The Death of a Love one
The phone call that you thought you would never get
The pain that follows when you’re faced with choices
The old pictures that haven’t been seen in years
The memories that haunt you
The tricks played by the ears
The silence that was once filled with laughter
The tears that want stop
The sleepless night
The question that will never be answered
The goodbye I love you that was never said
The empty bed that remains
The closet that is filled with old belongings
The talks, stories, and pictures that remind us of them
The sadness that comes in behind
The not know how to move on
The anniversary of the death
The flowers that represent so much
The life that is honored
The tears that come when ones name is mention
The hole that remains
The songs that reminds you of them
The life’s that is changed by the one single life that is now gone.
Dedicated to my Memaw may she rest in peace
By Hannah Howell
poem by Hannah Howell
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Pictures
Pictures
(Chuck JonesSteve Seskin)
Look at me, eighteen and tanned,
Behind the wheel of my old van,
"Hotel California" turned up loud,
No air-conditioning, windows down.
Look at you smilin' at me,
Don't know when I've been as happy,
As that weekend out in Joshua Tree,
When I got down on my knees.
An' I like lookin' at old photographs.
Reminds me of the way we've always made each other laugh.
Pictures of a life we've made together.
Memories of a love that just gets better with time.
So many good times,
There's no way I will forget.
They've got me thinkin' 'bout pictures,
We haven't taken yet.
Next year let's go to Disneyworld,
Can't wait to see our little girl,
Hold hands with Mickey Mouse,
Chocolate ice-cream on her mouth.
An' you'll get all upset when I,
Snap you comin' off that ride,
With that pasty white look:
You won't put that one in our book.
An' I like lookin' back at all the things we've done.
But I love dreamin' of the years yet to come.
Pictures of a life we've made together,
Memories of a love that just gets better with time.
So many good times,
There's no way I will forget.
Not now I'm thinkin' 'bout pictures,
We haven't taken yet.
Someday I'll walk our daughter down the aisle,
And every tear and every smile,
Will be captured in color.....
Pictures of a life we've made together,
Memories of a love that just gets better with time.
So many good times,
There's no way I will forget.
They got us thinkin' 'bout pictures,
We haven't taken yet.
Can you see us on that front porch swing?
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song performed by by John Michael Montgomery
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Life Is Just a Dream
Life is just a dream
We dream of beautiful
Things.
Like roses and crystal
Springs.
Life is just a dream
Filled with love and
Heartaches..
Life is just a dream
Of beautiful places
And things..
Life is just a dream
Like the beauty of the
Night,
With stars hanging
Like strings,
Twinkling in the night..
Life is just a dream
With love coming
Atcha like a magnet
To slip away like
As thief in the night.
Life is just a dream
Filled with laughter
And woes.
Life is just a dream
Filled With riches of the
World..
Too tears and regrats.
Life is just a dream
Filled happiness and
Sadness..
Life is just a dream
Like rain on a rainy
Day..
poem by Carolyn Sears
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Single Step
As I stand at one end of the long path my heart beats with anticipation. Now as the door sling open and you a wait at the other end for the music to begin my thoughts drift. I began to think with one single step life as we knew it will be done and a new life shall begin. A life that may span I hope for fifty years or more. A life filled with laughter, but also sometimes there will be sorrow. A life filled with millions of smiles but also there will be thousands of tears. A life were our beauty will shine as bright as the morning sun yet as the years go on in most eyes hopefully except but our own our beauty will fade like the sun into the night. Our life together will go through many changes; except for our love for one another. Woo the wedding march has started and you have took that first single step to our life of love.
Goodbye
(music: j.s. bach / lyrics : norma tanega)
Go my love
Go softly goodbye
Life is like an empty dream
Lost in the sky
I see through my tears
The sadness of years
The shadows of happiness passing
I will miss the sun when you go
I will miss the mornings of laughter and tears
Your hello and more than this as you go
Gone is the light from the day
Gone is the pleasure of night
And when you go no more welcoming love
Or a dream
So goodbye my love
Goodbye
So my love
Go gently goodbye
Memories of loving you never will die
My longing will pass
My loving will last
The whispers of time never dimming
I will miss your touch when you go
I will miss the wonder of magical love
As it grows and more than this when you go
Gone is the warmth of your smile
Now is the coldness of snow
Gone when you go is the welcome of love
And the dream
So goodbye, my love
Goodbye
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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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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The Stage Is Bare (A Michael Jackson Tribute)
The stage is bare
only a microphone stands alone.
