The Poems of Loss and Grieving - iPeace.us
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Three Fine Flames are Gone
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tag:ipeace.us,2009-01-18:2217368:Comment:1022658
2009-01-18T00:29:03.638Z
David Gould
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Three Fine Flames are Gone<br />
<br />
These three bright flames are gone<br />
whose fires once warmed our lives<br />
this world just cannot weep enough<br />
for all this pain within your heart,<br />
nor can we fathom why they went<br />
why were these flames snuffed out.<br />
<br />
The inconsolable tears of a father<br />
for all this pain and grief, he’s lost<br />
the three most wonderful flames<br />
that brightened and blessed his life<br />
and yet his tears are for us all<br />
for this his loss is our loss as well.<br />
<br />
These three gentle flames of Peace<br />
blessed all…
Three Fine Flames are Gone<br />
<br />
These three bright flames are gone<br />
whose fires once warmed our lives<br />
this world just cannot weep enough<br />
for all this pain within your heart,<br />
nor can we fathom why they went<br />
why were these flames snuffed out.<br />
<br />
The inconsolable tears of a father<br />
for all this pain and grief, he’s lost<br />
the three most wonderful flames<br />
that brightened and blessed his life<br />
and yet his tears are for us all<br />
for this his loss is our loss as well.<br />
<br />
These three gentle flames of Peace<br />
blessed all they shone their light on<br />
as three soldiers of a gentler march<br />
whose message of peace could have<br />
melted the hearts cast in cold hate<br />
but now this message will not be told.<br />
<br />
Gentle father as you stand weeping<br />
feel all our arms upon your sleeve<br />
for you are not alone by these graves<br />
we are here, all of us, silent, bowed<br />
and in the sudden stillness we breath<br />
and recall these three daughters we lost.<br />
<br />
Your grief is our grief, tears we share<br />
for each time one of our kin is killed<br />
it is ourselves that are diminished.<br />
Cruel fate to have killed right now<br />
and never to have known that peace,<br />
these three flames had hoped to see.<br />
<br />
David © 17th January 2009
Sonho de poeta
Clicia Pavan…
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2009-01-08T01:02:25.527Z
Clicia Pavan
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Sonho de poeta<br />
<br />
Clicia Pavan<br />
<br />
Quando o vento secar as lágrimas das mães<br />
Que perderam seus filhos nas guerras<br />
e na violência sem culpar a pagar<br />
<br />
Quando o sol aquecer o frio das almas cansadas<br />
Das viúvas e das crianças abandonadas<br />
que perderam a esperança de lutar<br />
Quando o homem consentir trégua<br />
as guerras e a intolerância religiosa<br />
<br />
Sem palavras nem poemas<br />
Um novo dia nascerá<br />
E como fênix nas cinzas<br />
o mundo renascera...<br />
<br />
Porque o homem entendeu que não é Deus<br />
<br />
O mar cantará a canção das…
Sonho de poeta<br />
<br />
Clicia Pavan<br />
<br />
Quando o vento secar as lágrimas das mães<br />
Que perderam seus filhos nas guerras<br />
e na violência sem culpar a pagar<br />
<br />
Quando o sol aquecer o frio das almas cansadas<br />
Das viúvas e das crianças abandonadas<br />
que perderam a esperança de lutar<br />
Quando o homem consentir trégua<br />
as guerras e a intolerância religiosa<br />
<br />
Sem palavras nem poemas<br />
Um novo dia nascerá<br />
E como fênix nas cinzas<br />
o mundo renascera...<br />
<br />
Porque o homem entendeu que não é Deus<br />
<br />
O mar cantará a canção das ondas<br />
nos lábios traremos um sorriso de paz<br />
<br />
Seremos então todos iguais<br />
sem esperas nem cansaços<br />
Seremos humanos<br />
Seremos irmãos<br />
------------------<br />
Dream of poet<br />
<br />
Clicia Pavan<br />
<br />
When the wind dried the tears of mothers<br />
Who lost their children in wars<br />
and blame the violence without pay<br />
<br />
<br />
When the sun warm the cold of tired souls<br />
The widows and abandoned children<br />
who lost the hope of fighting<br />
When the man agrees truce wars and religious intolerance<br />
<br />
Without words or poems<br />
A new day born<br />
And as the world phoenix in the ashes reborn ...<br />
Because the man felt that God is not<br />
<br />
The sea sing the song of the waves<br />
bring a smile on the lips of peace<br />
We then all equal<br />
without waiting or tiredness<br />
<br />
We are human<br />
We are brothers
And then the press!
