Mourning
Mourning, morning, our, go, no, mourn, gun, grim;
But an honourable name is better than fine perfume!
Mourning, ring, in, on, rim, run, gum, rum, gin;
But a peaceful mind is what is needed on this love!
So be very wise in the choices that you make.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Ever-Present Ring
Ever-Present Ring
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My Father Lost A Wedding Ring
The One Cherished For 42 Years
It Was Replaced By What I Bought Him
I Bought Him A New Wedding Band
An Ever-Present Of What Was Present
A Marriage Lasting Longer Than Most
What Was Most Important
Was The Symbol Of That New Ring
It Was The Thought That Counted
And What's Counted Was The Years
He Was Married For 44 Years
He Died This Year
From 1968 To 2012 The Marriage Thrived
After Being Married For 44 Years
He Told His Wife, My Mother
That She Was The Only One
The Entire Time He Stayed Faithful
And In Faith Was His Love
As Parting Souvenir, I Will Keep That Ring
Which I Gave Him Last Year
Because The Symbol Of Union
Between Man And Wife
For All Those Blessed Years
Is What Counts
And Now What's Counted Are The Days
Since His Passing On The 27th Of May
A Day Begun In Mourning In The Early Morning
In May Of Heart Break Mourn
I Will Cherish That Ring
That Ever-Present Ring
And I'll Wear It Every Single Day
To Mourn His Passing
A Bond Between Father And Son
In What May Be My Heart
Will Never Break The Mourn.
poem by Ricardo Antunes
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Mourning Train
Mama dont you send me no love this month
cause my heart is all used up
And mama I wanna come home
I wanna get back home
So look out into the morning rain
cause Im on the mourning train
Im bringing down my suitcase now
Im shining up my good shoes brown
cause no-one knows my name
Now, no-one knows my name
So look out into the morning rain
cause Im on the mourning train
Mama look at me now
Oh how I wish
You were around
So many friends I wish
I had right now
Mister you cant hurt me now
Youve got my girl, I still dont know how
But it dont matter now
No it dont matter now
So look out into the morning rain
cause Im on,
Im already on
The mourning train
song performed by by Wallflowers
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Mourning Train
Mama dont you send me no love this month
cause my heart is all used up
And mama I wanna come home
I wanna get back home
So look out into the morning rain
cause Im on the mourning train
Im bringing down my suitcase now
Im shining up my good shoes brown
cause no-one knows my name
Now, no-one knows my name
So look out into the morning rain
cause Im on the mourning train
Mama look at me now
Oh how I wish
You were around
So many friends I wish
I had right now
Mister you cant hurt me now
Youve got my girl, I still dont know how
But it dont matter now
No it dont matter now
So look out into the morning rain
cause Im on,
Im already on
The mourning train
song performed by by Wallflowers
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Sonnet 132: Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me
Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,
Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain,
Have put on black, and loving mourners be,
Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.
And truly not the morning sun of heaven
Better becomes the grey cheeks of the east,
Nor that full star that ushers in the even
Doth half that glory to the sober west
As those two mourning eyes become thy face.
O, let it then as well beseem thy heart
To mourn for me since mourning doth thee grace,
And suit thy pity like in every part.
Then will I swear beauty herself is black,
And all they foul that thy complexion lack.
poem by William Shakespeare
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GoOd MoUrNiNg SuNsHiNe
GoOd MoUrNiNg SuNsHiNe
ItS TiMe FoR YoU To AwAkE AnD SeE ThE DaY
No NeEd To HiDe BiHiNd ThE CLoUdS
YoUr LiGhT I NeEd To ShInE AnD GuIdE My WaY
GoOd MoUrNiNg SuNsHiNe
I NeEd YoU To ShInE BrIgHt
StAy HiGh DoNt BeGiN To LoOsE YoUr LiGhT
EvEn ThOuGh YoU MaY SeE DaRkNeSs
ALwAyS STAy, DoNt LeT Go, NoT WiThOuT A FiGhT
GoOd MoUrNiNg SuNsHiNe
NoThInG In ThIs WoRLd CaN EvEr TaKe YoUr PLaCe
WhEnEvEr I NeEdEd YoUr WaRmTh I WoUlD JuSt LoOk Up
AnD ThErE YoU WeRe, NeVeR FaILiNg To ShOw YoUr FaCe
GoOd MoUrNiNg SuNsHiNe
I WiLL ALwAyS NeEd YoU CaNt YoU SeE
No PlAcE ELsE Do YoU BeLoNg
BeCaUsE YoU BeLoNg In ThIs WoRLd WiTh Me
poem by Frandy Osias Louis
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I've got to worry about Alonzo Mourning, because a year or two ago there was a chance that Alonzo Mourning wouldn't be standing here talking to you. That's the cold reality of it.
