Remember those who have passed on,
Who were once with us but now have gone.
For themselves they cannot speak,
So remember when they were strong or weak.

Happy memories can be shared
With all of those who loved and cared.
We may sort out different selections 
Of special times and recollections.

Remember their laugh and their smile,
And think of the good times all the while.
All those ...

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You were 17 when you died.

Murdered.

You got stabbed 26 times on a moving train.

Brutally.

Your boyfriend tried to save you… and paid the price.

Heroically.

You brought warmth and love into every room you entered.

Peacefully.

Your smile was bright like the summer sun on a warm midday.

Lovely.

Your very existence was taken from you in seconds.

Cruelly.

You died ...

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All my history curls 
Like burning paper
Blown over my shoulder
If I go first, just know
There’s a record
All I did was try to capture life
In all its colours
And if you look with generous eyes
I hope you’ll see
My masterpiece...

The cedars tower above 
This final resting place
All the future that once was
Has now been spent
Discover what you’d die for
Then live for it
And if you...

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October, hell is over

The fog has rolled on down

Now rightfully isolated, thank God

Like everyone else, no sound

Or eyes watching, waiting

Like never ending nighttime

Alone in solitude and so are you

Mist leaves no end in sight

Of the end of the road, no safe abode

Hardly a foot ahead

Is clear to either you or I

Somewhere in the fog, we’re dead.

 

It comes to...

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I always called him Jimmy

Even though that never was his name

I don’t even know why

I guess it was just a childhood game

 

He was the younger brother

So why did he die before me?

If only it had been someone other

Then he’d still be here with me.

 

Was it something we did wrong?

Maybe we never played the game

All I know is I miss him

And things will never be t...

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The birds sang so loud that they became the music

The twittering echo of summer laced into the chill of winter

And weaved into the warmth of the sun in a tapestry

Of shadow and light, day and night

And dewdrops cling to the grass from the night before

Like a mother to her baby in a hospital ward

A hand to the chest, a mouth to the breast

From breathing to suckling, one body to...

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Do you know the feeling of being understood?

Me neither.

Do you know the feeling of being loved?

Me neither.

Do you know the feeling of betrayal?

That I knew, as I feel fresh wounds still scattered across my heart

The thousands of doodles and drawings I had in my sketchbook

Could never compare to my wrist's lines of art

The things you could find hidden in a book

Might ju...

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I’m like the wallpaper on somebody’s walls,
no one would even notice if I was being torn or ripped apart.
Until it starts to take over my attitude
my behaviour
my mood
Yet they see it like a tradition.
a sort of thing that happens once it’s ‘old’ enough, once I become a teenager.

But I’m breaking,
yet it’s masked by a genius at illusions,
just like the magicians that keep you guessing.
...

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The pulse once strong now beats so frail, Beneath the chest, a hollow tale. Where laughter lived, the silence stays, A weight descends and clouds all days. The eyes that sought a guiding flame, Now find the void, no warmth to claim. Each breath a shard, each beat a thief, That drags the soul through endless grief. The world moves on, yet joy has fled, The sky turns grey, the heart f...

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Tainted willows tearfully bowing to the devil’s courtier

Held in a clench by the wicked winter

Nothing mattered during this dark and dreadful time

Horror was the emotion of those days

Treacherous men tirelessly murdering the innocent

Death lay silently all around

Life dared not even twitch for fear of meeting death head on.

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BONEYARD

_________

 

Shovel the earth &

shovel it deep

 

Lower into the sepulchre

 

Surround the burrowed

space w/ lilacs & eulogies--

Family tears

 

Seal the earth up again

for a child had been

consigned to rest here

 

For another child

embittered

had shown him his most

glorified toy from youth

his lifelong phobia:

 

The receiving ...

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Deep the sky , in the meterior shore,

Here sitting me, reciting my chore.

 

Word to word,    I wanna transfer to u

Oh my shadow , i am ur blew.

Feeling almost ,it's new to all me

I am admiring the blue sky in the wavy silk ,

      the meterior shore reminds me

 

Leaving behind  everyone i met,

Life is unjust ,i wanna submerge in the lust.

