Came 23rd morn May 1963
CAME..23rd MORN May 1963
Daddy the 'First Only True Love' In a Childs Life
The saddest, is a heart that has seen a knife
A dad's death a pain, unexplainable and a strife
Our hair neatly combed and to perfection
Our uniforms neat, mum did not fail satisfation
Holding daddy's hands to school we went
After two rainy days at home, which we happily spent.
We were surely not afraid to innocently say
Daddy dear didn't send us 'yesterday'
He said the rains will make us very ill
Our classmates smiled strangely and stood still.
But our teachers clearly tried to tell us so,
Daddy will not forever be at your door.
As kids 'YOU' wll fail to understand,
Time can be so cruel with the clocks hand.
Laughing and singng so merrily
It was a lovely drive home so joyfully
Kreme Crackers, cheese and tea with dad
Away we went for tap dancing and with dad
It was the day before my cuz 'tita's wedding
Dropped in an hour to see what we should bring
Dad went to a meeting and dinner with friends
But things changed as fate had plans to see it end
It was half past eight when the door bell rang
My aunt stood with our family doctor in hand
My mum was worried when the doctor kindly said
'Ibrahims' got a chest pain and is in hospital bed.
She stood there frozen in deep silent pain
Tears streaming down her personality maimed
Instantly she left, shattered, home i stayed
My aunts, brother, dads friend, went and we prayed
Pacing the floor, no control, so impatiently,
Hugging each other wondering desperately?
A wrist watch, dad gave me a couple of hours ago,
With pink roses, a fragracne so sweet, i loved it so.
Anxiously awaiting for good news, in tears
Feelings of heart beat with uncertainity, deadly fears
Our first man we loved and he loved us so
A wonderful dad the best he did for us, just four
Fatherless kids, so seldom we have heard
Staring painfully at each other with unspoken words
So young in our years we need him so near
And a mum too young surely dad should be here
But Alas, the angels did come so suddenly!
And took him away gently and tenderly.
Our first love of our lives, our shining star
Now gone away to heaven, away and so far
A dad is always in a crowd somewhere,
Watching his kids he loves no matter where.
Enjoying the ice cream cone from Piccadilly,
Riding the bikes along Galle Road carefully
A dad no more, never, no longer we see
Sadly no more never ever with us be
A dad who will not, can no longer do call,
Fly kites at our fancies whenever we call.
A daddy, whom no one, can no longer greet.
When other daddies, teachers, friends do meet.
A daddy we always wished to proudly speak.
Through tears that somehow will forcibly leak.
Years whizzed by and at the end of life's play,
The feelings same the terrible loss did not decay.
As the handsome ebony haired daddy of 'mine
With his silver tongue and magical words so fine
Decades went by the angels came and mum was gone,
Before the rise of one dark gloomy August morn.
Tragedy struck my younger brother an accdent, he was slain.
Then my elder brother's voice stilled our hearts in silent pain.
My sister and i stand together all alone.
With thoughts wondering who will walk alone?
The world a stage that we had our part to play,
Graacefully we bow out when we finish our stay.
Memories that wont set me free
dreams that keep on bothering me
Chains of yester year thats firmly tied on to me
Keeps replaying of that wonderful Memory
Create Date: Saturday, April 17,2010
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With A Childs Heart
With a childs heart
Go face the worries of the day
With a childs heart
Turn each problem into play
No need to worry no need to fear
Just being alive makes it all so very clear
With a childs heart
Nothing can ever get you down
With a childs heart
Youve got no reason to frown
Love is as welcome
As a sunny sunny day
No grown-up thoughts
To lead our hearts astray
Take life easy, so easy nice and easy
Like a child so gay and so carefree
The whole world smiles with you
As you go your merry way
Oh with a childs heart
Nothings gonna get me down
song performed by by Michael Jackson
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Messages
What shall I your true-love tell,
Earth-forsaking maid?
What shall I your true-love tell,
When life's spectre's laid?
'Tell him that, our side the grave,
Maid may not conceive
Life should be so sad to have,
That's so sad to leave!'
What shall I your true-love tell,
When I come to him?
What shall I your true-love tell--
Eyes growing dim!
'Tell him this, when you shall part
From a maiden pined;
That I see him with my heart,
Now my eyes are blind.'
What shall I your true-love tell?
Speaking-while is scant.
What shall I your true-love tell,
Death's white postulant?
