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Tribute To Wacko Jacko

Pain of a loss like the pain at the cross the crucifix
Bitter than wine and gall mix
How do I express my feelings concerning this loss
When its weight is beyond my poetic expressions
When it expresses itself with more Sofia words
Though I’m going to try
It feels like throwing gold seeds to birds
The only seeds I managed to collect after the harvest
Helping me to keep on sowing poetry
He was one of the eyes eyed by the whole globe
And if life is lost we say bye to hope
His death popped the death of pop as its king breathed his last
Entering the records of history the study of the past
His exodus from the earth
Left his fans wrestling, gasping for some breath
In this gigantic sphere full of green trees giving birth
In this populated world of oxygen
The last time we communicate he begged I should hold his hand
Because he is about to erase his mark out of this land
And it’s a shame I did not understand what he meant
I am sorry Michael
Hope God will see you and make you the archangel MICHAEL THE SECOND

poem by Kutlwano Sonji Noble One Nkwe
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He Is

He's in the wind
And breeze, dancing with the trees -
He's in the air
Moving everywhere -
He's in the joy along the way
And the sunshine of the day -
He's in the pain and loss no words can speak
And in the quiet tear, slowly moving down my cheek -
He's in the birth and death
Within everyone's first and last breath -
He's there at each creation, and
He will be there at the final resurrection -
He's the hope of every prayer given
King of earth and heaven -
He's the originator and the answer of each soul's call
He is the great All-in-all.

poem by Smoky Hoss
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What Hope Is

What Hope Is
Hope is...the beam of light that shines in the darkness
Hope is...the the diamond buried in the rock
Hope is...the fire burning in the snow
Hope is...the seeds among the lava fields
Hope is...the life among all death
Hope is...the egg laid upon the nest
Hope is...the DNA in our blood
Hope is...the sprouts among the charred ash of it's father
Hope is...the love amidst all the world's hate
Hope is...the heart beating in our bodies
Hope is...the things that we look towards to guide us through our life

poem by Michael Carlson
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Loss Of...

Loss it seems is the worst kind of sorrow
Loss of dreams, the dreams of tomorrow

Loss of the moments you two should have shared
Loss of opportunities to show her you cared

Loss of the memories you both could have created
Loss of the romance once intense as you dated

Loss of a kiss, caress, or embrace
Loss of that special feeling no one else can replace

Loss of a look, the twinkle in her eye
Loss of the touch as you pass each other by

Loss of a future, from a past of regret
Loss of a last chance, how many do you get

Loss of a promise you never meant to break
Loss of two hearts that forever will ache

(2012)

poem by Michael Ernst
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Hopes and fears hook us.

Hope of gain is more cheerful than the gain.
Hope of love is more charming than the love.
Hope of life is more assuring than the life.
Being slave to hopes, we enjoy most

Fear of loss is more dreadful than the loss.
Fear of pain is more painful than the pain.
Fear of death is more horrible than the death.
Being slave to fears, we suffer most.
04.04.2008

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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When Memories End

I stared down at the body in the casket.
Small, broken: her body like my soul.
Everyone bent to kiss her head;
I did not. I did not want Death
to be passed on to me. I did not want
to be ended. I had had no time.
Time to express each and every idea.
What they meant to me.
My memories and why I stored them.
Time to learn others' ideas
and morph and shape them
until I could finally understand.
My heart raced against itself
in a race with no winner.
My breath came out in sputters and tears
flooded the casket before me.
WHAT IF I WOULDN'T HAVE TIME...
And I kissed her forehead.
Her ideas were no longer in use,
her memories erased from the Book
of Time, never to be retrieved.
I respected the loss.
My loss.
Her loss.
The world's loss.

poem by Zoe Guillory
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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

poem by A.J Smith
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The Bitter End

Entangled in a web or sordid lies
No hope until I walk with open eyes
The way I feel I can't express
We trust each other less and less
Twisted thoughts and twisted deeds
Ever changing different needs
Never planned it quite like this
No more pain I'm powerless
Do we end it while we can
Or should we make a differing plan?
I cannot treat you like a friend
Must we see it to the bitter end?
Confused don't know which way to go
Carry on, the hatred grows
Never have any kind of peace
Until I find my own release
Do we end it while we can
Or should we make a differing plan?
I cannot treat you like a friend
Must we see it to the bitter end?
Maybe now you'll understand
Or do you need a helping hand?
Time will pass and we will see
We were just not meant to be

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The Bitter End

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I Remeber

'All my life,
I've been searching,
until that day when,
I met you.'

These words seem foolish,
to me now,
just looking back,
I fell for that? !

What did I know,
nothing I suppose,
for now I see,
you never meant a word.

I hope one day,
I can look back,
and understand why,
you did what you did.

But until then,
I just sit,
in pain and agony,
because of you.

I hope one day,
you'll feel such pain,
then realize how badly,
you hurt me.

I know it's wrong,
to wish pain on another,
but I really want you,
to understand all this.

But that's long in the past,
though days I still dream,
of the times we shared,
and what you meant to me.

We had something special,
but it never lasted long,
but those days leading up to it,
I'll never forget.

The way you let,
your heart do the talking,
the way you just,
were all you could be.

The way our eyes met,
the way our hands touched,
such perfect days,
now just dreams.

I would get lost,
in your eyes,
and keep silent,
as you spoke.

I remember those days,
do you as well,
remember the time,
my heart skipped a beat?

The laughs,
the tears,
the love,
and warmth.

