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Nathalie Jul 9
The shooting star
winks from across the
midnight sky
Its brilliance destined
in delivering faithful
wishes to all
who believe in
the power of a dream

Their hearts dance
with purpose;
a bridge of
of sacred honour
vibrating colours of
love and oneness;
a soulful pledge
born to life

And my wife was so afraid
of dying sometimes she wouldn't sleep at night and through fear of never
waking upon the
morning light
never allowed
her to
live as she
For my wife afraid of dying
that didn't allow her to enjoy life to full lost In many ways
but It was real illness that
at one time I never
but wish I
For the sleepless night we were both having was not her fault for she was really scared of dying so she'd try to stay awake for she wanted to make every moment
for she didn't won't  to be
robbed of her life whilst  sleeping even when Helen knew she  was dying still tried to stay awake even though she was drugged
up with
to try and numb her Increasing pain Helen showed true courage and bravery to myself family and friends It was an
honour to have her known her and even more to have been
Poetic T Apr 6
We were buried beneath the footsteps
                                 of generals insecurities.
Like dominos ready to fall when we
                 climbed the wall and fell
before our time...

But we where the steps of others
                  collecting behind our graves
of flesh they hid.
                      Ricochets flew past those
hid behind the regrets of friends silently
                                   shielding there dreams.

Please let our steps be counted,
                   no matter how many never
fall to the beat of the drums..

          Ours are silent, never to tread once again,
                                   we are the fallen.
Like leaves we decay in the ground.
               some buried some never to be found,
Just blossoms of white buried beneath the earth.
Chicken Mar 4
Hey don't cross the creep line,

That's seven questions too many.

One compliment too much,

Watch the energy fold up in my crotch, deploying the missile defence system, that you thought no woman
could ever have.
The line, or fence [boundary], is there for a reason.

The ‘wow’ is the point where the male misses polite signals given by the female, yet still ignores, proceeds with his inappropriate verbal attempts at coming over the other side of that fence.

Stay back buddy, this chicken is armed with mastery n you are stupified by your own standards.
Johnny walker Feb 22
And as I lay upon my bed looking  at our wedding pictures on my wall and know that my darling Is free of the pains she suffered throughout her
And with her loss small
comfort I know but comfort all the same to
know she free of the worsening problem of
this world
No longer to face the suffering of degrading assessments by people
that are not even qualified to determine her right to disability allowance
Helen required a wheelchair because of walking disabilities breathing heart
Osteoarthritis crumbling bones her spine was twisting she required oxygen a ventilator mask
at night and through the day
She reached a point where no amount of pain killers worked  for her she was left to suffer the
She was so Incredible In her bravery shown but still, she wasn't given the correct amount of money she was entitled
I to have been through that assessment process I know how degrading It Is so as for gaze upon our wedding photos on my walls  wedding photos a comfort
to have for having lost her
but I know In my heart my sweetheart
Is free of  the terrible pains she suffered through her short life her quality of life was so poor she's at peace now God bless her soul, I shall forever love her
Helen Incredible In her bravery right to the end
I will always love her and
have the greatest respect
for her so very proud to
shared twenty years with
her as man and wife an truly an honour
Moji K Jan 13
she was a person
not your honour
your pride
she begged you not to
but you burned her alive
there were tears in her eyes
when you snuffed her life out
and you sold your soul
when her light flickered out
her fear will be yours
on the day that you stand
a sinner before his Lord
she was a human
never yours to sacrifice
so cursed be your honour
and hollow be your pride
there is no honour in killing.
Aa Harvey Dec 2018

Upon this death I see before me,
Four stood soldiers waiting patiently.
Beneath my feet I guess there could be,
An empty space of contemplation.
I built this place for only my eyes to see.
I come here occasionally when I need a vacation.

I am bound to watch the day pass.
I plead ignorance with such sincerity.
Because I stole a broach, apparently, in the past,
I am tied to the mast, by the quarter mast.
Nobody believes in me and as the sun burns my eyes,
I cannot close them for they hold no water inside.
The lid upon my soul is dry,
But I am yet to truly sink into the depths of my subconscious.
I can still hear them talking all their meaningless phrases,
Sounding like a thousand drunken babies,
As I honorably sink deeper into the abyss.

Communication breakdown, silence of the ages,
And all is but a single drop in the ocean; gone are all the praises.
This life of mine hangs in the balance and from the rafters.
I would not jest simply for the amusement of laughter.
With a face of iron, I am all done a-lying.
Stoically I still proclaim to tell the truth from upon high,
For soon I will be dying.

And then I spot the villainous rake,
And all of his duplicitous, surreptitious plots,
That wrap around their feeble minds,
Like the coil of a snake’s tail; their will is soon gone.
So they follow him into the darkness so blind;
Tongue tastes like dust from the burning sunshine.
It intoxicates all the other ship mates into seeing guilty.
Through all their mistakes they have misjudged me.

I am not, nor have I ever been, an infallible being,
But I was never ever seen to steal anything.
I never truly took, because I never truly looked, deep into the chest.
They ripped out my heart in search of plunder through contempt.
Now I stand here lost and all alone;
Shattered through not only a lack of food, but my lost home,
Has been taken from me, by those who would lie.
Why try to enlighten those who will not hear my side?

If I ever speak of this tale again,
Then you should know, I know your face, for it caused me this pain,
And on the day when we come to rest upon the shore,
Or even if we sink, slowly to the ocean floor;
I will remember all you took from me and I will rise with rage.

My silver piece, my one of eight,
They stole it from me and tossed it into the silver plate.
The trust of my shipmates broken this day,
When the end truly comes I will rise again.
I will point a solitary finger in only your direction,
And you will have to look away to hide your guilty expression;
But I never mentioned, just left them guessing.
We are all dead men walking, this death is a blessing.

(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Nathalie Nov 2018
Silvered flakes illuminate

Her promised path

Crowds of trees

Honour companionship

During this heartening journey

No turning back

Once the voyage begins

Vision lifts the seeker

And encourages progress

Moving towards purpose

Heart and minds speaks

In accord, as momentum

Drives achievement

Elevation boosts awareness

Soul vibrates new frequency
Johnny walker Nov 2018
For a strange reason  can't  
get my head around how
someone can be here one
minute then gone and
life Just carry on as If they
were never
The rich and the famous
will always be remembered,
so I  thought why not my
wife she Is so deserving  so
I'm going  to make Helen
known throughout the world
by the poems, I write that have
come to being  through
This gift I've been given I will
use to make Helen known to as
many people In the world that
I can as this a promise made to
A promise I made to myself that will honour to my wife Helen till I can write no more
Jon Thenes Oct 2018

Attaching honours
and dispatching lives;
So grins the new day
and greets the Great Flaw


The Fusing :
and apply
weapon to wound
(as the weatherman dictates)


Taughtless and young
Fight your way from family
and take oath
with no protest:
A moral clumsiness


We'll sort out that 'population problem'
and lunge out our burrowed lives
in saturation
of our unmended sorrows
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