quote by Alonzo Mourning
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Mourning Son
Dawn arrives on Golgotha
Shedding light
On the place of the Skull
The Dawn...
Bringing with it
The Mourning Son
The Mourning Son came
Carrying His
Forced Death
on his back
Shunned by those who had loved him
Mock by those he'd shown his love
The Mourning Son rose over the hill
Held only by three nails
Then
Uttered but four more words
Eli! Eli! Lama sabachtani?
Then
The tears
Burning
Stinging
Weeping for those he had lost
poem by Erick Carrasco
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Mourning Air
Did I see a moment with you
In a half lit world
Im frightened to believe
But I must try
If I stumble if I fall
Im reaching out in this mourning air, ohh
Have I got the strength to ask
Beyond the window
I feel this fear alone
Until we have
Total honesty
If I tremble or fall
Im reaching out in this mourning air, ohh
Should I feel a moment with you
To softly whisper
I crave nothing else so much
Longing to reveal
Total honesty
I can feel your touch
Im reaching out in this mourning air, ohh
Im reaching out in this mourning air, ohh.
song performed by by Portishead
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I Mourn 17/03/09
I mourn in the morning
And the mourning continues till evening
Still till night
Even a hearty smile has hidden grief
But when the heart smiles through the eyes it shows
And grief the same
Though you could not tell
You would not notice tears falling from my eyes
How could you conceive my pain
But I still mourn from morning till evening
Night falls upon my anguish
And still I laugh with you as though you bring me happiness
Though misery is all you supply
poem by Rachael Hardy
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Neswar
The King is weeping and mourning for his son,
The Queen is weeping and mourning for her daughter,
But i will remember you always Neswar;
Because you've touched my heart with your sweet love!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Never Mourn At My Funeral
Never mourn at my funeral
Because i'm not dead but sleeping
And relaxing on Abraham's bossom
Never mourn at my funeral
You that come in view to mourning
But within you, you're here to mock
Because my poetry has once expose your secret-deeds
Throw my body where you please
Or let it be dismembered
Never mourn at my funeral
You the insect that bites my daffodils
And you who want my fish to swim on a dry earth
Throw me on a stormy sea
Where Jonah fell
But its a glorious shame
I can never sight the river bank of Joppa
Never mourn at my funeral
You that come in my maker's name
Just to bless my end
Go thy way and search for lust souls
Wear them a garment pure as snow
Before they lie low with me
And journey hell eternal
Never mourn at my funeral
But mourn for we're debtors of death
poem by Adesitimi Taiwo
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Honourable Land
In this our honourable land, we smile while there is torture.
Rain dugs our cheek at early depature,
i forgot its an old culture.
Kirikiri is better than freedom,
i am weary of this kingdom, i thought we have buried sordom,
in it i see no but bordom.
Where is moses, sleep walking is our preacher,
his bell in a cold whisper,
it is not yet winter, yet our smiles geting fainter mourning is sour, morning maybe better
poem by Prince Chibuike
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A Ready Leraner
Give ear to me if you have knowledge,
And hear my words oh wise men;
For my tongue is the pen of the ready writer.
Kiss me and be very warm with my love!
For the peace in your mind is like the joy of my muse;
But, a gift blinds the wise.