A part of our life is gone;
no, more we hear the words and music
that once so tenderly graced our ears.
A gulf remains for the life not there,
now gone forever from our lives.
Only a memory of what had been
and what had filled so many empty souls.
The stage is bare
and all that remains is a ghost
of what had been.
A haunting memory of someone’s life
before they left the stage of life.
No more now the suffering of mortal pain,
they left with an always-remembered name.
Their star still shines
in all that remember a life that once was.
7 July 2009
poem by David Harris
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Happy Anniversary
I really miss you on this special day
I know you will call to greet me today
“Happy Anniversary” that’s all we can say
Yes, I am lonely ‘cause you’re so far away
But don’t worry, I can manage anyway
Seems like only yesterday when we took our vows
We said “I do” as tears were on my eyes
We took our pledge to share life together
Through thick and thin our love will be stronger
We promised, life will be filled with joys and laughter
That was nineteen years ago
And still I’m madly in love with you
Love matures yet we stay young at hearts
‘Cause we try to keep the flame inside
We keep our passion to lights our desires
We have endured the ups and downs of life
We’ve struggled so much and we survived
I can’t believe we’d get this far
Though sometimes we had fights and doubts
We’re able to retain that love in us
Today, I will take the chance
To say thank you for all the good times
Thank you for understanding and loving me
Thank you for sticking by my side
Thank you for giving us a decent life
May the precious moments we cherish
And the hopes and dreams we recall
Make this anniversary the best of all
Let us ask our Almighty Lord
To grant us more years of greater joy
Happy Anniversary my dear husband
poem by Rose de Ramar
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Years of Tears
Years of tears for no ears to hear, lonely for years am I
Years of tears for no ears to hear in silence they dropp and die
Years of tears, hidden deep, I cannot weep, nor cry.
Years of tears, for many fears of dying alone, I sigh.
Years of tears which no one hears as many years go by.
Years of tears in the lonely sky, my tears grow wings and fly.
Years of tears, my smile shines, through its little lines, I lie.
Years of tears, my somber peers through my melancholy eye
Tears of tears, Years of Years, in my soul, I tie.
Years of tears for no ears to hear my tears weep goodbye….
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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My Sadness, My Depression
Sadness and depression swallows me up; brings me into its clutches, and I go willingly.
They have been my friends for so long.
I feel, I want, to cry, but no tears fall, perhaps because I have dried up for the time being.
I have cried so much, for so many days and times.
Will I ever find myself happiness,100% all the time?
Or is it going to continue this way?
Half of my life filled with some small measurement of happiness, and the other half filled with constant tears, sadness, and depression?
I want to have a normal life.
The only tears I want to shed are the tears of joy, but I fear that will never be.
What has my life become?
What have I become?
poem by Shelly Hileman
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Just To See (If You're There)
hands of coal,
back bent with time...
eyes that play tricks,
and ears that need help.
pictures of memories hidden
behind lips terse and still.
stories wrapped in stories,
no one listens to anymore.
the ghosts of love walking
the floors of an empty house...
eat a little, stare out the window,
read the obituaries just to see
if you're there!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Mom And Dad
These walls once knew the laughter
Of children happy and gay
Of mom and dad with humble thanks
To God who blessed them on their way
Then came the war, Johnnie had to go
I remember the tears we shed
And precious memories that lingered on
After news came the boy was dead
The rest of us left one by one
Until mom and dad were alone
They seemed to weather the time
As the years rolled on and on
The Angels came for mother's soul
It's been about three years ago
Then dad seemed to wither away
Until the Lord said he must go
Yes this old house is empty now
All her glory passed and gone
The shutters and doors are crumbling
As are walls once filled with song
But I shall never forget the raising
That came from mom and dad
They led us children to the Lord
When I was but a strip of a lad
I want to thank you again Lord
For mom and dads special care
They filled my life with love and joy
In this old house of yesteryear
poem by Louis H. Thompson
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Our Songs
We associate songs with memories
of when we first heard it played.
The song someone sang
on the day we met
becomes one of our beloved tunes.
Whenever we hear it play
our memories come flooding back
to remind us of that special day.