 

No fear struck m...

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Struck again but not struck off

What I'm looking for is some real time off

Most creatures search for peace

But what I want is to be left alone in peices

 

That impact was a pitiful graze leaving me in dissaray

But still alive am I, to my dismay

Many lives have I now lived, first human, now to this

A never ending cycle of living unless I can get one last hit

 

What did...

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With sixty-two minutes played 

at a rancid, rainy Selhurst Park, 

two photographs appear  

on the jumbo screen, floating  

over the on-pitch preparations 

to take a disputed penalty.  

 

Matthew Higgins and Mick Lloyd 

sixty-two years of age 

eternal supporters, fathers, 

stalwarts, drivers and friends, 

give us a mirrored reminder  

of well lived lives played o...

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Ruin, destruction, fire and fear

Now I know why they ran from here

The wounded and the dying lay under ground

Undergrowth in abundance spreading all around

 

Fizzing and whirring through the air, it gets closer and closer to end your fear

 

Mounds that were cities, ash that were people melt into snow

The seasons are two, left tattered and strewn

In this apocolyptic sight...

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I looked at the pale face
that face that doesn’t exist
neither alive nor dead
but inhabits the space of one who is no more
It was a nightmare that inhabited me
and suddenly it became flesh
it started to walk, it breathed the need
Death is not an end
it’s not even a rest
It is the continuity of absence
that insists on showing itself

And I saw those bodies
they didn’t know what they we...

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Inspired by John Donne's sermon Death's Duel, this poem examines the profound dimensions of death: deliverance from its grip, sanctity within its grasp, and redemption through Christ's ultimate sacrifice. Rendered in a solemn yet reflective tone, it contemplates the mortal journey towards eternal life.
 

When first we breathe, the womb becomes a gate,
Where life begins—a trembling, fragile st...

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He has come again

Never welcome, never kind

The unwanted guest 

How I wish we weren’t intertwined 

 

Sometimes he gives notice

Sometimes, none at all 

The unwanted guest 

His shadow looms and curtains fall 

 

When he departs 

The darkness stays

The unwanted guest 

When will he free us from these chains

 

A friend to none

Yet known by all

The unwan...

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Memento Mori

 

Sun shone through the greying lace,

And highlighted her wrinkled face.

Dormant now, no signs of breath,

Not unexpected, a timely death.

Months of pain relieved by time,

Old age being nature’s ultimate crime.

A better place her soul now seeks,

Drying tears nestled on hollowed cheeks.

This disappearing woman faded from sight,

Unnoticed, she left us all...

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Across a road, a tranquil sight

Where animals graze to a shepherds delight

In the warm glow of a spring's dawn

A summer's heat is soon to be born

 

But across this tranquil hill

Is where the "looney's" roam and madness spills

Torn from family's and lost to war

Their minds scream through a padded door

 

Nurses rush to aid the wounded

Thrashing and yelling - who woul...

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Toys, mugs and letters dress this stoney garden

In lines that would not impress a cold, gnarled sargent

 

Stones stagger around like crooked teeth

Adorned with names, chocolates and festive wreaths

The view is long, sprawling forever

Lost but knowing in its endevour

 

The living are still, smiling through their solemness 

Clutching Birthday cards with Christmas sadness

...

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Beneath the aching winter’s shroud,

A child walked mute through the bustling crowd.

Her feet, bare whispers on the frozen stone,

Her ribs a harp of hunger’s tone.

 

She carried a box, her treasure, her thread

Of tiny star-sticks, sulfur-fed.

She called to the rich, the hurried, the gray,

“Buy one, kind sir, and light your way.”

 

But no one paused, no coin was tossed,

...

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Where laced up leather boots so softly tread
Beneath spiral columns of spindrift snow
Time freezes in the ice where he lies dead

A gnarled old man with two teeth in his head
Prays to Chomolunga from down below
Where laced up leather boots so softly tread

One month before, Gray’s elegy they read
Whilst they waited for the storm winds to slow
Time freezes in the ice where he lies dead

...

