At The Funeral They Cried
At the funeral they cried,
So much sadness pouring out, it was a surprise
To know they’d hated her whilst she was still alive.
But so it goes, the bottled up years of grief given relief,
The pain of loss, that bollocking from the boss,
All those months of feeling cross
And times you had to lie,
All, all comes pouring out
In one long cry.
At the funeral they tried
To think of the woman who’d died,
But found they cried most easily
For themselves.
Coz they didnt care for me,
The woman that died.
poem by Charlotte Marie Peachey
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What Have They Done To Me
What have they done to me
To the air that I breathe and all I see
Diseased and abused and alone
Tell me what have they done to me
They took everything I had
And crushed it all into dust
Erased all my names so I would seem
So lost
So lost
So lost
I pulled myself from my woman
To wander through the night
I'm a long, long way from emptiness
So step aside
Am I to feel alive
Am I to feel alive
Am I to feel alive
But I nearly died
Am I to see the light
Am I to see the light
But I cried
For so long
So long
What have they done to me
To the birds that sing, yeah the simple things
I held all my curses
I can't seem to rest
But it's alright
It's alright
They took from me all that one could take
My children
My loves
My orchards of tears
It's all been borrowed so we must say
They sit in the kingdom of light
And now you know how one can be
As free as one could wanna be
Cause time won't let you walk away
Time won't let you be afraid
So don't be afraid
For too long
Too long
Am I to walk alone
Am I to walk alone
Am I to walk alone
But I nearly died
Am I to see the light
Am I to see the light
But I cried
Am I to walk alone
Am I to walk alone
Am I to walk alone
But I'm almost home
I might seem alive
I might seem alive
But I nearly died
I might seem alive
I might seem alive
I might seem alive
But I nearly died
Am I to walk alone
Am I to walk alone
Am I to walk alone
But I'm almost home
Yeah, I'm almost home
I might seem alive
I might seem alive
I might seem alive
But I nearly died
Yeah, I nearly died
So long
song performed by by Zwan
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Interment
Funeral.
A young man died in his sleep he was 49 years old, with my aged eyes
he was boy too young to die. I don't know the medical reason for his
early demise, think it has to do with burst blood vessel in the brain.
I went to his funeral last Sunday it was a sunny noon and thought at
least heavens could have cried. I didn't know him, but had hoped to
meet his sister, whom I adore, telling how sorry I was for her loss; but
the whole family was there in common grief, I wouldn't intrude in their
unhappiness. I spoke to a friend of hers and asked her to extend my
concern, I wanted her to know that I had been there to show respect
and that I cared. But could not escape the gnaw of guilt in my heart,
hadn't it been for her I might not have attended.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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A Crying Monk
Once there was a monk
with peaceful mind without junk.
At funeral, he usually preached,
pacifying the people with grief,
saying one would leave,
when one's life ceased,
crying and weeping was no need,
Buddha's teaching one must heed,
One's karma would lead
to either heaven or hell indeed.
One day, the monk's mother died sudden death.
He cried violently without catching the breath.
The funeral attendents consoled him,
to stop wailing and tear flowing.
He said it couldn't help,
he now experienced sorrow and grief by himself.
If i Died Today
If idied today i would cry
i would cry for all the time i spent being sad
when i could have been smiling
if i died today i would weep
i would weep for all the love i never felt
when i was alive
If i died today i would be sad
sad that i never really got to feel special,
loved and cared for
If i died today it would break my heart
break my heart for all the times i have cried,
cried because i was in pain
if i died today i would be regretful
regretful for all for all the time wasted on vanity
and worrying what other people will think of me
if i died today i would forgive myself
forgive myself for being my best enemy
forgive myself for hating me so much
if i died today i would be devasted
devasted that i never really got to appreciate,
appreciate myself
if i died today i would feel lost because,
i have never really known
or found myself
if i died today i would miss me
i would miss me because i forgot all about mealong time ago
if i died to day i would cry for me.
poem by Elizabeth Jacqueline Mpanga
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When I Heard That You Died
I couldn’t bring myself to go to your funeral.
I couldn’t look at your lifeless body, because it wasn’t you.
It was an empty shell, the empty shell of my best friend.
I couldn’t look at your peaceful face without crying, and I had cried enough.
I cried a lifetimes worth of tears when I heard that you died.
So, I couldn’t bring myself to go to your funeral.
But I did go down to the river, remember?
Where we liked to play and relax when we were younger.
I went down to the river and threw a flower in the water.
I watched it get sucked under and dragged away, and I thought of you flying up to heaven.
A brief smile crossed my face, until the tears once again began to cloud my vision.
Happy you are safe, but sad to say goodbye.
So, it turns out, even though I couldn’t bring myself to go to your funeral,
The tears will come, and will always come when I think about this day.
