Grief is like a moving river, so that's what I mean by it's always changing. It's a strange thing to say because I'm at heart an optimistic person, but I would say in some ways it just gets worse. It's just that the more time that passes, the more you miss someone.
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One Worse Thing
LAST Spring I walked these ways, and a sharp grief walked with me,
For you had broken my heart with a light kiss, carelessly,
And I was young and was new to grief, and could think of no worse thing
Than to walk abroad with a hurting heart and be hopeless in the Spring.
But I am older now, and have lived with grief awhile,
And there's one worse thing than a hurting heart that you have to hide and smile,
For I who know what a hurt heart is, and the thing that grief can be,
I– I have broken a heart with a light kiss, carelessly!
poem by Margaret Widdemer
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Right Before Your Eyes
When the door shuts
Don't worry about me
Its not attention that I want from you
I need you to trust who I'm gonna be
And in everything I'm going to do
Cause I'm not afraid
Of what I don't know
For understanding is all that I earn
What is for sure is I'm gonna to go
I'm gonna to live and I'm going to learn
And I know there will be mistakes that I will make
But I know they're not worse than chances I don't take, take
Right before your eyes I am changing, changing
New life on the inside I am changing, changing
When the door shuts
Its shuts in front of me
A new person that I have become
I follow my heart to my destiny
But living in fear and sorrow is done
There will be no more feeling that I'm all alone
I will surround myself with things that help me grow, grow
Right before your eyes I am changing, changing
New life on the inside I am changing, changing
Right before your eyes I am changing, changing
New life on the inside I am changing, changing
Right before your eyes I am changing, changing
New life on the inside I am changing, changing
Right before your eyes
Right before your eyes
song performed by by Hoobastank
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Hope in Heaven's Day
Grief be mine, I ask you so,
If not for you, I wouldn't know,
How life once was and then be still,
How so precious, that death do steal.
Because that grief, won't go away,
Learn to let it have its way.
The link to love, a precious one,
Is met with grief and still not done.
The days do come, and nights do go,
Grief will stay as time is so.
And so a loved one passes on,
And grief comes in and carries on.
Does grief get better, I will ask,
It's hard to say, while at its task.
There is grief to help us cope,
There is God to give us hope.
Grief will surely go away,
On that glorious heaven's day.
But while its here, there's just one thing,
Pray our Lord, for peace he'll bring.
poem by Arlene Dery
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I Am A Man Overwhelmed By My Own Feeling
I am a man overwhelmed by my own feeling
Wherever I walk I see people I knew
On Yanovsky St. I think of Yosef ben-David
Who so much wanted to live
And who appreciated my caring for him-
Always in Shul on Shabbat near Mincha time
I think of my good friend Moshe Bobrovsky
He was the most optimistic person I have known
He always had time for the degree he was going to get
He will have to get it now in the world to come-
The Holy Teacher David Herzberg always appears to me
When I am at the Kotel
We used to meet there
The highest Torah he would say is the conversation of friends-
Rabbi Pearl with his shulmanship
In French Hill at Ramot Tzion so so many -
Ruth Barness who was so kind to me
In my most lonely years.
I am an old man now
And have had many good friends in my life
I miss many of them
I see my parents long gone
Time and again
It is too much
And I don't want to live in grief
But wherever I walk I see them
And I miss them-
I am a man overwhelmed by my own feeling
And often that feeling is the grief and the missing
Of those I knew in this world
No longer here-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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There Is No Such Thing As An Unchanged I
THERE is not such thing
as a stagnant self,
a flowing river,
a waterfall,
a pouring rain
an evaporating dew
a gone away mist
sunshine falling
a seed sprouting
tendril curling
the winds blowing,
there is no such thing
as an I,
THAT does not change its form
it is the growing I,
THE changing me inside this
ever changing body,
you cannot touch me
only once
and i who is touched
cannot react in one
and the same way
this being, this is not just
a form and a shape
but a process, a journey
in constant movement
in changing ways
never, never fixed.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Changes
All or nothing
Its sometimes lifes between whats undecided
And all for nothing
It seems Im wasting my time
Dont look down on me
Like I dont know anything that Ive been doing
You talk down to me
Its time you take a better look inside
Ill never be the same
Im moving back onto my ways
Im looking for changes into my way
Bow down to me
Taken your pride and stuff it down inside
Vows are ruined
Losing my faith, losing time
Better off you than me
I just cant stand another day when youre in my way
A long time brewing
Its time you kiss your ass goodbye
Ill never be the same
Im moving back onto my ways
Im looking for changes into my way
Ill never be the same
Im moving back onto my ways
Im looking for changes into my way
Ill never be the same
Im moving back onto my ways
Im looking for changes
Ill never be the same
Im moving back onto my ways
Im looking for changes
Im looking for changes
Into my way
Into my way
Into my
song performed by by Godsmack
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Never Satisfied
Where do we go from here
There must be something near
Changing you, changing me forever
Places changes, faces change
Life is so very strange
Changing time, changing rhyme together
Theres no where else to go
This could be our last show
Changing dreams, changing schemes never
We are never satisfied
Love is gone, along with fun
Now were reaching for the gun
Changing cast, changing fast, no more tether
We are never satisfied
song performed by by Judas Priest
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Never Satisified
Where do we go from here
There must be something near
Changing you, changing me forever
Places changes, faces change
Life is so very strange
Changing time, changing rhyme together
Theres no where else to go
This could be our last show
Changing dreams, changing schemes never
We are never satisfied
Love is gone, along with fun
Now were reaching for the gun
Changing cast, changing fast, no more tether
We are never satisfied
song performed by by Judas Priest
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Do You Really Want to Know Me?
