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Footsteps & Heartbeats

Here, in a cuddle.

Here, in the making
of a meal...or...love.

Here, in countless conversations
idle chit-chats

sprinkled throughout our day
to day

here,
in the bric-a brac of us

we exchange our pasts
memories that made us

the secret facts of us
that make us...us.

The we
we are now.

loving
each other.

The very this & thats
that lead me to you and you to I

and I unwilling to change
an iota...an inch

a pain...a loss...a grief

in case
my life didn’t flow
into yours

creating some alternative universe
where we would have missed each other

by an iota...an inch
a pain…a loss...a grief.

Here now
in the here & now of us

the gift
of love

given to us

that we
like a little flame

carry carefully
into the future

that awaits us

each each
other’s gift

each little flame
of love

lighting the way
for the other

footsteps
& heartbeats

rhyming
in time.

poem by Dónall Dempsey
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Beyond the grief.

It seems as if we are stalled by our grief,
unable to move away from it – and I wonder
if we will ever get over the loss of you. In time
they say we will, that one day we will finally be free
of the sadness that burdens our hearts, and we will dance
in our remembrance, and there will be no more tears.

But if that's true, I must admit I will miss the tears
when there is an eventual easing of the grief.
I am not as eager to begin the dance
of life without you, for the world has lost its wonder
for me, some of its shine - and being free
seems awfully relative - I suppose just like time.

I can still so clearly recall the last time
we were all together - the tears
we shared, even laughter, when you were set free
of this earthly pain - and even in our grief,
we were filled with such wonder
as we witnessed the end of life's dance.

When I was a little boy you used to let me dance
on the top of your shoes, moving in time
to the music on the radio. Is it any wonder
that music, to this day, brings tears
of joy, mingled with the ever-present grief,
which still has not set me completely free.

I now realize there is a cost to love; it's not free -
for when you love, you buy a ticket to the dance
of life - which comes with joy and pain, celebration and grief.
And if you have lived a long enough time,
as I have, even when the loss brings never ending tears,
with a broken heart, it's worth all of the pain, and it's no wonder

people love so fiercely - so much so that they cease to wonder
about the why, when or where - and now I realize that I am free
to love, and to lose, which will bring with it many tears.
But each tear is worth it - and seems to make the dance
more authentic. In the end, I will measure my time
by how much of it was filled with love, and with grief.

No longer will I wonder whether or not I should dance,
I will just be free, stepping in and out of time,
wearing my tears like a badge of honor as I move beyond the grief.

poem by Mahfooz Ali
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Divine Device

Would it be loss or gain
To hapless human-kind
If we could feel no pain
Of body or of mind?
Would it be for our good
If we were calloused so,
And God in mercy should
End all our woe?

I wonder and I doubt:
It is my bright belief
We should be poor without
The gift of grief.
For suffering may be
A blessing, not a bane,
And though we sorrow we
Should praise for Pain.

Aye, it's my brave belief
That grateful we should be,
Since in the heart of grief
Is love and sympathy,
We do not weep in vain,
So let us kiss the rod,
And see in purging Pain
The Grace of God.

poem by Robert William Service
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Inch By Inch

You can take a powder
You can take a drink
You can keep the shrink
And the kitchen sink
Write my name in heaven
In invisible ink
I just woke up from dreaming, I think
You can take me over
You can give me a lip
You can take me under
You can give me the slip
Take off everything or tear me off a strip
Like a lady in the chamber
And another in the clip
Chorus
Dont move a muscle baby
Dont even flinch
You can miss me by a mile
Or just inch by inch
Inch by inch
Inch by inch
Inch by inch
You can pull me up again
Inch by inch
Inch by inch
As pulses race
I long to see that look upon your face
You can take me outside
You can take me apart
You can take me upstairs
You can take me to heart
You made me love you when
You thought you were so smart
Dont try to stop me when
You told me to start
Chorus

song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Question

You got some question about your life
You don't know how you'll ever make it through
It hurts so bad but it's all you got
You're asking me for help
but all I got to say now is that
You don't know what pain is
You haven't suffered one iota
so just stop your whining
you don't know what pain is