Some songs hold a touch of sadness
and bring tears whenever they are played
as memories of a loss spring to mind.
These are our songs
we attach to our memories
and will remain forever with us
for whenever we hear them play.
poem by David Harris
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Pain Of Existence Without.....
It was pain of existence without your phone calls.....
This pain was not related to time, as time moved on.....
but the pain remained, pain and more pain....
without a phone call from you........
Time started moving, but there was no phone call, , , , , ,
I was lost with the acute awareness of this great pain.....
pain and more pain......
I wish I could tell you how much your phone calls mean to me, , , , ,
what if we have not met, what if we have not seen each other
but dear your phone call is what makes me pull through my day....
your voice is a magic to me, it is music to my ears....
but dear you never called.... and the pain remains...
The pain reminds me of the wonderful times we had....
the long phone calls.... your voice, your silence, , your moans
all this was so wonderful, which meant so much to me....
but dear you never called........
come back and call me dear...... and tell me how much I mean to you
call me once my love........
I wait for your magic voice, for all wonderful things you tell me....
for all the beautiful moments over phone we had.......
I wait with great pain, pain and pain.....
Just to hear you..... or get a message from you
Your messages are my breakfast, my dinner, , , ,
I sleep thinking of you hearing you, reading you...
I wake up to read your message..........
But dear you never called you never messaged....
come back just once my love come back
I just want to tell how much I miss your voice.............
Tell Me Why
That tuesday night, turned 26 and I caught your smile
laid down my life, one kiss would take me through the night
I close my eyes, I feel your touch, I see you smile
it's on my mind, it's just a dream I know, but why?
why I just can't stop wondering you're on my mind
noone tells me why, tell me why
tell me why you filled that emptiness in me
tell me why, tell me why,
tell me why you filled that emptiness in me
just to tell you goodbye
a day down the line, reality's back on my mind
yesterday's behind, the charm of love has died but why
unsatisfied with what we get used to in this life
I laid it aside, looks so pale with open eyes
so I just keep on wondering about what's on my mind
noone tells me why, tell me why
why again you filled that emptiness in me
tell me why, tell me why,
why again you filled that emptiness in me
so I tell you goodbye
tell me why, tell me why,
tell me why you filled that emptiness in me
tell me why, tell me why,
tell me why you filled that emptiness in me
tell me why, tell me why,
why again you filled that emptiness in me
so I tell you goodbye
song performed by by H-BlockX
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Pictures In The Sand
And Im gonna spend my time,
Drawing pictures in the sand for you.
And Im gonna ride the tide[? ],
And Im gonna make a rendezvous.
Sitting by the sea,
Sipping at my tea,
Drawing pictures in the sand,
And writing message to you.
Pictures in the sand (drawing pictures in the sand)
There is nothing I would rather do (there is nothing I would rather do)
Than just sit here in the sand (drawing pictures in the sand)
And think of thinks Id like to say to you (I love you true)
Every single day (every single day)
I waste my time away,
Drawing pictures in the sand,
And writing messages to you.
(all together)
Pictures in the sand. (drawing pictures in the sand)
Pictures in the sand.
If I didnt have a dime,
Would you still be loving me?
While I spend my whole life through,
Drawing pictures just for you.
But I could never draw my love,
Its so very hard to do.
Every single day,
I waste my time away,
Drawing pictures in the sand,
And writing messages to you.
Pictures in the sand. (drawing pictures in the sand)
Pictures in the sand. (do-bum, do-bum...)
Pictures in the sand. (drawing pictures in the sand)
song performed by by Kinks
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Eve
Detdicated to Eve Croft
May she Rest In Peace
It was over forty years ago
when I first met her.
I had barely left my teens.
She was older than me;
in fact, she was a friend’s mother.
Divorce had left her lonely
with three sons to bring up.
Life was not easy,
not much time to herself.
Slowly after meeting her,
a friendship between us grew.
To make her life sustainable
I took her out
from time to time.
We held hands at the pictures
and when we went anywhere.
She often worried
what people would think of me.
I didn’t really care what people thought.
Eve was a friend
and there was nothing more to be said.
For the next couple of years
our friendship never wavered.
We would hug and smile
whenever we did meet.
There was never any romance involved,
we were just very good friends.
I never forget when she had an offer
to move in with someone.
