She smiled with me at a stranger's funeral parlor
I lost my job few days ago
And no way to go?
Just entered to an unknown funeral parlor
And she smiled with me.
I noticed that she holds a white cane.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Funeral Parlor
Sitting in the funeral parlor
On the night before the day
Think i might have left the stove on
Think i might have left the door unlocked
I don't know if
The stores will all be closed when i get out
I don't know if
The chores will all be done when i get home
Sitting in the funeral parlor
Listen to the organ play
What if i forgot the trashcan
What if i forgot to telephone
I don't know if
I wrote the number down in my book
I don't know if
I can stand to stay here one more second
song performed by by Eels
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Still Smiling........
Smiled When Mother Took Me Into Her Arms For The First Time,
Smiled When Saw World Outside The Hospital For The First Time,
Smiled Whenever Went To School,
Smiled Even Being Laughed At....
And Called A Fool....
Smiled When Stood First In The Class,
Smiled When I Wasn't Misunderstood..... At Last!
Smiled When My Poem Was Said Wow!
Smiled When Realised That Only Day Is Today....
And Time Is Now......
Smiled When Got My 'True' Love,
Smiled As I Always Felt We Are Two Doves,
Smiled Even When Came To Know He's Not Mine,
Smiled Even When He Married My Friend.....
And Raised A Toast Of Wine,
Smiled Even When Lost Every Hope,
Smiled Even When Wasn't Able To Cope,
Smiled Even When Knew My End Is Near,
Smiled And Enjoyed Cutting My Nerve.......
No Fear...............
Smiled At Every Moment Of My Life,
Whenever, Wherever And Never Cried.............
But Now, I'm Lying Under A White Cover,
Father Putting Me On Fire.........
With No Blessings Left To Shower.....
People Around Have Nothing To Do With My Death
But Are Crying.........
And I'm............
Still Smiling.................................
poem by Apurva Jain
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My own funeral, I'd like to be laid out in a coffin in my own house. I would like my coffin to be put in the double parlor, and I would like all the flowers to be white.
Unknown
This unknown figure...
This unknown place...
Where am I at anyways?
This unknown feeling that I have,
This unknown pain inside;
I can't run away from.
Unknown heart, Unknown soul,
All unknown and all gone.
Sadden by all of this and all that's left..
Is me with no feeling...
I'm gone and lost and can't find a way out!
I'm an unknown person,
And an unknown girl who can't be seen.
I'm invisible, I'm a nobody,
I'm an unknown figure to people.
I'm gone forever and ever...right?
poem by Jessica Lee
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Nekpokhaeia
a flower car
and what do you prefer
white or red roses? and
the limousine,
black or white?
We may dispense with the surgeons
And the plumbers,
And the upholsterers,
Or the carpenters,
But we need the tailor
If you decide to have
New clothes
To fit his social status
We will provide the drapers,
And the hearse for the transportation,
Of course,
We are discussing your funeral
We go back again
To embalming choices,
10 days or 20 days?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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White Funeral
sitting alone with nowhere to go
ignoring the static from the radio
that interrupts my favorite song
haven’t loved it in so long
some say love is a foolish thing
and although not in all cases
i can’t help but agree
with the smarter majority
so many weddings
just white funerals
a hand to hold
for the rest of her life
open to the bliss
and the carelessness
be careful, more careful
does it still feel right
i’ll apologize in all the places
where i frowned at all the smiling faces
i just wonder if that will be me
with a wedding dress and a history
so much thought in an august moment
i’m living in my favorite season
but winter’s here, and taking control
as we let the rest of our days unfold
so many weddings
just white funerals
someone she barely knows
becomes her life
open to neglect
and disrespect
that comes with the one
she loved last night
i think of someone i know
better than anyone
i think i’ll be more optomistic
when this is done
can’t help but to think
that my white funeral
won’t be a funeral at all
because i know him
she doesn’t know him
so many weddings
just white funerals
but i’m so glad
that won’t be mine
open to his
fuffilled promises
he knows who i am
we’ll be fine
the white funeral is over
the bride’s been burried
in her own mistake
poem by Jade Leven
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Jackie Cane
Jackie cane was everybodys sugar
She gave it all wherever it took her
They used her up before the sell-by date
To be so sweet was her only mistake
The only flower in a concrete garden
Destined to be the rock that wouldnt harden
Jackie cane was everybodys sugar
Shed melt away if only she could of
Taken for granted
Abused and drained
They ran her dry and
Then it never rained
She was the queen
Of the 25th hour
They looked so sweet
But the after-taste was sour
Salty days for jackie cane
song performed by by Hooverphonic
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After School Walk
After lessons at junior school
coming down the bricks stairs
Helen said
can I walk home with you?