The day when I heard that you died.
poem by Rachel Brewer
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My Daddy saved me!
We almost lost you that day
The river swept you away.
But I saw and heard you shout
and dived in to pull you out.
'My Daddy saved me, ' you said
as I tucked you into bed.
My tears came pouring down
and praised God you did not drown.
The tears flowed unceasingly
as I hugged you close to me.
'Thank You so much, Lord' I cried
'for today she could have died.'
How dreadful my life would be
if you'd been taken from me.
But praise God I that can say
He let me keep you that day.
Now many years have flown by
and I look at you and sigh.
For God has allowed me to see
The woman you've turned out to be.
Johnny Was (feat. Guru)
[Bob Marley (attributed to Rita Marley)]
(Wo-o-o-o! Wo-o-o-o! Wooo!)
Woman hold her head and cry,
'Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
From a stray bullet.
Woman hold her head and cry;
Explaining to her was a passerby
Who saw the woman cry (cry)
Wondering how can she work it out,
Now she knows that the wages of sin is death, yeah!
Gift of Jah is life. (life)
She cried: Ah-um, I - I know!
"Johnny was a good man," I - I know! (never did a thing wrong)
"Johnny was a good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good,
good, good, good man", (Johnny was good man)
she cried - she crie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ied!
Wo-ooh! Woman hold her head and cry,
As her son had been shot down in the street and died
Just because of the system. (system)
Woman hold her head and cry;
Comforting her I was passing by.
She complained, then she cry:
Oh-ooh-wo-ah, cry (ah-ah), yeah, I know now (ah-ah),
no I know, I know now: (Johnny was a good man)
Said I know, mm-mm-mm-mm-mm. (Never did a thing wrong)
Ah! Ah! (Johnny was a good man)
Can a woman tender care, she cried, (Never did a thing wrong)
Cease towards the child she bear? (Johnny was a good man)
Wo-ho-ho-ooh! Woman cry, woman - (Never did a thing wrong)
She cried, wo-oh! She cried, yeah! (Johnny was a good man)
Can a woman tender care
Cease towards the child she bear? (Never did a thing wrong)
Wo-now, cry! (Johnny was a good man)
song performed by by Bob Marley
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My dear Kitty
That day I found you
That day I became blue
The day I was balling
the day my heart was falling
That day you was leaving
Was my first day of grieving
That day you looked me in the eyes
Was the day I heard your cries
The day you died
Was the first time I cried
The day I had to bury you
It was the hardest thing to let go of you.
That day I screamed dont die
Was the day I left you lie....
That day the dog bite you
was the day I almost killed him
That day you died.
Was not the last day I cried
The day God had set for you
Was the day I will never forget who,
That day I let you out,
was the day I found out
How much I regret it,
For I must admit
I miss you sooo,
That Its jus to hard to show.
That day you died
Was not the first or last time I cried!
poem by Jade Smith
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Mother Died
today my mother died
unapreciated by those she bore
at her departure they cried
for they never saw there mother before,
smiling but immobile.
today my mother died
after years of taking care of us
in retrospect we were stupid
for her love we dint reciprocate
alone we are
without a mother anymore
there never will be another like her
like my mother.
a lavish funeral
an expensive casket
an expensive proceeding
and what not
can atone not
for our ingratitude
poem by Kelvin Karani
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Holy Woman!
Quietly sitting
In my chamber of solitude,
Old memories from my mind retrieving
And coping with a sadness of great magnitude...
O Holy Woman! I am thinking of you!
I think of you and I get the chill,
Trying so hard to put into words
What at this moment I really feel
And expose it to the entire world...
O Holy Woman! thinking of you, I will always!
Emptiness has invaded my heart,
Since I no longer see your face...
Feeling blue now that we are apart,
Knowing no other woman can take your place...
O Holy Woman! thinking of you I will always!
You gave me life and plenty of love,
You taught me to see the difference
Between right and wrong...
You never treated me with indifference,
To you, I dedicate this poem
While I imagine you smiling above...
O Holy Woman! thinking of you, always!
O Holy Woman! a part of me has died,
Since you have been gone,
For you, my eyes many times have cried,
Now, I place a yellow rose on your headstone...
O Holy Woman! without you there is not home!
O Holy Woman! for you I will always pray!
Aware that my time will also come,
Hoping to see you again in that special day! ...