Stop complaining point your finger
I'll tell you who to blame

So pack your bags
we're going out
I want to show you
just what's in this world
Cause in the end its all you got
memories to tell about your life
and how you lived it

So live it good
I know it's all that you've given

You don't know what pain is
You haven't suffered one iota
so just stop your whining
You don't know what pain is
stop complaining
point your finger
I'll tell you who to blame

song performed by by Goldfinger
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0012 Bereavement

What is it, when we mourn and grieve and cry
for those we loved - and love - now passed away,
that gives our pain such brute totality?

so vital, that we almost love that pain
(our faces sometimes radiant in grief) ,
unwilling to let go pain's absolute,
since there, hides knowledge deeper than belief
of that sole absolute itself, the root
of all our being, oneness that we share
with those with whom we sought our selves to prove?

that pain, which barely differs from a prayer
to know - by suffering deepest hurt of love:
Yes! Let us dive into that holy deep
of total grief and love: then, can self weep?

(2001)

poem by Michael Shepherd
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A grief ago

'There is no grief
which time does not lessen
or soften' -
so said Cicero, a man so often right;
a Stoic, those for whom
all life presents a lesson
to be learned from,
and then, to move on from..

But I wonder about all this:
is grief ever lessened or softened?
Is it not, perhaps, overlaid
in our so various ways?

For some, grief framed and falsified
to ease that grief;

For some, like hyacinths and crocus bulbs,
left in a dark cupboard in the autumn of our grief
to respond to time, and
become at last
themselves?

gently, gently, the covers pulled
over the loving bed,
the true, the pure, the lovely painful grief,
the memory deep cherished,
gently, gently, folded
into the cupboards of the heart

there to be known, without the door disturbed
until the time - 'a grief ago' as Dylan wrote -
the cupboard opened only for love's sake
without grief...:
those carefully folded memories
brought out and loved
and lived a while...

not grief, not grief...but
the pure memory of grief

and behold,
life.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Gift...

An angel travels far from distant lands,
Carrying gifts with outstreched hands.
Through lifes storms she makes her way,
With plans to bring about a far better day...

To each she has gifted a different prize,
That shall surely peer through the shroud of lies.
We must end horror and suffering against one another,
No more pain to a child, no more grief to a mother...

Compassion and understanding we should all embrace,
For only then can we make a truly happy place.
Even though I knew what my angel had in store,
The gift I receive has shaken me to the core...

My hands tremble, my soul engulfed in emotional fires,
Affraid I might not have the strength that this gift requires.
What have I done to deserve this gift from above?
For nothing carries more pain than the gift of love...

Spread the love... The peace will follow...

poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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God Speaks To My Heart

Open door, breeze on my face,
I smell the rain, think of my friend,
He has passed, to another place,
His long struggle's reached it's end,

I feel this emptyness in me,
The grief is new, this final part,
yet there is comfort in this grief,
God must be speaking to my heart,

There is a fragile thread of hope,
that one day we will meet again,
the gentle thoughts that help me cope,
with crushing grief, the loss of friend,

and yet, think I, I keep the gift,
of every precious memory,
of all the time I got to spend,
that grew the love I'll keep with me

poem by Elizabeth Lindberg
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The Giftof Love

You loved me once when I was young.
You love me now again.
And in between both of those times
I didn't know how or when
I'd recognize the love you had.
That thought alone has made me sad.
But sadness you must go away
for joy replaces you.
For older love is dreamier,
especially for we two.

It comes alive in memories
that never want to die.
The youth is gone but the flame's still lit
and as the years go by
the intensity of this love we have
won't let it simmer down.
It will not be tempered.
It cannot be, not for you nor for me.
For to love when young, then once again
is a gift to be treasured without end.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Gift to Proceed

In the sky there are stars
Each one represents someone
Big, small, but alike
Hold the same love and the same light

A bond that will never end, but grow stronger
Is the bond of a child and the mother
Innocence is a gift He has given
A child is a gift that has that burden

Vulnerability is an emotion that takes its course
That bond, between mother and child, is the source
The door ahead holds the future and the key
This gift we speak of is the strength to proceed

This loss is not a loss to hurt you
This loss is the loss to look over you
The bond between child and the mother
Is the bond that never ends, but grows stronger