Sorry to…
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2009-01-08T00:31:03.343Z
David Gould
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And then the press!<br />
<br />
<b>Sorry to intrude…</b><br />
<br />
<br />
Sorry to intrude<br />
at a dreadful time like this<br />
but I just wanted to ask<br />
for an up-to-date image.<br />
The one that we have<br />
is old and black and white;<br />
and it’s been used before,<br />
and we think that our readers<br />
deserve a better one.<br />
<br />
Sorry to intrude<br />
at a dreadful time like this<br />
but we need to do an interview<br />
with you both, you see;<br />
an in depth resume<br />
of what she was like;<br />
some childhood stories<br />
and a little later colour<br />
Would be really nice.<br />
<br />
Sorry to…
And then the press!<br />
<br />
<b>Sorry to intrude…</b><br />
<br />
<br />
Sorry to intrude<br />
at a dreadful time like this<br />
but I just wanted to ask<br />
for an up-to-date image.<br />
The one that we have<br />
is old and black and white;<br />
and it’s been used before,<br />
and we think that our readers<br />
deserve a better one.<br />
<br />
Sorry to intrude<br />
at a dreadful time like this<br />
but we need to do an interview<br />
with you both, you see;<br />
an in depth resume<br />
of what she was like;<br />
some childhood stories<br />
and a little later colour<br />
Would be really nice.<br />
<br />
Sorry to intrude<br />
at a dreadful time like this,<br />
but we are doing this spread<br />
over two full pages see,<br />
and we want some quotes,<br />
about all current things,<br />
if you would like to comment<br />
upon the Middle East<br />
that would be really good.<br />
<br />
Sorry to intrude<br />
at a dreadful time like this<br />
but we are a magazine<br />
with a big circulation<br />
we feel it would help you<br />
to talk it over with us<br />
as talking is therapy<br />
and we’ll only print a bit<br />
and there’s money too!<br />
<br />
Sorry to intrude<br />
at a dreadful time like this<br />
but we are really sorry<br />
that this has had to happen<br />
we’re sorry about your daughter<br />
but our readers want to know<br />
what sort of a girl<br />
was she really like<br />
and your name is?<br />
<br />
Now hear this! All of you!<br />
I have nothing to say to you<br />
No Comment. NO COMMENT.<br />
So get the Hell out of here<br />
And respect my mourning space
The Water Glass by the Bed
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2009-01-08T00:26:20.982Z
David Gould
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The Water Glass by the Bed<br />
<br />
Like intruders in your space<br />
we come to pack your flat.<br />
You have just moved in<br />
there’s boxes everywhere.<br />
The flat pack newly put up<br />
towels drying on the airier,<br />
and your water-glass by the bed.<br />
<br />
They told us to pack up the flat,<br />
before you were identified,<br />
in case it was robbed,<br />
by those hearing the news.<br />
It is a most terrible task,<br />
I can cope with most of it,<br />
but not the water-glass by the bed.<br />
<br />
People came to help us pack<br />
all your things you’d bought new ,<br />
wrapped,…
The Water Glass by the Bed<br />
<br />
Like intruders in your space<br />
we come to pack your flat.<br />
You have just moved in<br />
there’s boxes everywhere.<br />
The flat pack newly put up<br />
towels drying on the airier,<br />
and your water-glass by the bed.<br />
<br />
They told us to pack up the flat,<br />
before you were identified,<br />
in case it was robbed,<br />
by those hearing the news.<br />
It is a most terrible task,<br />
I can cope with most of it,<br />
but not the water-glass by the bed.<br />
<br />
People came to help us pack<br />
all your things you’d bought new ,<br />
wrapped, stacked and folded.<br />
Poor John, your helpful friend<br />
took down the things he’d put up.<br />
He could pack it all up with tears<br />
but not the water-glass by the bed.<br />
<br />
When you left that morning,<br />
you had been running late,<br />
it was just as you had left it;<br />
a life interrupted by death.<br />
You intended to later return,<br />
to clear up all you had left<br />
even the water-glass by the bed.<br />
<br />
David February 2006
The Essence... you caught it.…
tag:ipeace.us,2008-12-14:2217368:Comment:697188
2008-12-14T08:42:50.299Z
Kara Johnstad
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The Essence... you caught it... that one little four letter word. The word is<br />
<br />
LOVE<br />
<br />
the space is<br />