COPY WRITE©2009
poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Father Ed
The day of his ordination his widowed mum's happiest day
To Sainthood she said my son is on his way
She raised him on her own when his dad of a heart attack died
Of her only offspring she took so much pride
At sixty eight he died in his sleep with his mum he now lay
At his funeral this morning his Parishioners for his soul did pray
He had been their Parish Priest for more than twenty years
And they did farewell him in sadness and tears
Of their Parish Priests the greatest of all
His sunday sermons on morals and chastity they will long recall
But the saddest one at the funeral was his housekeeper Kate
With head bowed as she sobbed she whispered I have lost my soul-mate
To me he was far more than Parish Priest Father Ed
He was my secret lover and he was damn good in bed.
poem by Francis Duggan
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I Died Today
i died today
no last goodbyes
no funeral will be held
no tears shed from your eyes
i died today
my chest filled with pain
it became unbearable
life if lived wouldnt be the same
i died today
words i could no longer speak
i could not breathe
my body was so weak
i died today
your words killed me
they broke my heart beyond repair
something you will not see
i died today
but you dont care
i was alone
you were not there
poem by Sandy Nobody
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Strong Black Woman
Baby, such a long life, my child
So many stories I have to tell you
Of slavery and of tragedy
Sit down and listen to my tales
Everybody thinks that the strong black woman died
No, she only stood back because she had not cried
She took a minute to rest. She cried. Her heart so heavy
But she’s back, baby. And child, she’s so pretty
I’m a strong black woman, and I am fighting
Don’t mess with me; I’ll leave your eyes shining
I give these children all the love they crave
I’ll beat away any energy that makes life grave
Hallelujah, the strong black woman still lives
Hallelujah, the strong black woman still gives
Hallelujah, can you feel the strength of her?
Hallelujah, this woman is one you can’t deter
Praise the lord’s name and speak in tongues
May all the strong black women live so long
I am a strong black woman, I am here
A strong black woman lives in my heart
Hallelujah, the black woman is so strong
Hallelujah, this has become my favorite song
Hallelujah, the strong black woman prospers
Hallelujah, she is no different than her brothers
The strong black woman never died, she lives
See, no matter what happens she always survives
I am here, I am a strong black woman, in disguise
And this newly strong black woman never dies
Praise the lord’s name the black woman is back
Now the world knows that we survive any attack
Give her all the suffering children or people in despair
Because the strong black woman will return them to air
The strong black woman was not lynched or killed
She gave herself a proud face and lived on so skilled
Praise the lord’s name and know that she lives on
Hallelujah, the strong black woman will never be gone
poem by German Alcala
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Hard Lovin Woman
(blackmore/gillan/glover)
She walked into the room
Her hand upon her hip
Said look out boy
Ill make your backbone slip
She looked straight at me
The devil in her eye
I knew what I was getting but took it by surprise
No fooling
She really knocked the stuffing out of me
Some woman a hard lovin woman
She chewed me up and spat me out
Some woman
Shes a hard lovin woman
Some woman a hard lovin woman
She didnt wear nothing but a smile
Upon her face
Licking her lips but I had the taste
Her temperature was rising
I was coming to the boil
Her fires were burning
She was pouring on the oil
I do not jest she really took me to the cleaners
Some woman
I felt just great when she pulled her 38s
It started with a smile
It turned into a laugh
It ended with a scream
I said enoughs enough
Never heard a word she wouldnt let go
A mans a man and every woman ought to know
And there I was
And she was dancing
Some woman here we go again
song performed by by Deep Purple
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Dem Bones!
My Husband's Grandmother,
who had reached the grand old age of 98 years,
died one 23rd of December,
and as her funeral couldn't be organised
until the 6th of January, the following year,
her Son asked the Funeral Director,
to explain what was happening to his Mother
over the Christmas period.
The Funeral Director in his severe black suit,
with a face even more severe,
placed a hand on the Son's shoulder, and said,
'Don't you worry, Mr Taylor,
we have a Skeleton Staff in over Christmas'.
This is a true story, but we found it to be so hilarious.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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How Can You Refuse Him Now
Writen and sung by hank williams
Chorus:
(e7) how can (a) you refuse him now, how can (e) you refuse him now,
How can you turn away from his (b7) side,
With (e) tears in his eyes, on the (a) cross there he (e) died,
How can you re - (b7) fuse jesus (e) now.
(e) theres a story old, that has (a) often been (e) told,
Of how our savior (b7) died, as they (e) nailed his hands,
He cried they (a) dont under - (e) stand,
As the blood flowed (b7) from his (e) side. (e7)
Repeat chorus
As he hung there on the tree, he prayed for you and me,
There was no one his pain to ease,
Be - fore he died, he faintly cried,
Father for - give them please.
Repeat chorus
song performed by by Hank Williams
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Johnny Bye Bye
Well she drew out all her money from the southern trust
And put her little boy on the greyhound bus
Leaving memphis with a guitar in his hand
With a one way ticket to the promised land
Hey little girl with the red dress on
Theres party tonight down in memphis down
Ill be going down there if you need a ride
The man on the radio says elvis presleys died
We drove to memphis the sky was hard and black
Up over the ridge came a white cadillac
They drawed out all his money and they laid him in the back
A woman cried from the roadside oh hes gone, hes gone
They found him slumped up against the drain
With a whole lotta trouble running through his veins
Bye bye johnny
Johnny bye bye
You didnt have to die
You didnt have to die
(all aboard!