if you know what a river is
perhaps you will know a man
i am a man and you will say to the river
i have known a man and i have known a river
there is no way that i will never you in full
you shall brag to the clouds in your mind
they drift
there is no permanence
permanence is an illusion
a river
a cloud
water
air
and this is where we must start
educating air
if you step upon my heart and tell me
i have know everything about you and you must not change and that is what you are
you are wrong
for i am a river that encircles a mountain
but i know a path but the paths do not know me
and so i keep on moving
changing paths and what path was it that you have seen yesterday
is no longer the path now
you must accept you have never known a river
because a river is man
and man is not forever man
he is a river that always escapes the hold of your mind
that frame that has walls
without even the possibility of another opening for stars....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Oldest Thing In London
A thousand landmarks perish,
A hundred streets grow strange;
With all the dreams they cherish
They go the ways of change;
But, whatso towers may tumble,
And whatso bridges fall,
And whatso statues crumble
Of folk both great and small,
The Oldest Thing in London he changes not at all.
The shoutings of the foeman,
The groanings of the slain,
The galley of the Roman,
The longship of the Dane,
The warring of the nations,
The judgment of the Lord
On heedless generations
In plague and fire and sword,
The Oldest Thing in London has known them and endured.
When London wall was builded
And London stone was new,
When first Paul's spire rose gilded
And gleaming in the blue,
Ere Holbein yet was christened,
When no one dreamed of Wren,
And clear the Ty-bourne glistened
And the Fleet was seen of men
The Oldest Thing in London was not much younger then.
New Londons rise like bubbles,
Like bubbles break and pass,
Or some dark dream that troubles
A wizard's magic glass;
A little while they hustle
And glitter in the sun,
And feast and fret and bustle
And chaffer, and have done -
The Oldest Thing in London he sees them every one.
No stones so strong to weather
Sun's heat or winter's blast
But time and man together
May tear them down at last;
The toughest rafters moulder,
The stoutest beams decay,
But he seems little older
From day to changing day -
The Oldest Thing in London that passes not away.
Each day to her, his daughter,
On each returning tide
He brings as first he brought her
Her dower of wealth and pride;
Twice daily, now as ever
At London's feet is laid
By London's ancient river
The burthen of her trade
By London's ancient river -
Way-hay, you London River!
The Oldest Thing in London, whereby was London made!
poem by Cicely Fox Smith
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Chasing Pessimists Away
Pessimists would say that optimism is a gag,
But...
Being optimistic is a good thing to have.
Those who look for troubles got them carried in a bag,
'Cause...
They would rather carry all their troubles that they've had.
Carrying their troubles seeking more of them to nab.
Pessimists would say that optimism is a gag,
But...
Being optimistic is a good thing to have.
Being optimistic is a feeling that could last.
Those who look for troubles got them carried in a bag,
'Cause...
They would rather carry all their troubles that they've had.
And carrying their troubles seeking more of them to nab.
Pessimists would say that optimism is a gag,
But...
Being optimistic is a good thing to have.
Being optimistic is a feeling that could last.
And being optimistic makes those pessimists mad.
And chasing pessimists away should make somebody glad.
Pessimists would say that optimism is a gag,
But...
Being optimistic is a good thing to have.
And being optimistic is much better than the bad.
Being optimistic makes a better day had.
Being optimistic makes a better day had.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let the message go out - a new generation has taken charge of Labour which is optimistic about our country, optimistic about our world, optimistic about the power of politics. We are optimistic and together we will change Britain.
quote by Ed Miliband
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Mother
We've been together since my birth
Never a moment that I miss you in my sight
Your voice is my comfort
Your touch is my security
You are my mentor, my inspiration
You are the light that beacons our home
A very strong but gentle woman
A woman for everything in the family
But times passes by so quickly
Part our ways to have my own
Priorities now got its way
With changing needs and wants
That own country so corrupt cannot give
We bid goodbye part our ways
Toiling in a far away land of milk and honey
Then one day my fear becomes a reality
That the parting becomes forever
Tears are only I can give for I cannot be with you
Mother, I will miss you forever but till then.
Edwin Alba Empestan
Copyright ©2007 Edwin Alba Empestan
poem by Edwin Alba Empestan
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Flowers for a Grave
Flowers for a Grave.
A life time of love gave.
A wonderfall person to miss.
Words left unspoken,
now must stay that way.