'Tell him--love, with speech at strife,
For last utterance saith:
I, who loved with all my life,
Love with all my death.'
poem by Francis Thompson
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Death is when....
Death is when my loved ones must depart
Death is a sharp pain in my heart
Death is this feeling of permanent sadness and pain
Death is when my loved ones have gone away
Death is the call to heaven or hell
Death is an eternal mansion or cell
Death is the lesson i need to learn about
Death is a loss, without a doubt
Death is this unhappy feeling i have
Death is pleasant on my behalf
Death is the day i end my life
Death is when i give up the fight
Death is happiness to the world around me
Death started when i gained my life
Death can be helped along with this knife
Death is where i shall go
Death is close, i kno
Death willl come fast
Death is vast
Death is what i see
Death lives inside of me
Death is joy to me
Death has come for me
Death is gonna take me
Death will stop my misery
Death loves my company
Death ends the pain
Death takes me on that train
Death is near
Death is finally here
Renewed Hope
Renewed hope, follow my actions
Oh, hope of God, keep me true
To my vows and my commitments
To follow and obey only You
Hope that softly touches my heart
Once again, work in my life
Help me help others in their hurt
And, with You, ease their strife
Holy Spirit renew that hope
That once lived within me
That once took me to greatness
Let it once again, quietly be
Lord, take me from my sins
And set my eyes upon You
For all things fade away
In the Light that shines so true
Free my heart from the shackles
That so often bind its love
And give it true strength
The only strength that comes from above
((January 23rd,2001))
poem by Danny Speicher
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What shall I your true love tell?
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What shall I your true love tell,
Earth forsaking maid?
What shall I your true love tell
When life's spectre's laid?
"Tell him that, our side the grave,
Maid may not believe
Life should be so sad to have,
That's so sad to leave!"
What shall I your true love tell
When I come to him?
What shall I your true love tell
Eyes growing dim?
"Tell him this, when you shall part
From a maiden pined;
That I see him with my heart,
Now my eyes are blind."
What shall I your true love tell
Speaking while is scant?
What shall I your true love tell
Death's white postulant?
"Tell him love, with speech at strife,
For last utterance saith:
`I who loved with all my life,
Loved with all my death.'"
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poem by Francis Thompson
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My Kidney, Stoned
Oh the pain, the pain
nearly drove me insane
never felt pain as this
I was stoned literally, stoned
from the bladder up to the kidney
Oh woe! was me
twenty four hours
I lay there in a bed
lovely nurses galore
though their luscious, insidious beauty
did me no good
blinking my eyes to wish the pain away
if I only could
plenty of morphine to ease this drought
' till the next morn
I did roam
to the O.R
the op was a success
although quite the mess
urinating blood for a day or two
I'd never wish this pain
on your worst enemy
so as far as I can see
things will be fine
as long as I keep my diet in line
must sacrifice some foods I love
spinach, shell fish
even some meats
just another pain in life
putting up with
a momentary strife
getting blessed from a doctor
under his knife
poem by Matt Mondschein
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My son's daddy
People say i am a weird person
Never think about my self and my mom
My heart feels hurt and broken
Because i can't let him alone
The man who is sick
A father of my lovely son
Maybe he is not a good man
But, i know he try to be a better man
He feels lonely
and, i feel his pain
Even sometimes i can't handle that pain
I have empathy for him
Not only because he is my love of my life
But also he is my son's daddy
My one and only son
Who needs a form of a good daddy
I try to make my son see on his daddy
That he is a good man
Even is not easy for us
But we try to survive
My Daddy
My daddy was never there for me.
My daddy always drank.
My daddy told me I was worthless and unworthy of his time.
My daddy was the one who made me, but also broke me.
My daddy never came to my birthday parties.
My daddy came to my 5Th grade graduation drunk as can be.
My daddy would walk into my room every night with a belt in his hand.
My daddy was the one who shattered all my dreams.
My daddy wouldn't let me sleep until he hit me.
My daddy would tell me I'm nothing but a piece of crap.
My daddy was the one who tore my life into pieces.
My daddy is not my daddy any more...
He can be your daddy if you'll take him.
That man I called my daddy, he never was truly a daddy.
But he was still my daddy.
poem by Davina Teeling
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By the end of this...