Train I ride...
Sixteen coaches long)
Just like a woman (bob dylan/bob dylan)
Nobody feels any pain
Tonight as I stand inside the rain
Everybody knows
That baby has got me closed
But lately I see her ribbons and her bows
Have fallen from her curls
She takes just like a woman, yes she does
She makes love just like a woman, yes she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl
Queen mary shes my friend
Yes I believe Ill go see her again
Nobody has to guess
That baby cant be blessed
till she finally sees
That shes like all the rest
With her fog her amphetamine and her pearls
It was raining from the first
And I was dying there of thirst
So I came in here
And your long time curse hurts
But whats worse
Is this pain in here
I cant stay in here
Aint it clear that I just cant fit
Yes I believe its for us to quit
When we meet again introduced as friends
Please dont let on that you knew me when
I was hungry and it was your world
Ah you fake just like a woman, yes you do
You make love just like a woman, yes you do
And you ache just like a woman
But you break just like a little girl
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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At Our Funeral
Have you been to a funeral yet, after The Lord you have met?
A special funeral for all of us, who have come to Christ Jesus,
A funeral of your independence, as your heart, to God relents,
When indeed, you die to self, now alive in The Savior’s wealth.
Even though we died, we live, so now our life to God we give,
Earthly desires are all we lose, in accepting God’s good news,
Thus being saved by Jesus Christ, we give Him our earthly life,
Since He died for us at Calvary, to let our captive heart go free.
So believers are now free to die, for Jesus who reigns on high,
Yes free to die to our old ways, as we live out our earthly days,
Living without what we don’t need, as God’s Word we do heed,
While living for a future friend, which when it comes has no end.
The life with God, we now begin, guides us away from dark sin,
We die to sin so we can start, a brand new life with a new heart,
A new heart which now is purified, by the One, Who for us died,
Christ died to cleanse you and me, all with His blood at Calvary.
At this funeral that you attend, it’s just a beginning, not the end,
As you begin life brand new, with The Lord, to see you through,
With The Savior by your side, for He now lives, though He died,
With death swallowed up in victory, believers shall live Eternally.
Fear's Funeral
I went to a funeral today
Fear died and we buried it six feet deep
Everyone cheered nobody cried
And with fear
Resting in peace – now I can sleep
No, there wasn’t a eulogy
Our thoughts about fear were not uttered
Though I wanted to speak I had so much to say
However I would have just stuttered
It was then I realized how much power fear had
Not even death could
Get in its way
But I had to make sure fear was buried at last
So I attended its funeral today
poem by Tony Haynes
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This Aint A Love Song
I should have seen it coming when roses died
Should have seen the end of summer in your eyes
I should have listened when you said good night
You really meant good bye
Baby, aint it funny, how you never ever learn to fall
Youre really on your knees, when you think youre standing tall
But only fools are know-it-alls and I played that fool for you
I cried and I cried
There were nights that died for you baby
I tried and I tried to deny that your love drove me crazy, baby
If the love that I got for you is gone
If the river I cried aint that long
Then Im wrong, yeah Im wrong, this aint a love song
Baby, I thought you and me would stand the test of time
Like we got away with the perfect crime but
We were just a legend in my mind
I guess that I was blind
Remember those nights dancing at the masquerade
The clowns wore smiles that wouldnt fade
You and I were the renegades, some things never change
It made me so mad cause I wanted it bad for us baby
Now its so sad that whatever we had, aint worth saving
If the love that I got for you is gone
If the river Ive cried aint that long
Then Im wrong, yes Im wrong, this aint a love song
If the pain that Im feeling so strong
Is the reason that Im holding on
Then Im wrong, yeah Im wrong - this aint a love song
I cried and I cried
There were nights that I died for you baby
I tried and I tried to deny that your love drove me crazy
If the love that I got for you is gone
If the river I cried aint that long
Then Im wrong, yeah Im wrong - this aint no love song
If the pain that Im feeling so strong
Is the reason that Im holding on
Then Im wrong, yeah Im wrong - this aint a love song
If the pain that Im feeling so strong
Is the reason that Im holding on
Then Im wrong, yeah Im wrong - this aint a love song
Yes, Im wrong, yeah, Im wrong - this aint a love song
Yes, Im wrong, yeah, Im wrong - this aint a love song
Yes, Im wrong, yeah, Im wrong - this aint a love song
song performed by by Bon Jovi
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