<br />
LOVE<br />
<br />
<br />
ever so pure...<br />
<br />
healing<br />
<br />
uplifting<br />
<br />
unconditional<br />
<br />
<br />
LOVE.<br />
<br />
<img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o259/singingbaul/powerful%20pics/6952422-md.jpg"/>
The Essence... you caught it... that one little four letter word. The word is<br />
<br />
LOVE<br />
<br />
the space is<br />
<br />
LOVE<br />
<br />
<br />
ever so pure...<br />
<br />
healing<br />
<br />
uplifting<br />
<br />
unconditional<br />
<br />
<br />
LOVE.<br />
<br />
<img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o259/singingbaul/powerful%20pics/6952422-md.jpg"/>
Dangling sails in doldrums,…
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2008-11-30T12:01:57.124Z
Dirk Boehmer
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Dangling sails in doldrums,<br />
<br />
gently rocking in a dry lull,<br />
<br />
full of dead silence & vasteness,<br />
<br />
no shore, no lighthouse in sight?<br />
<br />
<br />
A nutshell in fragile suspense,<br />
<br />
afloat on a sea of emptiness,<br />
<br />
in the blue-turquoise sereneness<br />
<br />
of an immersed sunny paradise....?<br />
<br />
<br />
Opalescent reefs glut with sand,<br />
<br />
rainbow-multi-couloured seafood,<br />
<br />
afloat with bellies sunny side up<br />
<br />
in eddy waters of chilly sadness?<br />
<br />
<br />
Gridlocked on a vast sandbank,<br />
<br />
stuck in low tides of emptiness,<br />
<br />
dusty winds of dried…
Dangling sails in doldrums,<br />
<br />
gently rocking in a dry lull,<br />
<br />
full of dead silence & vasteness,<br />
<br />
no shore, no lighthouse in sight?<br />
<br />
<br />
A nutshell in fragile suspense,<br />
<br />
afloat on a sea of emptiness,<br />
<br />
in the blue-turquoise sereneness<br />
<br />
of an immersed sunny paradise....?<br />
<br />
<br />
Opalescent reefs glut with sand,<br />
<br />
rainbow-multi-couloured seafood,<br />
<br />
afloat with bellies sunny side up<br />
<br />
in eddy waters of chilly sadness?<br />
<br />
<br />
Gridlocked on a vast sandbank,<br />
<br />
stuck in low tides of emptiness,<br />
<br />
dusty winds of dried bleakness,<br />
<br />
on a horizon of drowned sunrises....?<br />
<br />
<br />
Flattened on an arid river bed,<br />
<br />
interspersed with the sere weed<br />
<br />
of banks carved by vestiges of meaning.<br />
<br />
Dead silence in the wings of a butterfly....?<br />
<br />
<br />
Obscureness coating outer lightheartedness,<br />
<br />
a full moon inclined on an empty sky,<br />
<br />
while stars implode back to inner space,<br />
<br />
absorbed by a dark ballon in whizzing deflation.......?<br />
<br />
<br />
Looking down through the lonelisphere<br />
<br />
on the tops of fell-fields of atrabiliousness,<br />
<br />
weathered by the acerb storms of despair,<br />
<br />
dust of melancholia covering acardiac rocks?<br />
<br />
<br />
Lithospheric crevices sallying out insipid steam,<br />
<br />
remnants of lava streams bubble in seely solitude,<br />
<br />
under tectonic displacements of abysmal sense<br />
<br />
an earth core at downtime in deadheartedness.....?<br />
<br />
<br />
A dark star void of inmost radiation and energy,<br />
<br />
fused by mournfulness and appropriatelessness,<br />
<br />
on its drift through the space of unconsciousness,<br />
<br />
in a homeless universe filled with seas of dark tears?<br />
<br />
<br />
A senseless journey abreast the celestial highways<br />
<br />
beyond the milky ways of dedication, devotion, and passion,<br />
<br />
and off the paths of the falling stars of enlightenment,<br />
<br />
only few of them dispersing tiny sparks with their wand of eros........?<br />
<br />
<br />
A cruise trough a universe full of false promises<br />
<br />
in a deep space enriched with hideous alpha-gravity<br />
<br />
a journey void of honest appreciation and neededness,<br />
<br />
a trip on the downside of true appropriatedness and destination......?<br />
<br />
<br />
A candle at burnout, a suffocated flame,<br />
<br />
in a breathless air void of lively oxygen,<br />
<br />
filled up with carbon monoxide of uselessness,<br />
<br />
caught under a bell jar of unlively constrictedness.....?<br />
<br />
<br />
Running in endless inner circles, crawling slippery<br />
<br />
round glas walls with no peaceful corner to retreat into,<br />
<br />
We just sit and stare into this humdrum hamster wheel....?<br />
<br />
Yet<br />
<br />
We light <b>anew</b> another meaningful <b>candle of attentiveness</b>...... ! ! !
