One by One...
If I should disappear one sudden night,
Escape, take flight, cast off my chains
And venture out one final time
Into the darkening light,
To leave this sinking hulk behind
Mired fast in weeds, and shallow deeds
That never now may be undone;
Take heed, I pray, who loved me once –
Death takes us, one by one!
If once you speak, but never get reply,
Though my eyes stare, not having said goodbye
When all that moved me, once, has gone
To join in common history the fate of everyman…
Don’t cry for me, for I am well content;
A life, lived, loved, and now made more complete
By ending thus, as everything must end.
No – save your tears for those I leave behind,
Grief is for the living, not the dead and blind!
And if you need some final words from me
To give you hope, some ultimate destiny,
As each one passes from this mortal stage, I say
‘Have faith! ’ - as you, too, approach the end of days.
Be calm, accept, and we shall all be saved,
Just as the servant, taking back the keys of life
Confronts the Master he has served, in every faith,
And hears the words: ‘My son, you’ve done us proud! ’
Gives back the key, and takes from him the shroud.
5 June 2005
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Being Dead
They came to her to tell her that she was dead-
passed away in her sleep.
But, ' she retorted, this must be a dream
and cannot be so-
I'm not dead-perhaps still asleep.'
'No', they said, 'dead and nothing to be done;
acceptance not denial is what is requiews here.'
She felt her arms and said 'See I am alive, still here.'
'Illusion.' they said The dead always try to keep the illusion of life
because that is all they know
life is gone from you now, the book is closed.
'This is absurd; ' she said 'let me out of here.
I am alive, not dead and gone'
'There is nothing to stop you leaving they said, ' he said 'you can always leave life you understand is but a tree with death as it final branch.
She got up and walked to what looked like a door paused opening it gingerly blinded by a briight white, so she shut it again turning to face again to her interlocutors.
'What is going on where am I? ' she said.
They ignored her whispering among themselves finally facing her, one of them saying;
'We can give special dispensation and perhaps...'
She interrupted him, 'Special dispensation, what is that? '
'Well' he said 'you can go, leave here if you like, but only for three days and if…'
If, if what.' she said.
'in those two days you can walk among the living but they will not be able to see or hear you
and if you can some how communicate with them,
make your self feel alive to them
and they want you to come back,
then you can perhaps go back, go back among the living,
That will be permanent until you die again,
understanding, of course, that in time
we all die.'
Convince them? How can I do that if they cannot hear or see me?
'Well you can go among them, ' one of them explained
'and even though they will not be able to hear or see you,
your spirit will be present and that will be the trigger among them
signaling their desire for your return,
then that might make your return possible.'
'Not see or hear me, ' she said 'but how then will I be able to convince them I am alive? This makes no sense.'
'Oh yes it does. You have to get them to conjure you in their memory, wish you were still alive, remember you fondly,
wish you were still with them after all this time.'
'All this time? ', she said.
How long have I been dead? '
'Well now they said 'it has been over five years now.'
'Five years! ' she said incredulously.
'Yes five years.' he said.
'I know people forget, even loved ones can forget
you after five years, and they go on with their lives.'
'Yes, our point exactly, ' he said, 'then you are not only dead but not remembered, and being not remembered is true death'
Do you want to go, go back
understanding that if you fail,
your death will then be death true final test? '
She paused thinking how hurtful it would be
if she could not get anyone to conjure her memory..
'What happens' she said 'if I succeed and some one remembers me and wants me back? '
'That is the point someone can remember you yourself may not want to come back. That part is important.'
'And, ' he said 'you may not want to go back. If you do go back there might be loved ones who have moved on with their lives.'
.
'What about my husband, has he moved on? ' she said?
They did not answer.
'We can tell you nothing. These things you will have to find out for yourself.
Some, ' he said 'find out and want to come back here. Each is different-take your time.
She stood thinking about what to do.