Sure
you replied
and she set off with you
along St George's Road
the traffic and smoke fumes
setting the scene
she in her school frock
and cardigan
and white ankle socks
beside you in your grey jacket
and grey short trousers
and she said
I don't usually walk home alone
but mum said I can walk home
with you save her coming along
to the school with the other kids
and pram with baby
you took in
her two plaits of hair
and thin framed glasses
with large lens
which made her eyes
larger than they were
her small hands
by her side
a small school bag
over her shoulder
and did you know
Janice likes you?
Her grandmother
told my mother
the other day
after school
but I like you better
do you like me?
she asked
you noticed
she had small white teeth
with a thin brace
along the top
sure I do
you replied
I like Janice too
but you I like more
and she smiled
and put her right hand
in yours and squeezed it
and you smiled
but hoped none
of the other boys around
noticed the hand holding
after all a tough boy
has a reputation to maintain
and as you squeezed
her hand back
clouds darkened
and it started
to piss with rain.
poem by Terry Collett
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Eyes Of Mr D (Part 5)
Mr D took off his glasses,
and raised his white cane.
He struck the dark figure,
hard with the crook of the handle
in the middle of the back.
The dark figure bends backwards
revealing his mask of death.
Quickly he recovered and twisted around.
He went to strike out at Mr D,
who hooked the white cane
around one leg and pulled.
The dark figure with the mask of death
fell upon the ground.
He pulled a blade from his pocket
that glinted under the moonlight.
Mr D used the cane again
to knock the blade from his hand
into the dark waters of the lake.
The sound of sirens and blue lights filled the air.
The figure with the mask of death
tried his best to flee.
Mr D went after him.
He ran onto the wooden bridge.
Mr D caught him there.
They struggled with each other,
one getting the upper hand for a moment,
then the other.
Mr D finally hit him with his fist.
The figure spun and stumbled against the wooden guardrail.
The rail snapped under the sudden weight.
Into the dark waters,
the figure plunged and disappeared below.
Mr D came off the bridge
moments before the police arrived.
It was over now he said to himself.
The pretty woman waited there for him.
She looked, smiled, and held her hand out
to the man who saved her life.
“How did you know? ” she asked.
“My eyes told me it was going to happen.”
He then went on to explain.
When they were allowed to leave,
they left hand in hand.
“I don’t know your name.” She said,
“And here you save my life.”
He smiled. “Are you sure you want to know? ”
She nodded.
“My name is Henry De Ath,
but just call me Henry or Mr D.
On the far side of the lake,
a figure emerged
from the dark waters of the lake.
He crawled up onto the shore,
and then removed the mask of death that he wore.
He waited for a few moments
while he caught his breath,
and then hurried back to his black car.
He gave a quick glance at the blue lights,
on the far shore,
before disappearing
into the swirl of traffic for another day.
The End……………………..or is it?
poem by David Harris
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For i have never ceased loving
TIME passes so swiftly
i do not notice how this black hair
has turned gray
how these fingers once tight-skinned
have loosened like some used
condoms
if i did not stop for once
and scrutinized
each part of me
how could have i noticed that
i never ceased
loving
despite the fact that everyone had
aged
how could have i noticed that
most of them
have already left
towards the unknown
beyond.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. The Theologian's Tale; Elizabeth
'Ah, how short are the days! How soon the night overtakes us!
In the old country the twilight is longer; but here in the forest
Suddenly comes the dark, with hardly a pause in its coming,
Hardly a moment between the two lights, the day and the lamplight;
Yet how grand is the winter! How spotless the snow is, and perfect!'
Thus spake Elizabeth Haddon at nightfall to Hannah the housemaid,
As in the farm-house kitchen, that served for kitchen and parlor,
By the window she sat with her work, and looked on a landscape
White as the great white sheet that Peter saw in his vision,
By the four corners let down and descending out of the heavens.
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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She's Lost Total Control
So much for the days of glory
It's not like your idols died and are holy now
You cross the street and count to ten
And everyone that mattered went to bed
Or maybe they died
Welcome home
Miss So Unknown
Bet you want it back
They all want it back, but you can't have it
You've lost total control
The sun, it lights the blades of grass
It's not like she knows the difference or cares
She's stupid and cold
Somewhere in the waves of doubt
It's not like she swam awhile, then faded out
So stupid and calm
Welcome home
Miss So Unknown
Do you want it back?
Welcome home
Miss So Unknown
They all want it back, when they want it all back
But you can't have it
You've lost control
song performed by by Ryan Adams
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Aint No More Cane
Aint no more cane on the brazos
Oh, oh, oh, oh...
Its all been ground down to molasses
Oh, oh- oh, oh- oh...
You shoulda been on the river in 1910
They were driving the women just like they drove the men.