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The wind bites at the death of hope

Beautiful mountains stare from the distance waiting

A town scarred from a fire lingering in mind

As the silence quells the last of hope

 

Soldiers, guns and tanks roll through

Seeking opposition on a path straight through

Fortifications find footing, scarring the beauty of those hills

Where evil lurks and killing is a thrill

 

In am...

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What were you like

When you were alive?

What did you do

When you were breathing?

Would I have seen you?

Would I have scared you?

Would you scare me?

Would you still be here?

What would of happened

When things went differently?

When we could both breath

When did we breathe in time?

Were we ever both there 

With the same air?

Were we ever both alive?

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When we die,

We'll be forgotten,

But what can we say when

We're forgotten

While alive?

 

What am I to think

When I am invisible?

When I am cast aside?

When I am the problem?

Who is there to see me for me?

Does death then hold no meaning?

Is death even worth fearing?

Or is it rather embraced

As a means of escape

From those who

Don't care

At all?

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Can tell
Give me your heart, you lied from the start 
Looked in ya eyes ain what you want 
I can telll James got ya heart 
That’s who you wanted it from the start 
Cut me off, youn wanna talk 
Let me die you could just walk 
Really had the key into my heart 
Why you wanna do me this when I’m soft 
Hurt 
All in my thoughts 
Left me dying, now it’s my fault 
Crying 
Lonely in a empty lo...

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an epitaph
covered in overgrown grass
numbers and a letter encrypted,
written to the deceased,
for only those who knew him
you’d truly understand

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From the lover you'll never know

A note scribbled down in tears

sits atop a mound of colour

Trying to work out these forgotten fears

From a family torn and lost

Flowers that soon will rot

Your teddy sits upon the mound, arms wide open

Melting, muddy and forgotten

 

For the journey now cut short

With an ending some had thought

If only you could see things

How b...

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I don't have the vocabulary to describe it
because there are no words in any language
that would do it justice

"hopefully we have a very long time before that happens"

it hit me.
im very likely going to spend the last half of my life 
on the outside of what i want,
looking in at what i deserve.
wondering if that will be me next.
will you be in someone elses eyes?
and how that perso...

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The title of my sonnet is inspired by that of the excellent 1995 film, Land and Freedom, directed by eminent film director, Ken Loach, persecuted in the UK and elsewhere for his compassionate socialist views.

With reference to my last six lines: the terrorist murder in 1946 of British soldiers, of Jews and others should not be forgotten in the rush to attempt to justify the seven-decades-long ...

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atlas
echoes to the waters edge,
no fractured beauty in the
luminous lost in love.
from ridge
to crest
to flume, 
the olive in my skin
flutters.
veins
rust,
ripple,
and glimmer.
this deadened
parcel
coppers. 
dock your heart to mine
as we expire,
muted.

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As I wake up flat on my back

in an unfamiliar bed,

surrounded by hazy faces

and teary eyes,

and wobbly smiles,

I find that I cannot

for the life of me

remember who and why

they are here for this old guy.

 

A figure clad in black, too,

stands right there at the door.

I don't know why they won't come in

or why they're being ignored.

Perhaps, I think,

they...

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to grieve is to know love intimately.

to pluck his voice from a crowd,
though I've not heard it in years.
to reminisce about my fingertips
reading his calloused hands like braille
and finding my next breath in every tactile.

to recognize any morsel of his being
in any dimension
and pledging patience to the search
in every lifetime.
to finding him.
and knowing he is ever present.

...

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binding my roots to the earth 

is a sacred therapy.

my soul recognizes it

as muscle memory.

this holy walk on eternal plank,

brushing elbows with the grey

while i claw to escape my skin.

a draw of breath into infinite abdication,

bleeding out in memory.

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I was ready made for grief.

to live an ode to a common thing,
     this elegy to peace.

and on the days that I feel nothing,
     I torment the stillness behind my eyes
because feeling is proof of living.
and I so badly want to be alive.
     to dig deep in the scar garden,
     to excavate my hollow pit,
     to sow a lifetime of memories
     of being just out of reach.

it is my...