~Dustin James Jones~
~Dec 11…
tag:ipeace.us,2008-11-29:2217368:Comment:570844
2008-11-29T15:55:39.915Z
Beverley Anne Jones
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~Dustin James Jones~<br />
<br />
~Dec 11th1987~Sept 9th 1989~<br />
<br />
You are in every single thing of beauty that I see<br />
<br />
You are in the sparkle of moonlight that twinkles on the snow<br />
<br />
You are in the specks that dance in the rays of sunlight that stream across my floor<br />
<br />
You are the glisening shimmer on the water of a clear blue lake<br />
<br />
You are in everything of magic that I see<br />
<br />
You are in the morning light of each new day<br />
<br />
You are in every star at night that streak across the darkest skies<br />
<br />
You are every single…
~Dustin James Jones~<br />
<br />
~Dec 11th1987~Sept 9th 1989~<br />
<br />
You are in every single thing of beauty that I see<br />
<br />
You are in the sparkle of moonlight that twinkles on the snow<br />
<br />
You are in the specks that dance in the rays of sunlight that stream across my floor<br />
<br />
You are the glisening shimmer on the water of a clear blue lake<br />
<br />
You are in everything of magic that I see<br />
<br />
You are in the morning light of each new day<br />
<br />
You are in every star at night that streak across the darkest skies<br />
<br />
You are every single thing of beauty that I see<br />
<br />
by Bev Jones<br />
<br />
Nov 23/08
The Violence of Silence
By Dy…
tag:ipeace.us,2008-11-29:2217368:Comment:570781
2008-11-29T15:44:57.827Z
Dylan Cook
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The Violence of Silence<br />
By Dylan E Cook<br />
<br />
She thought of calling him on the phone<br />
But then she would be even more alone<br />
She wanted to tell him her hurt feelings<br />
About his own down and dirty dealings<br />
<br />
Abusers are losers<br />
They are liars not lovers<br />
<br />
When she called him on the telephone<br />
She expected not to ever again condone<br />
All she got was a desperate silence<br />
She had expected his usual violence<br />
<br />
Abusers are losers<br />
They are liars not lovers<br />
<br />
She wanted to leave him<br />
So why did she need to believe…
The Violence of Silence<br />
By Dylan E Cook<br />
<br />
She thought of calling him on the phone<br />
But then she would be even more alone<br />
She wanted to tell him her hurt feelings<br />
About his own down and dirty dealings<br />
<br />
Abusers are losers<br />
They are liars not lovers<br />
<br />
When she called him on the telephone<br />
She expected not to ever again condone<br />
All she got was a desperate silence<br />
She had expected his usual violence<br />
<br />
Abusers are losers<br />
They are liars not lovers<br />
<br />
She wanted to leave him<br />
So why did she need to believe him<br />
Every time he apologized<br />
He always patronized<br />
<br />
Abusers are losers<br />
They are liars not lovers
Je souhaite que mon Lac de l…
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2008-11-29T12:21:19.425Z
martine
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Je souhaite que mon Lac de larmes abreuve le monde de mon amour pour toujours Bises
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Je souhaite que mon Lac de larmes abreuve le monde de mon amour pour toujours Bises
Arisur,
Helen was twenty eigh…
tag:ipeace.us,2008-11-29:2217368:Comment:569435
2008-11-29T11:57:49.391Z
David Gould
https://ipeace.us/profile/DavidGould
Arisur,<br />
Helen was twenty eight when she was killed by a terrorist bomb on the London Underground at Kings Cross on the morning of 7th July 2005. The grief that her death caused cannot be measured nor can the loss of so many others be easily understood.<br />
I was a resident of Park Place in Lockerbie where the main part of the plane came down. Our house as with so many others were scattered with debris while other houses were destroyed. The scene which we witnessed in our streets that night and…
Arisur,<br />
Helen was twenty eight when she was killed by a terrorist bomb on the London Underground at Kings Cross on the morning of 7th July 2005. The grief that her death caused cannot be measured nor can the loss of so many others be easily understood.<br />
I was a resident of Park Place in Lockerbie where the main part of the plane came down. Our house as with so many others were scattered with debris while other houses were destroyed. The scene which we witnessed in our streets that night and subsequent days were ones that we hoped never to have to see again.<br />
Sadly the world learns little from all this loss,<br />
the bleeding of our race continues unabated,<br />
but I have learned that my only response<br />
is to break the cycles of bitterness and hatred<br />
and that cycle has to be broken right here<br />
within my own heart...as it does within us all;<br />
Yes I am a pacifist but more than that I am<br />
a great lover of all my fellow human beings.