To be continued
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Goodbyes
Words we don't like to say
situation where it garnish them
some happy, many sad, few the final ones
words and tears just hurt the mood
either a simple or a long time
hugs, kisses, hand shakes, trades of numbers
will you ever see them again, soon or later
time tells us when and where, sad or happy times
airports, bus stations, by the car, at funeral
no matter where you are, those words are hard to say
Soldiers off to war, kids to college, to a new life
you never know what lies around the corner
just to say those words just makes you miss them more
wait to say hello and welcome back
but for now i leave you with these final words
Goodbye, see you real soon, love you
poem by Michael Peterson
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A Toast For You and Yours
Your words,
Tore out,
My still beating heart,
And ended all my hopes.
I prayed,
I wished,
I begged,
I hoped.
But here's to you,
May you find,
Happiness,
And joy.
I'll raise my glass,
In one final toast,
To you,
And yours.
One final toast,
Before I,
Walk out of this life,
And leave everything behind.
Put away,
That mask,
I've worn,
Since we met.
Never to leave,
The shelf again.
To be sealed,
In a bunker of lead.
I put all my faith,
In this heart of mine,
Without it,
Without you.
I can not go on,
Tore my heart,
Out of my chest,
Trying to dull the pain.
The letters,
I've written,
Will never,
Be sent.
Aching lonely heart,
Yearning for release,
Yearning for an end,
To love.
One final quickstep,
I must dance,
And then I shall,
Waltz out of this life.
Move on,
To the next,
Lonely road,
And empty heart.
Put on,
Another neon mask,
And paint my face,
Again.
Those three words,
Haunt me so,
Would they,
Have made a difference?
If I had uttered,
One more stanza,
In the great ballad,
Might she have cared?
Might it have made,
A difference,
To someone?
To anyone?
Would this epic,
Be any longer,
If the candle,
Burned slightly brighter?
Should I have,
Doused the fires,
Of passion,
Before they consumed me?
What is left,
Of this burning heart,
Except cinders,
Ashes and broken shards.
Just what I'm,
Going through,
No one,
Can understand.
And I loved you,
Yes I loved you,
I needed you,
With all of my heart.
Some try to tell me,
Thoughts they cannot defend,
Just what you want to be,
You will be in the end.
I raise my glass,
In toast,
To you, your happiness,
And to your heart.
May I find forgiveness,
Down the next road,
On the next night,
In the next black abyss.
Black storm clouds,
Sweep over my mind,
And rain mingles,
With my tears.
Hello to you,
Hello to you,
A toast to you,
A toast to you.
A toast for life,
A toast for death,
A toast for masks,
To hide the pain.
Drown my sorrows,
In tears,
And rain.
Hide it away.
You came,
Like a leaf,
On the winds,
Of love.
And blew away,
My world,
And,
My heart.
Pain never fades,
Only dulls,
Always there,
Like cancer in the heart.
When evening falls so hard,
No one will take my side.
When darkness comes,
And pain is all around.
This epic ballad,
Of love and hate,
Victory and defeat,
Draws to a close.
Please don't cry,
If I'm,
Not back again,
This time tomorrow.
Life eventually,
Passes us by,
Leaves us to meander on.
Through troubled lives.
This ballad,
To love,
Is my final tribute,
To her and hers.
Before I walk,
This road forever.
Before life goes on,
Never ending.
The stanzas of my love,
For you,
Draw to a close,
And leaves only emptiness.
My pen,
Has written the story,
Your mind has read.
And our hearts still ache.
Liam Dudgeon2008 ©
poem by Liam Dudgeon
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The Final Goodbye
The Final Goodbye
Time after time we have to say the final goodbye
To someone we deeply care about
*
Time after time we have to pay our last respect to the dead
Is there a lesson to be learnt
*
Is it the pain of everlasting departure
Or the gain of joy that we
Showed love and care
While you were there
Is that the lesson to be learnt
*
I feel a sense of emptiness now that you are gone
And after all has been said and done
I know that this life must still go on
*
I loved you
I respected you
I was privileged to share precious moments with you
I miss you
You are bigger than a princess
In my eyes you were the queen
But I am happy because
I am taking away beautiful memories of you
That's the lesson you have taught me
*
With this I say the Final Goodbye
Goodbye my Dear
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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The Other Warrior
taking the victory, let none escape
ensuring no vengeance takes shape
through murder, pillage and rape
basking in glory, steal the prize
never seeing the pain which lies
behind blind, defeated eyes
mired in mud, join in cacophony
heart hard, black and ugly
ignorant of the final irony
bathing in blood, exalt in battle
sword slaying enemies like cattle
never hearing your own death's rattle
poem by Aaron Brown
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Remember me
Remember me
But do not weep
As you approach
My own grave stone.