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“The pen is mightier than the sword”, it’s said,

But bitter and twisted gobs on sticks stir shit;

Mendacity’s their stock in trade; love’s bled

To death by sabre-rattling hypocrites.

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Dear Friends and family members

Gathered here to celebrate

And rake over my life’s embers

So sorry that I’m late

 

I intended to be on time

For this, the concluding event

Commemorating in songs and rhyme

A life well spent

 

Only the traffic lights were down

And it just kept getting worse

With anxious mothers on the school run

Stuck behind the funeral hearse

...

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Did I hit my head or have a fall?

Did my heart give out?

Am I under the stars?

Did I make it to heaven?

The memories I have are as strong as an over perked cup of coffee

I can’t forget or let them go

In fear that I’ll feel I’ll have never lived those moments to remember

I try to recreate those memories

I try to relive every moment

But each time I do

I realize it’s not...

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When I close my eyes I see the sun rising over the ocean. I see a succession of cars. I hear you laugh. I see knives in the flesh. I see fireflies surrounding your body. I see endless trees and a forest I have never known. I see barbells and birds. Lots of birds. I see the moment you decided to give up, I see you vomiting in the toilet after taking the pills.  I see you telling me you thought the ...

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Hands reach into my throat,

clawing their way to my heart.

Red blooms under their attention,

as they slither through this maze

of veins and vessels.

Slick hands grab ahold of my still heart,

squeezing it manually.

Once, twice, thrice,

a soothing rhythm in a space,

long devoid of music.

Yet, no amount of squeezing

is enough to make my heart start beating.

No amou...

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My grandparents names stand in front of me

Hundreds of yards away from each other, neighborly

 

They were always a city away,

But now so close for eternity.

There with the named and the nameless,

Where so many lives remain only in memory.

 

There was wind blowing in the trees,

Sun beating down upon our face,

Some of us walked on,

Some of us stayed.

 

Flowers ...

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Every loss is felt

Just as a ripple is spelt in water

Ever decreasing, calming asunder

 

A clock ticks in a house even emptier than before

The dark lingers in a hall still and sure

The cat rules now

Wondering why and how

 

Water weeps from a pungent wound

Never to be cleaned but to neglect and fester

Such a thought no beautiful sight could hinder

Leaving the los...

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Mother nature painted you by hand

Blue swirls traced along your land

A wonderous heaven lost to nature

May you still yet hopefully have a future?

 

You sway innocently in a dead void

Whille your cost of living is toiled

The aliens still infect you

Spewing out the innocence that held you

 

You are a blue green marble

A child's tale, a cherished fable

But waiting ...

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Death transcends the toll of time.

Stands beneath a smoke-filled sky.

Spirits rise up from the past,

row by row from first to last.

 

Like silhouettes of lifeless trees

against the sun, no foot can flee.

Then sink they into desert sand…

as hate consumes the life of man.

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What is a day but a measure in time 

don’t you hear your own clock chime 

You might think it's not so simple 

So refuse to act on this impulse 

just to think of what others may say 

But now is the time to seize the Day 

 

Your future is earths worm food

For our life can’t be renewed 

Our ashes will be left behind 

That's how it's all designed 

So live the life you ...

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Those who do not accept death

are its only real victims 

 

For one does not feel the current 

until he begins to swim against it

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I wish it would have been a war

that was the explanation for

the reason you are not around,

the reason I don’t hear the sound

of your voice anymore.

No, I don’t hear it anymore.

 

And I wish it were all a dream

although a bad one it would seem,

cuz then at least I’d have the chance

to open up my eyes and glance

upon your face, but I don’t see it.

No, not anymo...

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I sat today midst the happy smiles

of a children’s song, and for just a while

I was happy too, for what else should come

from a happy day and a happy song.

 

But, it came again just like every June,

when I feel the pain of an open wound

that on every other day I keep

hidden far from view, buried oh so deep.

 

But I guess that’s why they made the day,

so that folks ...

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