#tributes - Hello Poetry

We're cuddled up together Your paw clings to my arm Nails ejecting cling to my arm "Stay with me, please" She seems to beg Eyes of gold look into my blue eyes And I hurriedly let her have her way Purring beside me Keeping my arm warm Leaning her head into The warmth in the crook of my arm She smiles her feline grin And I gently kiss her furry head You are like a little candle Producing happiness and light So curl up beside me While I type my poetry That I dedicate for you Now and then stopping Between typing words To stroke your silky Furry body, sweet Lady Jane ~Marian~

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Mar 22, 2014

Mar 22, 2014 at 7:06 PM UTC

marian

Cuddled Up Together

We're cuddled up together Your paw clings to my arm Nails ejecting cling to my arm "Stay with me, please" She seems to beg Eyes of gold look into my blue eyes And I hurriedly let her have her way Purring beside me Keeping my arm warm Leaning her head into The warmth in the crook of my arm She smiles her feline grin And I gently kiss her furry head You are like a little candle Producing happiness and light So curl up beside me While I type my poetry That I dedicate for you Now and then stopping Between typing words To stroke your silky Furry body, sweet Lady Jane ~Marian~

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A very sweet girl A new friend of mine One I do hold dear She loves pets too Wrote a heartwarming poem For me and Lady Jane So we three are good friends A group of girls Merry laughter and happy giggles Sound across the air And fade in the distance Mixing with the song of a violin Such a lovely symphony I am playing for her Hoping against hope It makes her smile ~Marian~

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Mar 22, 2014

Mar 22, 2014 at 9:18 PM UTC

marian

For KatRose

A very sweet girl A new friend of mine One I do hold dear She loves pets too Wrote a heartwarming poem For me and Lady Jane So we three are good friends A group of girls Merry laughter and happy giggles Sound across the air And fade in the distance Mixing with the song of a violin Such a lovely symphony I am playing for her Hoping against hope It makes her smile ~Marian~

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Old soldiers in the firing line, Community clubbing time, Let's honour them in rhymes, Now in the vault of the unleashed, Their courage released, For the job, they were the right men, The flower of past generations, People to treasure, through the ages, In theatres of combat, such stages, Designer beers wanted here, On Anzac Day, we give them silent cheers.

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Apr 24, 2016

Apr 24, 2016 at 3:23 AM UTC

julie-grenness

ANZAC DAY TRIBUTE

Old soldiers in the firing line, Community clubbing time, Let's honour them in rhymes, Now in the vault of the unleashed, Their courage released, For the job, they were the right men, The flower of past generations, People to treasure, through the ages, In theatres of combat, such stages, Designer beers wanted here, On Anzac Day, we give them silent cheers.

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We... ..Say So, We Was blessed by the almighty with your gifting. ..Say So, We Was led incredibly as a football fraternity by your Kingship leadership skills. ..Say So, You Was a father, provider, protector, friend, brother and national hero to all. ..Say So, It Was joy to watch you fly Acrobatically like an Angel to catch, punch, stop, embrace spectacularly those ***** between the sticks. ..Say So, He Was one of the best Mother Africa ever shared with the world. ..Senzo Meyiwa, You are never gone but will live forever in our hearts and memories. ..Say So, You are one of a kind, the kind that gave more than it was expected, more than demanded, more than warranted. Ohh Senzo Meyiwa, gone too soon, but like they say, "The Good Die Young!", Thank you for sharing YOU with us, a part of YOU will forever live in us and rest in Peace Captain 'O My Captain! 24 September 1987 till 26 October 2014 - Senzo Robert Meyiwa. Jamaleri© 31102014

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Nov 1, 2014

Nov 1, 2014 at 8:55 AM UTC

el-saedo

Senzo Meyiwa

We... ..Say So, We Was blessed by the almighty with your gifting. ..Say So, We Was led incredibly as a football fraternity by your Kingship leadership skills. ..Say So, You Was a father, provider, protector, friend, brother and national hero to all. ..Say So, It Was joy to watch you fly Acrobatically like an Angel to catch, punch, stop, embrace spectacularly those ***** between the sticks. ..Say So, He Was one of the best Mother Africa ever shared with the world. ..Senzo Meyiwa, You are never gone but will live forever in our hearts and memories. ..Say So, You are one of a kind, the kind that gave more than it was expected, more than demanded, more than warranted. Ohh Senzo Meyiwa, gone too soon, but like they say, "The Good Die Young!", Thank you for sharing YOU with us, a part of YOU will forever live in us and rest in Peace Captain 'O My Captain! 24 September 1987 till 26 October 2014 - Senzo Robert Meyiwa. Jamaleri© 31102014