My mind is like the knowledge of a ready learner,
For the wise man's eyes are in his head;
And the beauty of an old man is his gray hair,
And like a sweet savour and a noted mind!
But the imagination of a man's heart is very evil from his youth,
And, i am crying out loud now without the moon.
Bread for the hungry and love for the lonely,
Pleasant words are as the honeycomb;
But, i went mourning without the sun.
Along the path of love and along the paths of peace,
But tired and weary in the month of Nisan;
So, tell the opposable thumbs who rules that,
Today, a legend is born in the midst of the people.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Friday Mourning
Friday mourning
I'm dressed in black
Douse the houselights
I'm not coming back
For years I warned you
Through tears I told you
Friday mourning
There comes a time
A flaw that breaks
This very smug mug of mine
This dawn raid
Soon put paid to all the things
I whispered to you at night time
And I will never stand naked
In front of you, or if I do
It won't be for a long time
Look once to me, Look once to me - then look away
Look once to me, Look once to me - then look away
And when they haul me down the hall
And when they kick me down the stairs
I see the faces all lined up before me
Of teachers and of parents
And bosses, who
All share a point of view
"You are a loser"
"You are a loser"
Friday / Friday mourning
Dressed in black
I won't be coming back
Friday / Friday mourning
Dressed in black
I won't be coming back
song performed by by Morrissey
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Mourning in Andalusia
If white is the colour
of mourning in Andalusia,
it is a proper custom.
Look at me,
I dress myself in the white
of white hair
in mourning for youth.
poem by Abu l-Hasan al-Husri
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Light Of Glory
Voices of the living
Faces of the dead
Shadows of their souls
In my head
Spirits walking
to the light of glory
looking down
on a world in mourning
Mourning for the living
not the dead
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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Barachel
My harp is turned into mourning and,
My flute into the wail of weepers!
Because i saw your nakedness and,
Another man took it away.
I gave you my full attention on this love and you left me,
So build your own home and your own city of love over there;
And of your lust that elided this man at last,
Because the dating and the seeking of your love was noted!
Barachel is my lover and i shall not want,
But the very eyes of the light do watch us all;
And a day came and i became the father to the needy,
Because my harp and flute had now turned into mourning!
Oh Barachel, why do this to me at this very hour?
For the muse of your love is now gone to another man.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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My world is beautiful!
My world is beautiful,
My worlds are beautiful,
Always it will,
Life is full of Nature's bounties
My sweet mother caress and
cares me,
Me and my friends, We look beautiful with what she
gave us,
We make our world happy and
beautiful,
Not worrying,
what she didn't give! I and my friends play hide and
seek,
Colourful butterfly,
Hide behind Flowers,
How thrilling to find these flying
flowers, butterflies dancing to my Heart's silent song! Flowers filling perfume to air,
Adding colours to life,
Shining Sun make them bright,
Lonesome dove sings at dawn,
Goodmorning dear,
Wake up and look at the world, sailing clouds say,
' have a nice day'
Gentle breeze keeping us cool,
Plants swing to my silent song! Flowers smiling in my lap,
Filling my heart with joy,
Dove fly around me and sings in
ears,
Look at smiling innocent flowers,
They smile at you, Though you kill them,
Separating their mother,
Listen to silent cry of plants,
Silent mourning of butterflies,
Can't you mourn,
yes now I am mourning and my heart weeps at death of smiling
flowers! Taking oath in presence of my
friends,
'Never will I kill flowers '!
my days will be more happy and
nice,
With playful smile of flowers!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Your Lips II
I want to taste the sweet of your lips like,
The 'Hot-Water Beach'!
For an honourable name is better than fine perfume;
And it is better to have whaty ou can see than,
To wonder after those things which you cannot see!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Imagine
Imagine I am mourning
And all day
Wear the day like darkness
Returning to the map
The insidious streets
A body full of tears
Vibrant
And bright as a jewel
Such things shine
Always after rain
Imagine I was mourning
and the day was a white gown
And each sigh
Winging towards
Heaven
yvette m smith sept 08
poem by Yvette Smith
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