In the sky there are stars
Each one represents someone
Big, small, but alike
Hold the same love and the same light

Though they have the same love and light
One is stronger with all its might
The one that watches you while you sleep
Is the gift we speak of that will let you proceed

poem by Chatara Conway
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My Little(i Mean Its Little Lol) Poem

happiness is a gift
love can be a loss
heartbroken is a lie

when you think of it, can life be a gift, loss and lie?
life is filled with all

poem by Hannah Williams
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Emotional Scavenger

And now in the cold light of day,
Grief casts her shadows long,
and grey
Draining warmth & blinding me
To the glorious hope
Of day;
Grief would steal my soul and hide it
In blackness,
Whispering reminders
Of pain,
And loss,
And death…
Mocking hope's insistence,
Spurning love's comfort;
Grief watches,
Expectant, she waits…
Grief, scavenger of emotions,
Is ever hopeful.

poem by Jinge Norvall
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R.I.P. CaRly FOREVER

you were my friend but most of all the sister i never had and now your gone.
these tears i shed will never go away
i want her back give her back to me, you cant have her she is mine give her back.
I will do anything to have her back i will give you me if you please give her back to me please please answer my prayers.
please answer my prayers and give her back.
the tears that fall, will remind me of that pain
the pain of loss is what i speak
the pain that made me fall to my knees
this pain is what i so despise but,
what can i do but fall and cry
will this pain ever end
please god help me i beg you take this pain away.
I beg you god give her back to me i need her without her i am destroyed.
i loss my way,
to this never ending pain
i loss reason
to why i should go on
the answers i come to will forever haunt
my dreams
this pain of loss
is what truly makes me scream
this yelling person who is me
will forever continue to cry and scream
thats why i hate to have these tears fall from my eyes
this nightmare of falling tears is what i really despise.
i cant believe your gone its so hard to believe
Their is not a day i do not misss you so much.
I should have died that day not you gurl.
now that your gone i will never in my life be the same.
those guys will forever rot in prison for what they did to you.
That girl deserved to die for what she did to you.
But no matter what happens you will never come back.
I will never in my life forgive myself for what happened i didn't get their in time.
I killed her cause she did not do anything for you and didn't save you.
But thinking now so many years later your in a better place but will forever and ever misssssssssssssssssssssssss you and anybody that bothers you will die. misssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss you always and love you forever gurl.

poem by Hadyn Rodriguez
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You Are The Pain (part 2)

You Are The Pain and
You Are The Joy (part 2)

You are the Pain and the joy,
on the stage of life.

You are the pain, when your are distant
from me and you are the joy in my
memories of you.

You are the pain, when your touch, I
can not feel and you are the joy,
as I hold you near.

You are the pain, when tears you
have caused, and you are the joy, for the
laughter in my life.

You are the pain, when indifference enters
our life and you are the joy, when you
place me before others.

You are the pain, when you busy life, has
little time for me and you are the joy,
when there is just us.

You are the pain, as you seek that which
glitters in life and you are the joy,
as you are immersed, in the makings of God.

You are the pain, when angered and abrupt
and you are the joy when seeking
to make amends.

You are the pain, when anger is your
roadblock to reason and you are the
joy, when you step back and seek
a solution.

You are the pain, in you compulsives and singleness
of purpose, to be successful...and you are
a joy, when you blanket those you
care for, with love.

You are the pain, when impatience leads you down
an uncertain path and you are the joy, as you
carefully plot a pragmatic course.

You are the pain, when you listen...but
do not hear and you the joy, when
patient and understanding.

You are the pain, when other matters,
substitute our love, and you are the joy,
when we are fused together as one.

You the a pain, in our spirited
disagreements, and you are
the joy, as you say, I love you.

The lesson we know well, that in
this life, there is no joy, unless
there is pain.

poem by Joe Fazio
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It All You...

You are the Pain and the joy,
on the stage of life.

You are the pain, when your are distant
from me and you are the joy in my
memories of you.

You are the pain, when your touch I
can not feel and you are the joy,
as I hold you near.

You are the pain, when tears you
have caused and you are the joy, for the
laughter in my life.