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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.

#tribute #eulogy #to #*** #fellow #writer #gone #but #never #forgotten

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

#an #acrostic #tribute

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.

#death #loss #friend #grief #memorial #tribute #young