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Lady Jane is sweet Lady Jane is dear I always like to whisper Right into her little ear Lady Jane is cute Lady Jane is funny Sometimes she'll come And lay down on my tummy My Lady Jane is a princess My Lady Jane is a Queen And her beauty even from Great distances can be seen My Lady Jane is a fairy My Lady Jane is fair And if look closely you can see The wind blowing her silver hair My Lady Jane will mew My Lady Jane will purr And in all the world There's not another cat like her ~Marian~

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Mar 22, 2014

Mar 22, 2014 at 6:39 PM UTC

marian

My Lady Jane

Lady Jane is sweet Lady Jane is dear I always like to whisper Right into her little ear Lady Jane is cute Lady Jane is funny Sometimes she'll come And lay down on my tummy My Lady Jane is a princess My Lady Jane is a Queen And her beauty even from Great distances can be seen My Lady Jane is a fairy My Lady Jane is fair And if look closely you can see The wind blowing her silver hair My Lady Jane will mew My Lady Jane will purr And in all the world There's not another cat like her ~Marian~

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I would here stories about soldiers Those who wouldn't just fight They would pull triggers with their speech Their words were their weapons Their eyes were their smiles Their souls held lives Of those to whom they vowed To keep all promises And hold onto justice Peace in a quiet world Will always be loud

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Jun 4, 2016

Jun 4, 2016 at 7:11 PM UTC

AE

Quiet Soldiers

I would here stories about soldiers Those who wouldn't just fight They would pull triggers with their speech Their words were their weapons Their eyes were their smiles Their souls held lives Of those to whom they vowed To keep all promises And hold onto justice Peace in a quiet world Will always be loud

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Fernando, I do sincerely extol thee. You were as much passionate in symphony as you were in death, which you faced willfully. Cursed were the cruel war machines that silenced thee. But still to celestial heights they lifted thee. For in great honour at heaven's distant gates, you became heaven's fiddler at God's request, to play in courts before the heavenly greats, in a manner timeless at their own behest. Fernando Buschmann, the fiddler at the tower. He that rendered sad tunes in his final hour, playing Pagliacci at the twilight of life. Continue to rest in a world void of strife, until justice for your death we all shall see.

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Apr 12, 2018

Apr 12, 2018 at 4:29 AM UTC

Ojiogbo41

The Fiddler at London's Tower

Fernando, I do sincerely extol thee. You were as much passionate in symphony as you were in death, which you faced willfully. Cursed were the cruel war machines that silenced thee. But still to celestial heights they lifted thee. For in great honour at heaven's distant gates, you became heaven's fiddler at God's request, to play in courts before the heavenly greats, in a manner timeless at their own behest. Fernando Buschmann, the fiddler at the tower. He that rendered sad tunes in his final hour, playing Pagliacci at the twilight of life. Continue to rest in a world void of strife, until justice for your death we all shall see.

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A part of me died last night- Swallowed by deep shadows, A Prestidigitator's Rite- Conjures woeful wet tomorrows. Oh, Little Black Death, a part of me; How my soul it now does borrow, Still I'm not what I wanted to be All I've become's known sorrow. *Now its over, No more feeling, Nothing left - to believe in* Youth without youth, 70's child, No longer 'them' but 'us' Disguised in a cipher's hidden truth how inconspicuous.

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Jun 11, 2020

Jun 11, 2020 at 6:18 PM UTC

Hardwire

L.B.D

A part of me died last night- Swallowed by deep shadows, A Prestidigitator's Rite- Conjures woeful wet tomorrows. Oh, Little Black Death, a part of me; How my soul it now does borrow, Still I'm not what I wanted to be All I've become's known sorrow. *Now its over, No more feeling, Nothing left - to believe in* Youth without youth, 70's child, No longer 'them' but 'us' Disguised in a cipher's hidden truth how inconspicuous.

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