Go down old hannah, doncha rise no more
Dont you rise up til judgment days for sure
Aint no more cane on the brazos
Its all been ground down to molasses
Captain, dont you do me like you done poor old shine
Well ya drove that bully til he went stone blind
Wake up on a lifetime, hold up your own head
Well you may get a pardon and then you might drop dead
Aint no more cane on the brazos
Its all been ground down to molasses.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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The School Days are near!
Same shrieking morning alarms,
Same morning fear!
The school days are near, The school days are near!
Sleeping in the bathroom,
From out, Mom shouts, '' DO YOU EVEN HEAR? ''
The school days are near, The school days are near!
So drowsy I am,
Confused, don't know what to wear!
The school days are near, The school days are near!
And entered into the school,
Murmuring silently, '' Oh dear! Oh dear! ''
The school days are near, the school days are near!
And if the first period is Maths,
Not again those equations linear! !
The school days are near, the school days are near!
A look at the load of books,
From the corner of my eye drops a tear!
The school days are near, the school days are near!
Gosh! When will vacations come?
We'll have to wait an year!
The school days are near, the school days are near!
Hoping when we go,
We'll find joy, sheer!
The school days are near, The school days are near! ! : D
poem by HudaM DeGratePoet
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The Unspoken Muse
With fear, comes desire.
In those words you do not speak holds your power.
As the muse will push you to bounds unknown.
Only in dark times are we truly alone.
So their is light.
Even if we are not noticed.
Words will be still spoken.
Embolden by the thoughts of her.
Glistening upon all the emptiness.
A winters bitterness.
A survival of a long trial.
Endured and shared with the world.
Written in stages.
To be read by those through the ages.
The magic in these sages.
Hidden behind a perspective, a view.
It is part of you and everything you do.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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The blind flower-seller
With the cane basket
and the white cane
She comes to the Sunday market
Sitting on the small bench
She sells different colors of flowers
Though she cannot see
By each fragrance of them
She knows the name and the pedigree too?
And I sniff a rare fragrance while passing
that comes from her hidden little-heart flower?
to my deceased poet friend Paddy Martin!
nimal dunuhinga
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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The Good Old days
In those days
The good old days
When I had nothing
to think but long
Black beautiful haired girls
Which once or twice
Looked at me and smiled
Of all these beauties, the one
That caught my attention
Was even the the most beautiful
As beautiful as a gazelle
She strolled into my life
And I became the happiest
One in earth
I can stay for days without food
This love can make one
Go crazy.
And I lost it all, no ambition
No aspiration, no future.
I just want to be with her
No matter what.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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The Last Thing I Need Is You
Oh hey, what a glorious day it's been,
Oh lord, look at the mess I'm in.
My car broke down,
So I waited for a shuttle bus,
It never came, instead, I got the rain...
I broke a hill, I chipped a nail, I lost the dog, How could I feel?
On days like this, on days like this...
The last thing I need is you,
And your black-and-white-views,
Pushing me over,
Making a bad day worse
When ???????????
Hey why can't you see, on days like this,
The last thing I need, is...
Do you ????? what a ????? it's been?
Oh yeah, laugh at the mess I'm in
Hey, what a cheerfull old place to be,
The doctor said, that it's not good for me.
I broke a tooth, I torn my shirt
I lost the zip, of my favorite skirt,
Then you told me... that I was a bore in bed.
The last thing I need is you,
And your black-and-white-views,
Pushing me over,
Making a bad day worse,
What are you, a curse?
Hey why can't you see,
On days like this,
The last thing I need, is...
papapapapa...
papapapapa...
papapapapa...
papapapapa...
The last thing I need is you,
And your black-and-white-views,
Pushing me over,
Making a bad day worse,
What are you, a curse?
Hey why can't you see,
When I'm in a rush, or lost in a cue,
When I need a break, The last thing I need is...
song performed by by Hooverphonic
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051310N you learn from person you meet
i'm watching a gentleman from tee
how he swing his golf clubs today
he goes left and right; searching
two landed on lake; three on tree
he could have lost six or more; easy
he is doing good; very courageous
i gave him some of my orphan balls
when he passed me; he's inviting me
i told him ' i have to practice more'
he looks at me; smiled and walk away
unknown to him i've been playing regularly
i hope he won't lost anymore balls today
poem by Manonton Dalan
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His Funeral Is Mine
He is just a young man,
With little knowledge of his own future.
Little did he know,
His funeral was coming in days time.
Years have passed him by,
And little did I know,
I fell in love with him,
He fell in love with me.
Little did we both know,
Too little.
I figured out from his unhappiness,
His marriage was the day of his funeral.
I know the right thing to do is to stay away from him,
But he's too charming,
He has me locked in his magic spell,
His funeral has become mine.
As I fall asleep each night,
I remember the minutes in his presence,
As I know he is spending the night
With his wife..
poem by Petra Tawfik
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