For once I lived
and though feared death
Still wrote this dirge
That swims your head.
And though I lay
Below your feet
I am so glad
That we could meet.
That I may speak
As dead men do
Though silently
Right next to you.
And so with these
My final words
I hope that you
Can tell the world
That I once lived
And thought and played
And worried of
My final days
And found no hope
And found no peace
So found no point
To just deceive
But rather say
That though I'm gone
I beg of you
To sing my song
So I may rest
Though not in peace
That someone does
Remember me.
poem by William Blake Beckett
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Hold back the night
Hold back the night. Let not the light
fade and disappear from view
I still have duties yet to do.
Hold back the night I’d fain put right
and leave with honour shining bright.
Mistakes I made as all men do.
before I bid this world adieu
and then accept the fall of night.
I’m truly not afraid to die.
Because I know I’ve done my best
and that is all a man can do.
I hope I’ll be remembered by,
when finally I’m laid to rest.
Those who I loved, who loved me too.
16-Jun-07
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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The garden
I couldn’t take my eyes off the scene
As it was unusual for me to have seen
The death of son who was born some hours back
Everybody in home were stunned and in shock
The garden comes to life when season comes up with flowers
It was evident from the fact that earth had enough of rain showers
My garden too was blessed with arrival of beautiful baby
We all had prayed for it so song and became so much happy
The happiness was short lived as child breathed little
We all tried hard but he breathed for a while and failed to settle
This was totally unexpected and sent us in shock waves
He brought the hopes for short while and caved in
I was given no room to think about the sad departure
The child was our great hope for the future
Even though I had daughter and son in family
The child was welcome and we missed him sadly
If all the flowers in garden boom freely and survive
No one may have faith in god and believe
Some flowers fade early and some stay for longer
It is philosophy of life that we all are stage actor
I consoled self and left it to the best counsel
Even though it was difficult to come out and feel well
I gave final look at the dead son and dropped few tears
The grief was proving difficult and taking me over
I know it is very difficult to bear and act
It is not in our control also to deny the facts
Life is temporary stage and one will have to leave
There is no other option and we got to believe
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The sum of all his days
Lord, is this what life is really all about?
We get to You all wrinkled and so worn out
Is life what we have become on our last day?
All weakened and plagued by senile decay
My child, this is not so, I'm pleased to tell you
That I don't see your loved one the way you do
His life before me in panorama displays
And I see him as the sum of all his days
From his final sigh right back to his first breath
All is seen by me when he passed through death
I see the babe giving his parents delight
And the small boy growing up so fair and bright
The young lad entering his turbulent teens
Coming to terms with his inherited genes
All through his adulthood I see him going
Forming new friendships and life overflowing
You see the aging process making him old
But before me I see his whole life unfold
Each second and each moment of the years
I can see his exuberant joys and tears
Then on that final day as in death he lay
I see one who has walked with me all the way
The sum of all his days is what I can see
In your loved one who is standing before Me
And now with Me as his new life he begins
One that is not marred by the effect of sins
Sicknesses and sorrows shall no longer be
For he is now living in heaven with Me
When It Hurts The Least
I will leave you with tears crawling down my face
I will leave and it will feel like moving to hell from grace
I will leave because i cannot bear your distance
I will leave because life just wont give us a chance
I will leave knowing i have done everything i could do
I will leave owning nothing but our memories and your photo
I will leave with the last bit of pride left in me
I will leave but first i will unlock my heart and set you free
I will leave and it will tear me apart not looking back
I will leave, wave goodbye and my life will slowly turn black
I will leave knowing i was the luckiest victim of your love
I will leave missing every kiss and touch and all i can no longer have
I will leave but i hope you know i am compelled to
I will leave but i will be devistated as i worshiped you
I will leave though it hurts like mad to be forbidden from your sight
I will leave but your lost reply will kill me when i summon you every night
poem by Ayesha Sartawi
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Held Accountable
We all are held accountable
On the things we do in our life
From the deeds we do, and the words we say
And from the actions that we leave behind.
