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 Dec 2019
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If you squint just right -
there’s a new star in the sky
tonight - shining bright
- shining a light on suicide.
My son’s best friend since middle school and  Best Man- to be- for my son’s wedding planned for next May took his life yesterday. He was 24 years old. No one saw it coming. Just before his death he posted a link on his FB page for donating to the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline.
1-800-273-8255

https://suicidepreventionlifeline.org/

RIP, Tristan J.
 Dec 2019
Mary Gay Kearns
I have learnt to expect nothing
Content on the pillows with my
Failing eyes and intense thought
We were made remarkably simply
So in the end just dust drifts down.

Love Mary
 Nov 2019
SamanthaX
1.

Fame or glory
Written in
a Sunday morning

Watching 44
sunsets
As I helped
put
the finger
on the
trigger

Prayers keeping
pieces of
me together

Brick walls were
bleeding
Words lost their
faith
Hope was
scratching
calling my
name

And I’m not sure if
time
has become my
friend
or my enemy
 Nov 2019
Orion Lesneski
You see,
You and me,
We made a tree,
Just you and me,
But it wasn’t free,
You got rid of me,
And cut down our tree.
 Nov 2019
Joe Cole
I gaze upon my comrades, at the places where they lay
A young man lies beside me with blood upon his face
“I can’t see you friend” he says “because my wound has left me blind
But I beg you to write the words I say and send them to my wife”

“My darling I have left you but I leave you with these words
I love you now and for ever, hold our children close for me
It should never have ended in this way
In a fight for liberty

I am not alone as I depart this life
Many friends lie with me, here on every side
I know not what we fought for or why we had to die
I hope we did not die in vain but I know not the reason why

A young man writes these words for me but I cannot see his face
He will tell you darling in my death there was no disgrace
With my comrades I fought bravely but we never had a chance
We stood and faced the enemy without a backward glance

I can hardly speak the words, blood has filled my mouth
My new friend here will bury me facing to the south
I am scared my darling I did not want to go
I must leave you soon for a place I do not know”

I wrote the words for that young man with the his blood upon my hands
For I’m the one who killed him as he made his last stand
Did I hate him? No for he was my countryman
We fought because a civil war had split our once united land

Yes I killed him dearest sister in the cruel and ****** fight
I would rather it had been me because you are his wife
Brother fighting brother, father fighting son
Has our god deserted us, has the evil won

This fight between the north and south, between the blue and grey
Will god ever forgive me for what I did this day
I will bury him facing south as he asked for it to be
I hope that when it is my time they’ll do the same for me.
 Oct 2019
Alber
Mayor Pete Buttigieg
was nobodies fool.
He chose Harvard
for a school.

Went to England
as an Oxford scholar.
Got a Rhodes award
and saved US dollar.

Took a freighter to study
for his final exam.
( This is true, I do nor jest}
of his class, he scored the best.

Came home and served as Mayor
And won a second term,
In football city, Notre Dame.
Giving him a taste of fame.

To round out his life
he went on line
and found a male partner.
It worked out fine.

He ran for President
as a South Bend resident.
Both friend and foe
rated his chances low.

Said he, I will give it my best
Since Donald Trump is my foe.
 Aug 2019
Àŧùl
Kindly avoid going to any hill station,
While planning so, bear some hesitation.

You are so very hot,
But the hills are not.

What if you go there when,
All that area starts boiling then.
My HP Poem #1745
©Atul Kaushal
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