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Julian Delia Nov 2018

Hopelessness kills: A tribute to Mohanad Younis [PART III]

PART III: THE LOCKED DOOR

The straw that broke the camel’s back.
The lethal blow that made his resilience crack.
Think, analyse the commensurate reaction to his fate;
Paralysed and desperate, in his own words.

‘Asphyxiated’ seems like such a clean word;
‘He died of asphyxiation,’ that’s what the articles wrote.
What about dying of starvation? Let me elaborate on this note –
I meant, dying from being starved of hope.
I hardly think one ‘asphyxiating’ does this justice.
How about ‘a sense of debilitating hopelessness’, instead?
Or maybe ‘hopelessness that feels like all-encompassing dread?’

Because that’s what all of Gaza feels right now.
How? How the **** did we get here?
Year after year, Palestinians die and suffer.
Fear after fear, they come alive, one after the other.
‘We’re dead, already’ –
How does reading something like that not make you feel unsteady?

So, what do you do after suffering like that?
Nothing, except for lying down flat on your bed,
Crying, watching everybody around you dying.
And then, when you can’t cry anymore,
When you realise your entire country was treated like an eye sore,
When you can’t take it anymore,
That’s when you lock the ******* door.
That’s when Asma broke through that door,
To find her prodigal son dead, collapsed on the floor.

I finished it; Mohanad, I hope I have done your soul justice.

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Philip Winchester Nov 2018

Remember you are special. (An Acrostic)

Remember you are special. Ref 011
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Remember you are special
Even though you're feeling blue
Most generous of fair ladies
Extra special in this wide world
My goodness I know your special
Beautiful and my woman brave .
Every day you generate perfection
Reacting to the trials of the day

You hold a constant disposition
Opposing vague and selfish folk
Un-masking any smart pretenders

And we all know who they are.
Remember you are very special
Earth angels have taught you well

Some say you reached perfection
Perfection ? Yes many years ago.
Even long before wise Solomons
Could their laws at first proclaim
I know you were a special case
As my woman your the one I know
Lead me we'a smile upon your face .
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Philip written 18/09/2018
RIP dearest Barbara.

Remember you are special

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JS CARIE Nov 2018

In the shadow of shades lost

Home and contentment are synonymous
The desire to reach,
while innate or evident
quiet or curious
keeps a continuum over discrepant cultures, the world over
An opulence of love and warmth
Having one ingredient can make fertile the other
One without the match, make an ordinary or secondary batch
Making one rich with joy, their other can be broke and remote
seeking satisfaction

Home is not a location
or bricks of residence
But a written word in deep established sentiment
An atmosphere cloaked in the unfalter
The taking of arms to conclude their hold
developed in elements of the affectionate
No disaster, constructed or natural
could alter

As I am now,
locked in the shadow of shades lost
surrendering independent power in a momentary yield,
On hands and knees, bloodshot and in need of a shield...
In need of my one...
the imperative relevance of feeling her
That selfish influential significance that creates safe harbor at journeys end
Generated by the glow of resolve
in the home of her arms contentment

#longing #loving #yearning #contentment #content #tribute #dour #surrender

Jamie Paras Oct 2018

for ian

Death seems to come out of nowhere at times

And yet, death is everywhere

It is and one day will be everyone, and everything we know, everything we love, everything we care about

One day, it will be us

Today, death is Ian.

Death is Ian, with the goofy long hair and sleepy face and **** smile

Is it wrong to think of someone just-dead as ****?

Death is everywhere, every moment, but today, tonight, death is especially heavy.

Death is questions.
Is dying from kidney failure painful?
What happens now?

Death is an empty chair and desk in several classrooms on Monday, eyes drawn toward it but not lingering.

Death is a locker full of belongings never to be opened by its owner again.

Will they empty his locker?

Use it as a memorial?

Death is knowing that the name ‘Ian’ is on the mind of so many people in Carteret tonight.

Death is never graduating from high school. Never going to college. Having kids.

Death is the negative. The permanent.

Death is personal but impersonal, impartial and omniscient.

Death is not knowing which one is better.

Death is knowing that life will go on.

Life will go on with the loss of life.

Death is personal, singular tonight, for us, but it is unifying.

More than a pep rally, more than school spirit.

Death unifies hundreds of different people tonight in a way that is unexpected, uninvited, yet irrevocable.

Death is everyone and everything. Every age, every gender, every religion, sexuality, status, history, personality.

Tonight, death is Ian Jacob.

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Philip Winchester Oct 2018

Unconditional love (Both ways) (An Acrostic)

Unconditional love both ways. Ref 018
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Unconditional love both ways.
Now I do my part and you do yours
Chastise me if you need to but hold
On to this thought .There is no flaw.
Now if it's unconditional it's mutual
Don't you think that is most fair ?
I love and respect my darling girl
That said I know she loves me too
I hope our lives will last forever
On every occasion in storm or calm
Naturally in sickness and in health
And for better and of course worst
Love has to be that way not maybe

Love has to be ALWAYS not fickle
Otherwise many conditions fail.
Very often respect is sadly lost
Eruptions of rage always forgiven

By one that loves unconditionally.
One that adores his darling girl.
The one that wants you day n night
Happy in the knowledge of love.

Where would we find a better mate
A mate that can display love 24/7
Year in Year out unconditionally
Simply look me in the eyes n know.
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Philip ... Written 24th January 2017.

This poem was originally written 24th January 2017
Posted on 1/10/18. The 17th Day of my grief.

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Philip Winchester Oct 2018

On the third day. (An Acrostic)

Poem
On the third day. Ref 017
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On the third day.
Now as I roll away the stone

The thoughts and actions gathered
Heartfelt intentions placed in memory banks
Establishment of our communication method

The road ahead of course is uncertain
Having Barbara with me ,an essential
In sickness and in health , for better or worse
Reacting to each problem with a solution
Devoting myself to our spiritual togetherness

Daily as I roll away the stone .To clear a path
Act and react without a seconds thought
You have made my mind up . My woman brave
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Philip
27/9/18.

This poem is written at the death bed of my dear wife Barbara who was held on a life support in Hospital while her children and grandchildren gathered at the bedside. On the third day She ascended into heaven and was relieved from all pain. This is one of my 30 days of mourning. The first month of a lifelong mourning

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