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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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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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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The Burial of Sir John Mackenzie
(1901)
They played him home to the House of Stones
All the way, all the way,
To his grave in the sound of the winter sea:
The sky was dour, the sky was gray.
They played him home with the chieftain's dirge,
Till the wail was wed to the rolling surge,
They played him home with a sorrowful will
To his grave at the foot of the Holy Hill
And the pipes went mourning all the way.
Strong hands that had struck for right
All the day, all the day,
Folded now in the dark of earth,
Veiled dawn of the upper way!
Strong hands that struck with his
From days that were to the day that is
Carry him now from the house of woe
To ride the way the Chief must go:
And his peers went mourning all the way.
Son and brother at his right hand
All the way, all the way!
And O for them and O for her
Who stayed within, the dowie day!
Son and brother and near of kin
Go out with the chief who never comes in!
And of all who loved him far and near
'Twas the nearest most who held him dear --
And his kin went mourning all the way!
The clan went on with the pipes before
All the way, all the way;
A wider clan than ever he knew
Followed him home that dowie day.
And who were they of the wider clan?
The landless man and the no man's man,
The man that lacked and the man unlearned,
The man that lived but as he earned --
And the clan went mourning all the way.
The heart of New Zealand went beside
All the way, all the way,
To the resting-place of her Highland Chief;
Much she thought she could not say;
He found her a land of many domains,
Maiden forest and fallow plains --
He left her a land of many homes,
The pearl of the world where the sea wind roams,
And New Zealand went mourning all the way.
poem by Jessie Mackay
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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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The Mourning sunshine! !
The Mourning sunshine
Drizzling air in moth
Taking death race
Quantum to hour
Walking to another side of earth
Gucci dress to be bought
Set of cofee cup tears
To be drunk away
Coming to you
Taking another turn
Running towards walk of life
Sunshine bringing another air tone
Hot n murmured
Bees combing the honey
Sweetning the raw structure of tree
Packd n mandatory
Passing across heart bone
Kissng the nerves
The mourning sunshine
Is it other dark shine?
Or postal script to writtng?
I guss its U. Just U
Running my blood slow n fast
I'm in another dizziness
Where u making me cramped
Dustd n gracious
Another windstorm I guess
The mourning sunshine
poem by Somia Race
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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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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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Weltschmertz
You ask why I am sad to-day,
I have no cares, no griefs, you say?
Ah, yes, 't is true, I have no grief--
But--is there not the falling leaf?
The bare tree there is mourning left
With all of autumn's gray bereft;
It is not what has happened me,
Think of the bare, dismantled tree.
The birds go South along the sky,
I hear their lingering, long good-bye.
Who goes reluctant from my breast?
And yet--the lone and wind-swept nest.
The mourning, pale-flowered hearse goes by,
Why does a tear come to my eye?
Is it the March rain blowing wild?
I have no dead, I know no child.
I am no widow by the bier
Of him I held supremely dear.
I have not seen the choicest one
Sink down as sinks the westering sun.
Faith unto faith have I beheld,
For me, few solemn notes have swelled;
Love bekoned me out to the dawn,
And happily I followed on.
And yet my heart goes out to them
Whose sorrow is their diadem;
The falling leaf, the crying bird,
The voice to be, all lost, unheard--
Not mine, not mine, and yet too much
The thrilling power of human touch,
While all the world looks on and scorns
I wear another's crown of thorns.
Count me a priest who understands
The glorious pain of nail-pierced hands;
Count me a comrade of the thief
Hot driven into late belief.
Oh, mother's tear, oh, father's sigh,
Oh, mourning sweetheart's last good-bye,
I yet have known no mourning save
Beside some brother's brother's grave.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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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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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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Sweet Flower
I don’t get it
You seem to be
A thin petal yearning
A fragile root silently singing
And a little head so proud though weak
Sweet flower
I don’t get it
Who made those colours
What made those drops
Shining like tears down your leaves
Mourning water dresses of dawn
Crying across a death too strong
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Sleeping Seas
Tumultuous clouds above keep vigil
On a cold, grey night, mourning the
Killing of visible stars...
Soot-darkness veils the brows of the
Skies in one orgy of perfidy, transmuting
The agelessness of heaven into a
Yolk of newness, fragile and tendril-tender.
Arrogant terns weave mock baskets for
Tears of heaven, plucked from the burning
Eyes of disconsolate clouds, mourning
This siege, the holocaust...
Underneath this hostile breath,
Moon rays crown the gaudy rim of seas
Down under, resplendent in their dreamy
Somnolent essence only.
Not a moiety of the megrims above,
Crude and celestial,
Shook the weltering waves which
Trussed and crooned behemoths
To early slumber, nursing vigils through
Stertorous surveillance.
poem by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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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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Even Buddhas Die
even buddhas die...
but without mourning,
without a sense of loss,
without asking for tears.
but they do feel mourning,
yours...
they do feel a sense of loss,
yours....
and they shed tears,
that are yours....
and so reborn by choice,
to help carry your bucket,
and walk beside you...
for buddhas help buddhas
till all are free!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Love Before the Fall
If ever there was one you lost
Either to the sun or to the frost,
Know this, a secret bliss of mine
That everything you ever loved
Alongside everything you ever will
Are one and one in the same.
Every time you love you shall love
All you have loved in the past,
Whether they be places or faces
Lost to memories archives,
They are there, in the trees,
In the sapling, in the valley
Whole they breathe, living still
To receive the love you allow to
Flow throughout your soul.
All you have loved exists beyond
The reach of Death's shadow cast.
All you have loved exits beyond
And shall forever last. So sit,
Sit upon the ground, upon the hill,
Still and embrace the faith you
Could so easily wear upon your
Sleeve in a world without suspicion.
Search the clouds for your loved
Ones smile, swim the ocean sky
For a while and know that though
They may be a thousand miles away
In a different world they remember
You as a soul they left behind.
Those that know are constantly shown,
Revealed to them is the secret concealed,
Healed are they of mourning
Just as peeled are the mysteries of deaths blanket.
All you love is one, and those that
You have lost whether to the hand of death
Or to the foreign soil of a distant land
Well just know that they are all that
Makes you smile upon this plain,
They are the girls you will kiss in
Every future life you bless with your
Presence and never forget that you are
As they to those that love you
And forever a thousand souls shall
Smile your way when they gaze upon
Far distant mountain ranges for though
You have changed and been known strange
To the senses in a thousand forms
So you have been the most familiar kiss
So you have been one in all with bliss
Thus is the love of all,
Thus is love before the fall.
poem by David Lacey
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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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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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Attention~Atención
Atención, All people
Warning, warning, warning
De alerta, alerta, alerta
Stay on the alert
There will not be no mourning
Mourning over a lost soul
People see all there is to see
Mourning over a soul to be
One that has to become whole
Whole with the one they love
Staying under the covers
Looking down on their lover
Seeking the white dove
Crashing into the gates
The gates of heaven
With the number eleven
Now, everything is at stake
Eleven missing souls
The other two are gone
Their all alone
Everything as a toll
A toll not willing to be taken
A prison at the end of the road
Trying to figure out the code
Everyone if faking
Faking like they really care
Care about the lost souls
Even if they have to pay for the toll
Now, you are scared
Warning, warning, warning
De alerta, alerta, alerta
Un alma perdidas, alma perdidas, alma perdidas
The lost souls, lost souls, lost souls
Atención, All people