She was so worried
that I would think badly of her.
She was almost in tears
when she told me his proposition.
I put my arm around her shoulder
and reassured her it was all right.
That our friendship would never diminish
regardless what she did.
Sadly, her going away
was never meant to be.
She fell ill with cancer
and went to live with her sister
who would care for her.
It was the last time
I was ever to see her.
It was a few years later
I bumped into her eldest son.
When I asked him about his mum
he looked at me strangely
with tears holding back I his eyes.
She died I thought you knew.
I said that I didn’t.
He said he couldn’t stop
as he had a bus to catch,
and then he was gone.
With head bowed, I turned away
and started walking home.
Tears leaked from my eyes
making small lines across my cheeks.
My regret then and will always be
that I never had a chance
to say a proper goodbye.
1 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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What Made The Baby Cry?
On a cold night, late December
As the snow fell to earth
That's the one night, we remember
When a woman gave birth
And for miles and miles around
The baby's cry was the only sound
Did He know the world was filled with pain
Could He feel all the hunger and the shame
Or did He know about the way He would die
And the reason why
Is that what made the baby cry?
Is that what made the baby cry?
As his Mother turned to hold Him
Her face filled with joy
He grew quiet when She told Him
He was more than just her baby boy
And for miles and miles around
Her lullaby was the only sound
Did She know the world was filled with pain
Could She feel all the hunger and the shame
Or did She know about the way He would die
And the reason why
Is that what made Her baby cry?
Is that what made Her baby cry?
And as He fell asleep
She wiped away His tears
But the question still remains
Have we changed in two thousand years
Don't you know the world is still in pain
Can't you feel all the hunger and the shame
Did we forget about the way that He died
And the reason why
Would we still make the baby cry?
Would we still make the baby cry?
song performed by by Toby Keith
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As Dark as Night
No object can be as dark as nights
You can’t deny even if you are right
It has special mention with significance
Not matter how much you dislike but has got some relevance
They are all torturous when icy winds blow
You sleep on bed but only thoughts flow
This makes you restless until you are slept
But till then you are awake and silently kept
Even single insect makes its presence known
I wish to have peace and rest in my own
I can’t have it as mind is rushed to another land
Where only stupid live without any end
I make no move and stare at roof
‘I am in love” yes/no but needs some proof
I think it may take some more sleepless nights
When I will able to make it right
I no not when it will be over
I will have to take refuge or cover
Night may not pass that easily to give me comfort
But something ahs to be done to anchor the ship at port
I am in tight position
I feel it is good and nice composition
I glance at moon and take some solace
I must have some coolness on face
Some of the things can be enjoyed only at night
When there is no noise or nobody remains in sight
It gives sense of belonging in isolation
It revives all memories to strengthen the relation
Soon I may be woken up by day light
I will have no remorse for sleepless night
The day may start with new crusade
Sweet memories may not that easily fade
It is good to have close association with darkness
Certain things only can lighten your face
How come you know when other side remains unknown?
Happiness is enjoyed when you are sometimes forced down
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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To Show Us All
Turned on the radio
to pass the time of day,
and all the DJ wanted to play
were songs about dying and lying,
broken hearts and sadness.
He never played a song
about the joys of being alive.
Just rolled out the carpet of tears
to tantalize our ears.
Whether it was me
or the music he played,
but all I could see
were the tragedies in my life.
The songs were depressing me
and in the end, I’d had enough,
reaching over I turned the damn thing off.
I wanted cheering up,
not into a depression fall,
so why can’t they play happy songs,
not ones with buckets of tears.
Is it possible the songwriters
look around and sadness
is all they see,
so they write about it
to show us all
how miserable we are?
7 April 2008
poem by David Harris
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Goodbye Davy Jones
Goodbye Davy Jones
Your music fills our memories
They are the soundtracks of our lives
Thank you so much for giving these.
Our high school days come back in song
The laughter, stockings, Twiggy looks-
It seems it has not been that long
When we hid your photo in our books.
Those days were filled so much laughter
Mop-head hair and bobby socks
Guitar in hand, sang 'I'm A Believer'
And with your music, did we rock!
Rest in peace, as we bid goodbye
Your songs will always have a part
In this our life, though now we cry
We love you, Davy - from the heart!
For Davy Jones, lead singer Monkees, artist - February 29,2012 RIP)
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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