By the end of this poem you will love death
because death is a figure of speech
as heaven and hell
to all that believe
they will be deceived
By the end of this stanza you will love death
you don't see death
he sees you
and who am I to say he?
he, she I don't know
My the end of this line you will love death
Death is your friend
when you are tired and sad
you can summon him
with the flick of a knife
by the end of this word you will love death
death is beautiful
don't deal with the pain
don't deny the beauty
don't sacrifice your life to living
something so insignificant
your ego will kill your pride
Now comes the truth
it was coming all along
Now at the end of this poem
...You love death
poem by Lady Viola Of The Grave
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The Sum
A little dreaming by the way,
A little toiling day by day;
A little pain, a little strife,
A little joy,--and that is life.
A little short-lived summer's morn,
When joy seems all so newly born,
When one day's sky is blue above,
And one bird sings,--and that is love.
A little sickening of the years,
The tribute of a few hot tears
Two folded hands, the failing breath,
And peace at last,--and that is death.
Just dreaming, loving, dying so,
The actors in the drama go--
A flitting picture on a wall,
Love, Death, the themes; but is that all?
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Together- No More
She approached the car
Noticing
His hair was combed neatly
And his seats
Felt damp with mourning
They became louder than before
Then a lot more quiet
As the rain came down
On metal
And defeat
Their hands almost touch
Warmth absent
So she ran off to cry
And as she did
With that last glance
The plates on his car
Illuminate
with a neon show
That say
TRY
poem by Ana Burnhep
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Plain Pain
Ask Caser, what true pain is
A tale of true Pain, A story of his
Doubly pain when stabbed by ones’ own
Dying disgusted and disregarded
Merciless, rejoicing even after he is dead
He dies disturbed; souls like his never are free
Dies with the most unfamiliar words “Et tu, Brute
Death that brings merriness to a mob
A life that has been rob
What a pain it must have been
I for one have seen
A far worse scene
Real pain is that pain that is felt fresh
A would that pierces heart
Is fatal that a skinned flesh
Like a broken heart drowning in wine
True pain is either yours or mine
poem by Nima Tharchen
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Smile
Daddy says "Come and sit on my knee"
Daddy says "You're the only girl for me"
'Cos Amelia, "You're Daddy's favourite girl"
Amelia, "Daddy loves his little girl"
Daddy comes in the dark of night
Daddy say "Don't be scared, it'll be alright"
Amelia, "Daddy hates to see you cry"
Amelia, "You're the apple of Daddy's eye"
Daddy says "Dry your tears and give me a smile"
Daddy says "If you're good I'll hold you awhile"
'Cos Amelia, "You're daddy's precious girl"
Amelia, "Daddy loves to love his little girl"
"Daddy, tell me Daddy,
Is this really love?"
Daddy says "Don't tell Mama what I do to you"
Daddy says "If you do I'll beat you black and blue"
'Cos Amelia, "You make Daddy feel like a man"
Amelia, "Daddy loves you more than Mummy can"
"Daddy, tell me, Daddy,
How can you call this love?"
Amelia
Damn your Daddy to hell
song performed by by Monkees
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A Womans Insight*************1978
i felt a slight twinge in my heart
that deep down burning feeling tearing me apart.
i thought that it would go away
but now i know it's here to stay.
that feeling of when i look at my childs
picture at night.
and i go to her room to make
sure she's allright.
to see that smile upon her face
and i know she's dreaming of satin and lace.
i go back to bed, and all i could see
my little girls eyes burning thru me.
telling me of things that she will need
when she reaches puberty.
then she will reach that stage in life
when she herself will become a wife.
this is the part of life that a parent must bear
this is the part that they have to share.
to give their little girl to another
and wait for her to become a mother.
to see her go through the same stages in life
to have to go thru those struggles and strife.
now when she looks into her little childs eyes
she'll get that same feeling by and by.
and she'll know it was passed down the line.