As our paths they cannot be forgotten
Nor the walks or the steps we have taken
And the things we done or felt or said
They will become the future that we have been making.
As a rock that is tossed into the ocean
And as it hits upon it’s surface
The ripple effect for that rock has began
Then later we will see its effect and its purpose.
And we too are all held accountable
As that is the way that it should be,
From the things we done and the words we said
As that will become part of our history.
We all are held accountable
For our endeavors that became our past
And should we not also be made to stand up and own
All our actions and deeds that formed and shaped our life.
We must stand up and accept our past
As that is the way that it truly should be
So we can't run or even hide away
Like life, that is our destiny.
As one day we all will be held accountable
From the deeds and actions that we have done
So we must be prepared to accept them all
As like from death, from it we cannot run.
So watch the steps that you do take
And think closely on the path you do choose
As that will be the destiny you chose for yourself
And one day it will come back to visit you.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Goodbye, My Love
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, my love,
Its time to say goodbye.
Remember me for the fun we had,
Remember me for our love.
Be proud that we loved and loved so well
Dont listen to people who speak from hell.
Tears, yes, but lets not be too sad,
Lets hope it wont be all that bad.
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, my love,
I guess its goodbye.
The rivers may flow and the trees may grow
But its not the same without you.
You said life isnt so bad after all,
Keep living for us two.
The sun goes up and the moon fades away
But its not the same without you.
Tears, yes, but dont be too sad,
Lets hope it wont be all that bad.
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, my love,
Its time to say goodbye.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Goodbye, My Love
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, my love,
Its time to say goodbye.
Remember me for the fun we had,
Remember me for our love.
Be proud that we loved and loved so well
Dont listen to people who speak from hell.
Tears, yes, but lets not be too sad,
Lets hope it wont be all that bad.
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, my love,
I guess its goodbye.
The rivers may flow and the trees may grow
But its not the same without you.
You said life isnt so bad after all,
Keep living for us two.
The sun goes up and the moon fades away
But its not the same without you.
Tears, yes, but dont be too sad,
Lets hope it wont be all that bad.
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, my love,
Its time to say goodbye.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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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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A suicidal way
I wished if I were dead
The sentence could easily be read
Where it can take us or lead?
It can’t work out even if you plead
Once that idea enters mind
You can’t think easily and find
You may develop defeatist tendency
It may add up to more frequency
You act as living dead
You loose the sense to feed
You have no desire to continue
You may be perturbed all the times over new avenues
How does develop the suicidal tendency?
Does that lead a person to ask for mercy?
He may think of ending all of sudden
He is occupied in mind with worries laden
Sometimes you think of pulling trigger
Go for shoot out by holding dragger
It is no easy task to go for such move
There may be apprehensions which needs to be removed
Person lies in bad and think of ending life
He may not think of family including wife
He has only one reason to be taken care off
Everybody may be looked upon by him as wolf
What affects your way of living?
Why do think of ending life or leaving?
Does that end up in positive or relieving?
What influences or leads in believing?
He thinks this can be easy escape
He can end to enter another world and shape
This is stupid way of thinking
You may only end up in kicking
You may be made laughing stock
The ticking may never stop in clock
It may move on with time ceaselessly
Nothing may end but move on continuously
You may leave behind enough sufferings
People may show some courtesy with little offerings
They may pass through critical phase
Nothing will be left for them from memory to erase
It will be deep scare on their mind
From nowhere peace can ascend and be kind
They may not be able to accept or rescind
They may face dark future which may make them blind
It is not final destiny or end of the road
You may be laden with heavy load
It is your duty to come out with solution
You must have fine approach with strong resolution
No one can take you to safety or on the shore
You must think twice positively and explore
It may lead you to some satisfactory way
You will have some alternative and final say
Prayers can offer best solution and solace
It is last refuge to go and seek advice
Leave everything to almighty and wait for blessings
Everything will move smoothly and nothing will go missing
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Look Ahead
When you get to the bottomless pit
of where you think you are,
Then the only way there is for you
is up, up close to a star.
