more
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July 08, 2008 03:38 AM EDT --
When Steffie died,
She lived on
as tears on Mama's cheeks.
The bright colored dresses
with delicate lace
and the dolls with button eyes
were put away
But, still Mama cried.
Why is death? . . . more
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February 12, 2007 06:58 PM EST --
She walks the long way home
Her time alone to think
Into a bar she'd roam
As the bartender pours her drink
It helps her to forget
And chases away her pain
Spends so much time . . . more
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July 15, 2007 12:22 PM EDT --
Sonnet elegy for Don Francisco Cara Martin, my father-in-law (1930-2002).
I never liked its name, 'Alzheimer's,´
Which brings to mind a faulty rhymer,
Who, . . . more
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October 15, 2007 12:57 AM EDT --
He was at the end of his journey now
A long stroll he’d been given
Soon to take life’s last breath
He could see all those he had so dearly loved
Some physically with him,
Some . . . more
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June 12, 2008 12:01 AM EDT --
The heavens
let a rainfall conquer
fearful thoughts.
Misleading Encounters
punishable by
starvation of The mind
painful memories lay upon
whispers in . . . more
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October 26, 2007 05:54 PM EDT --
Earlier today I got a message from a Gather friend telling me of a family member (a man) who had passed away. I could tell she was filled with grief. of course we all should pray that God will . . . more
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April 23, 2008 02:06 PM EDT --
Playing around one day, I put my last name in the search engine to see what came up. This wonderful, emotionally moving picture came up on the first page. I'm so . . . more
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June 09, 2008 01:24 AM EDT --
APT 409
(A VERY TRUE STORY)
I live in apt 410
409 is no longer empty
Victor moved in today
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July 16, 2008 09:28 AM EDT --
I want to thank you for the cream in my saucer
and the ribbons in my hair
the tummy licks with the straight edged razor
and the baths of milk and pain
for all the hunger and the frost . . . more
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March 19, 2007 02:08 PM EDT --
You're only twelve,
little boy.
What were you thinking?
You wait behind bars
you should never have seen.
Bars so different from the monkey bars
on the playground of your youth.
What were you . . . more
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March 17, 2007 11:47 PM EDT --
Alone in the woods, a forest of fear
Darkness descends, and shadows lurk
My poor heart pounds with each new sound that I hear
A noise from above, deep in a tree
Another one there, in some unseen place . . . more
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October 04, 2007 04:03 AM EDT --
One says when, as death hovers to claim
Another victim quashed as remains
Never tasted the fruit of might have been
As harvested seeds become fallow
Hopes and dreams, become the ropes . . . more
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March 02, 2008 04:12 PM EST --
She would draw
The curtains;
Peer through a
Small chink at
The moon; feel
The stark cold
Loneliness
Of the room
Behind; the
Empty cot;
The stillness;
The ghostly
Breath of babe; . . . more
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September 15, 2007 01:35 PM EDT --
my flaco~
maybe a poem just cannot explain this profound loss i feel.
i had to bury one of my family members---my favorite feline friend.
how does one do THAT?
one isn't supposed . . . more
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