I just hope you knew that,
I loved you with all my heart.
Tears escape from my eyes.
Like an ever flowing river.
But it's in silence that I cry.
So no one else can see my pain.
I try to hide it well.
But the truth is my heart is broken.
I miss you and I need you.
Why did you have to go.
All I can do now is leave flowers on your grave.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Moving On
Moving on our way
Moving on our way
I will always remember
Our first days together
It felt like we had known each other forever
We were dreamers
And we were believers
To give up everything
To follow this dream
But one thing that we have learnt is to stand, together as one
And nothing will overcome
And nothings gonna stop us now
Chorus:
Moving on our way
Were moving on in the one direction
Were growing stronger with each passing day
Were moving on ewell always remember
All of our friends all along the way
Moving on our way
Now theres been hard times
As the road unwinds
Weve grown closer
Its been worth all the sacrifice
Times are changing
And I hear what you say
Cantlook at the world
Through innocent eyes
We promise we will never forget the message
Keep the faith as long as youre here
By our side
Well make this music last for all time
Chorus till end
song performed by by 911
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Passing The Night
The night passes in different ways,
I shall call them in other ways.
Thinking of my pride, the state of it is kind,
In your heart is a beating, and all away.
In your heart is hard beating from afar,
Like the night that passes from too much work.
A fast day is about for all to rise to,
Like the only fist of truth, only you.
Of us there are few who matter
Compared to the ones with hearts too successful.
poem by Naveed Akram
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It Is Strange
i find the coming days strange
filled with your silence and i am here feeling so abandoned
pampered once by your words of concern
like i am always showered by your rain
when i was once a vast dryland
with grasses all wilting and animals moving away
searching for water,
it is indeed strange when a day goes away without any word from you
when the night comes as black as tar
and as lonely as a house without its children
moving out to another place carrying with them their
conversations and laughter
and oh even the usual noise
those senseless ones that i begin to miss
because of their absence
i miss you and i will be missing you more for the coming empty days
of my life
i am like a window now always open as
the strong winds come and scatter everything that i have written
the night comes like an empty space of darkness where i surrender
without any word
i sleep and then wake up for another day
when the light stabs my face
piercing my heart
this time every change that comes
is pain
because you are not here anymore and without you
i will be always alone
feeling so abandoned like the shell without its flesh
like the skull without a face
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A grief ago
'There is no grief
which time does not lessen
or soften' -
so said Cicero, a man so often right;
a Stoic, those for whom
all life presents a lesson
to be learned from,
and then, to move on from..
But I wonder about all this:
is grief ever lessened or softened?
Is it not, perhaps, overlaid
in our so various ways?
For some, grief framed and falsified
to ease that grief;
For some, like hyacinths and crocus bulbs,
left in a dark cupboard in the autumn of our grief
to respond to time, and
become at last
themselves?
gently, gently, the covers pulled
over the loving bed,
the true, the pure, the lovely painful grief,
the memory deep cherished,
gently, gently, folded
into the cupboards of the heart
there to be known, without the door disturbed
until the time - 'a grief ago' as Dylan wrote -
the cupboard opened only for love's sake
without grief...:
those carefully folded memories
brought out and loved
and lived a while...
not grief, not grief...but
the pure memory of grief
and behold,
life.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Different People
Things can be broken down
In this world of ours
You dont have to be a famous person
Just to make your mark
A mother can be an inspiration
To here little son
Change his thoughts, his mind, his life,
Just with her gentle hum
So different, yet so the same
Two sisters only have their parents to blame
Its rare that two can get along
But when they do, theyre inseparable
Such a blessing comes to few
The sky is full of clouds and
My worlds full of people
All different kinds with different ways
It would take a lifetime to explain
No ones exactly the same
He and she, two different people
With two separate lives
Then you put the two together
And get a spectacular surprise
cause one can teach the other one
What she doesnt know
While still the other fills a place inside
He never knew had room to grow
Chorus:
Once in a while I sit back
And think about the planet
Most of the time I trip on it
To kick back and think about
How massive it all is
And how many others are one it
I often think about the world
In which I live today, of animals and plants
And natures gift set on display
But the most amazing thing
That Ive seen in my time
Are all the different people
And all their different minds
And different ways
It would take a lifetime to explain
Not ones exactly the same
So many different people
So many different kinds
So many different people
So many different kinds
Look at me, Im a person
Look at me, Im my own person
So many different people
So many different kinds
For better or for worse, different people
song performed by by Gwen Stefani
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Optimistic in Disguise
I don't see the world so bright
I don't dream the hope so high
Indifference is just too much
I'm optimistic in disguise
I loose my mind to fight
They never care I was so right
Stubbornness is just too hard
I'm optimistic in disguise
I don't need so shiny light
Your pride is no use in night
Loneliness is just too sharp
I'm optimistic in disguise
Your words hum like bees
Poison me to be not me
Narrow-mindedness is just too tight
I'm optimistic in disguise
Take your game and leave me might
Have no mercy to give a sight
The blood is just too cold
I'm optimistic in disguise
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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