Just pick one out and watch it shine.
Look at it and stare.
It will remind you, you'll go on
for it's gone and its light's still there.
The journey back up is how we grow
and find a power within
to teach us what we came to learn,
of what it takes to win.
It takes faith and hope and mostly love
to step up from despair.
One rung at a time on the ladder of life
is like a daily prayer.
And eventually as you reach the top
and look back down below,
You'll understand that life on earth
is a time we will all outgrow.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Do You Remember?
I left my life with you, do you remember?
That hollow day of sharpened rain and even sharper words.
Each step I took away from you, each leaden pace, defeated me.
Your voice, once soft and lyrical, now cold and forged from steel.
I left my heart with you, do you remember?
The days of love we'd shared lay smashed and littered with accusations.
Those eyes in which I'd often bathed, now but a swollen tempest,
Your smile, which made the Sun shine bright, now turned to blackened stone.
I left my dreams with you, do you remember?
Sweet promises we'd made, of carefree days and endless love,
Now turned to words that liars speak, meaningless and empty.
Your touch, once warm and gentle, now sharp as razor blades.
I left my faith with you, do you remember?
The trust entwined with love and understanding,
Now mixing with the sodden earth to build a final resting place.
Your kiss, once sweet with promise, now poisoned with Goodbye.
I thought that you would seek me out one day, and bring my treasures back to me,
But No!
I've lived bereft of life
I've lived with silence in my breast
I've lived with black and dreamless sleep
I've lived a faithless, loveless life.
I left it all with you.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
poem by Owain Glyn
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No More Tears (feat. Na Na)
No more tears
on my own again
I never say goodbye
Here I am
I feel like a hurricane
but upside down
I move like in M.A.D.
to every sound
trembling before you
cause I'm going down ...
My last stand
is all that I'm hearing
will I ever find
an answer to what I have
on my mind
thousand yard stare
cause I'm going down ...
No more tears
on my own again
I never say goodbye
I will be just fine
You're still on my mind
Will you ever tell me why
Aiming high
I turn from the light
and I am on my way
falling into the darkness
I can't stay
There's no escape
and I am going down
Final try
I'm back from the other side
and right on time
to once and for all claim
back what's mine
the future is bright
and I won't go down
No more tears
on my own again
I never say goodbye
I will be just fine
You're still on my mind
Will you ever tell me why
No more tears
on my own again
I never say goodbye
still on my mind
Will you ever tell me why
No more tears
on my own again
I never say goodbye
I will be just fine
You're still on my mind
Will you ever tell me why
(x2)
song performed by by E-type
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In Death, My Final Part
A tower grim; a glowering darkness,
And only brown of red the other hue
– I saw it in the distant eyes –
And yes, He knew, but focussed only
On the mortal soul of mine –
After all, He had a role to play,
And wine: my shivering blood to quaff!
If only I could Him betray –
To break the seal of destiny;
Escape the lone cacophony
That emanates from wailing minds!
Damn the fate of His – it awes and blinds!
But oh! the mighty hammer strikes a toll;
The slow approach of Him upon the knoll
Commences exudation of a dying heart.
Endorsing all, I honed my final part.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Life's Too Short
I let you escape, slip through my fingers
We made our mistakes, but memories linger
Each time I turn a corner I swear I see your face
But I'm standing here alone in the wonder
What I really needed, what made me run away?
Was it just somebody's spell I was under
(Chorus)
We all love on borrowed time, tomorrow's flying blind
And life's too short to be living without you
You laughed at my jokes, broke down my defenses
It's like my heart just awoke, and brought back my senses
I've got my motor running, it's all that I can do
Cause every road I'm taking, is leading back to you
Repeat Chorus
We all love on borrowed time, tomorrow's flying blind
And life's too short to be living without you
And life's too short
And life's too short
I give in I can't go it alone, yeah I'm done now I know that you're gone
I need someone to save me and life's too short, too short
I give in I can't go it alone
Life's too short to be living without you
Life's too short
I give in I can't go it alone
Life's too short can't be living without you
Life's too short
I give in I can't go it alone
I can live without you
Life's too short
I give in I can't go it alone
Life's too short to be living without you
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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