But I guess,
it's all in the past,
there's nothing I can do,
but just let go of you.

poem by Katherine Bryce
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Hope (2)

Hope is what comes in the dark of the night
Hope is what whispers 'It will all be alright.'
Hope can blaze like a fire in the heart
Hope can reach across worlds set apart

Hope when lost can bring a world to the ground
Hope when forgotten can be silence amongst sound
Hope if not reached for is unlikely to be there
Hope if searched for can be found anywhere

Hope is a beacon
In a raging, stormy sea
Lighting a pathway
Leading you to be free

Hope is a ladder
From a pit full of death
An oxygen mask
Saving your final breath

Hope is a blaring sound as the world does crumble
Hope is a safe fall should you ever trip and stumble
Hope once found can stay forever, spead and grow
A protective shield against whatever life may throw

Hope is not just a shield, though
It is also the sword
The mightiest weapon one can brandish
The cheapest to hoard

Hope can split into many; strength and courage not least
Hope can be the poisoned wine in an enemy's feast
Hope, if lost, can always be regained if you believe
Hope never lets you fall, but lifts you up to achieve

poem by Alex Daydream
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Were There Hope

I was never in a league of noble gentlemen
To whom she'd cast polite and flitting smiles,
Only distant hope and dying dreams for me!
Or perhaps descent into a game of wiles

To give a chance of sipping wine on heady nights
With her angelic presence to declare;
Above, an aura playing out hypnotic hues,
And I in awe of blonde cascades of hair.

But no! my tiring soul is sinking in a mire
To haunt me for an age and evermore, for
How could I expect to hold her silken hand
When I am but a soulless ghost of yore?

Hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope?
Hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope?
Hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope?
Hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope?
Hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope?
Hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope?
Hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope?
Hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope?
Hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope?
Hope hope hope hope hope hope?
Hope hope hope hope hope?
Hope, hope?
Hope?
Never

poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Passing of Things

All we have in the here and now, will be used or lost somehow,
When this life on earth is past, nothing on earth for us will last.
As we leave this world behind, we enter one, beyond our mind,
Even our bodies God will replace, through His Amazing Grace.

On earth moth and rust destroy, things that give us earthly joy,
Bringing to our life loss and pain, from items we cannot regain.
As this life comes to the end, there is eternity around the bend,
And as life comes to a close, an Eternal Life for all God chose.

Thoughts again of loss, never, as we have life in Christ forever,
For God chose men He knew, would believe His Son to be true.
Planning for men who believe, an eternity minds can’t conceive,
With their own eternal abode, that moth or rust will ever corrode.

But unbelievers will never see, the Heaven prepared for eternity,
They’ll experience greater loss, in denying the love of the cross.
Content with things of the earth, they see no need for new birth,
One in which they’re born of God, to live above this earthly sod.

They refuse to believe in Christ, and will never enter Eternal Life,
They obtain nothing from Him; who gave His life for all their sin.
As crowns are given to those, who follow Jesus Christ who rose,
At his feet the crowns we’ll cast, entering an eternity that will last.

poem by Bob Gotti
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The Iron Cross

THEY pass, with heavy eyes and hair,
Before the Christ upon the Cross,
The Nations, stricken with their loss,
And lifting faces of despair.
What is the prayer they pray to Him,
Christ Jesus on the Iron Cross?
The Christ, neglected, dark with moss,
Whose hands are pierced, whose face is grim.
Is it forgiveness for great sin
They plead before the Iron Cross?
Or for some gift of gold or dross?
Or battle lost, that they would win?
With eyes where hate and horror meet,
They pass before the Iron Cross,
The Cross, that ancient words emboss,
Where hangs the Christ with nail-pierced feet.
His hair is fallen on his face.
His head hangs sidewise from the Cross —
The Crucified, who knows all loss,
And had on Earth no resting place.
'O world of men,' he seems to say,
'Behold me on your Iron Cross!
To me why kneel and tell your loss?
Why kneel to me and weep and pray?
'Have I not taught you to forgive?
And bade you from my Iron Cross
Believe, and bear your grief and loss,
That after death you too may live?
'You have not followed at my call!
You keep me on this Iron Cross,
And pray me keep you from all loss,
And save and comfort you withal.—
'You ask for love, and hate the more! —
You keep me on this Iron Cross!—
Restore to me my greater loss,
The brotherhood of rich and poor.'
They pass, with weary eyes and hair,
Before the Christ upon the Cross —
The Nations, wailing of their loss,
And lifting faces of despair.

poem by Madison Julius Cawein
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Pain...and...Joy

You Are The Pain and The Joy

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

You are the pain hunger and the joy
of food on ones table.

You are the pain of the homeless,
and the joy, of the home,
in His heart.

You are the pain on a bitter,
winter day and the joy, in
the warmth of the sun.

You are the pain and joy, in the
solitude, of those moments alone.

You are the pain and joy, that
lingers in ones heart.

You are the pain in music that is bad,
and you are the joy, in my song
of life.

You are the pain, in the tragedies
of the world, and the joy in the
goodness of people.

You are the pain of the orphans of
the street, and the joy, in a
mothers love.

You are the pain, in a sometime unjust
world, and the joy in the spirit
of ones heart.

You are the pain, in the loss of
loved ones, and the joy, when they
are seated at His table.

You are the pain of self destructive
addiction and the joy in redemption.

You are the pain, in the sicknesses of
this world, and the joy in the
hope of recovery.

You are the pain in the misery of the poor,
and disenfranchise, and the joy, in
the parts of society, that attempts to,
raise them up.

You are the pain and you are the joy,
in all things. For you see, in life, there
can not be joy...unless there is pain.

poem by Joe Fazio
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In LIfe...Unless There Is Pain...There Can Not Be Joy