poem by Louis Rams
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The Friend
Death is a close friend
he hangs his coat up and warms by the fire
even helps around with the house to tend
to all that must be done before he departs and takes you higher
death is fully known
he has an air of certainty
and certainly
I welcome him into me
I'd accept my fate with glee
But Life, Life is the stranger
unexpected, uninvited, uncertain, fraught with danger
Life could be good or evil; the doubt of what is to come
the doubt of the future
all dreams this life could defer
all hopes this life could kill
all love it could will
into death and yet all happiness it may bring
to make even the saddest heart sing
but i take not the risk
and i invite death, that which
is certain and he who is known
Death, o Death you are welcome in my home
poem by David Knox
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Dont Cry Daddy
(words & music by scott davis)
Today I stumbled from my bed
With thunder crashing in my head
My pillow still wet
From last night tears
And as I think of giving up
A voice inside my coffee-cup
Kept crying but
And ringing in my ears
Dont cry daddy
Daddy, please dont cry
Daddy, youve still got me and little tommy
Together well find a brand new mommy
Daddy, daddy, please laugh again
Daddy ride us on your back again
Oh, daddy, please dont cry
Why are children always first
To feel the pain and hurt the worst
Its true, but somehow
It just dont seem right
cause evry time I cry I know
It hurts my little children so
I wonder will it be the same tonight
Dont cry daddy
Daddy, please dont cry
Daddy, youve still got me and little tommy
Together well find a brand new mommy
Daddy, daddy, please laugh again
Daddy ride us on your back again
Oh, daddy, please dont cry
Oh, daddy, please dont cry
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Wrinkles and Grey Hair (Children)
Mommy's getting wrinkles.
Daddy has grey hair.
It wasn't very long ago
when those things weren't there.
Wish I could smooth the wrinkles out
and darken Daddy's hair
to stop the changes going on.
It makes me feel so scared.
Grampa, does it mean they'll die?
They have wrinkles and grey hair!
I never used to worry
before those things were there.
Grampa said to look at him.
There were lots of wrinkles there,
and on his head, a snowstorm
was the color of his hair.
'Wrinkles only come to point
where smiles were, here and there.
It's your mommy's turn to get some
for the happy times you've shared.'
His white, and Daddy's grey hair
well, it was there to show
who had lived the longest time
so everyone could know!
Grampa said it's part of life.
We love, we learn, we live.
We earn grey hair and wrinkles,
they're prizes only God can give.
Pray for your daddy girl
Pray for your daddy girl
Your daddy just sick
Pray for your daddy girl
Before he go and get another hit
Pray for your daddy girl
So it can all be over with
Pray for girl
Mama wait, answer this
Why when I keep on praying he keep on doing the same ole bull shit
What is a five minute high better than what we give
You keep telling me to
Pray for your daddy girl
But when I do
My prays never come true
Pray for your daddy girl
All good things will come to you
I love him and thats a fact, but does he loves me more than he love crack
Pray for your daddy girl
Pray for your daddy girl
Pray for your daddy girl
Pray for your daddy girl
poem by Melissa Haynes
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New Year's Morning
Only a night from old to new!
Only a night, and so much wrought!
The Old Year's heart all weary grew,
But said: The New Year rest has brought."
The Old Year's hopes its heart laid down,
As in a grave; but trusting, said:
"The blossoms of the New Year's crown
Bloom from the ashes of the dead."
The Old Year's heart was full of greed;
With selfishness it longed and ached,
And cried: "I have not half I need.
My thirst is bitter and unslaked.
But to the New Year's generous hand
All gifts in plenty shall return;
True love it shall understand;
By all y failures it shall learn.
I have been reckless; it shall be
Quiet and calm and pure of life.
I was a slave; it shall go free,
And find sweet pace where I leave strife."
Only a night from old to new!
Never a night such changes brought.
The Old Year had its work to do;
No New Year miracles are wrought.
Always a night from old to new!
Night and the healing balm of sleep!
Each morn is New Year's morn come true,
Morn of a festival to keep.
All nights are sacred nights to make
Confession and resolve and prayer;
All days are sacred days to wake
New gladness in the sunny air.
Only a night from old to new;
Only a sleep from night to morn.
The new is but the old coem true;
Each sunrise sees a new year born.
poem by Helen Hunt Jackson
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New Heart
Tears everywhere....
Hope that smile will appear after that
A little girl heart just wanna to write
Nothing to do with others
Only trying to learn
Only trying to speak
With her sincere heart
Finally she found true love
Love without asking someone to return
True love means share
True love means understanding
True love means that you love without asking
True love means sacrifice
Feels hurt
Feels rude
Feels unfair
But it's true love
And it means universal
Use your heart not your eyes
If you are looking for true love
Thanks to friends
Thanks to my mom
Thanks to my brothers and their nice wife
Thanks for my sister in law
who gave to my mom a wonderful nephew
Thanks for my uncles and my aunties
who stand beside me when my daddy passed away
Thanks for my husband who share tears on our sadness day
Thanks for neighbors and friends who give me a ride and foods
when i don't have enough money without push me to be a beggar
That shows me the unlimited of true love
I feel lucky to have many true love in my life