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A Friend of A Friend

I’m not a mourner, not even a friend

Just a friend of a friend, been asked to attend

 

I never knew my friend’s late friend

So it seems kind of strange that I should be here at his end

 

I feel out of place, not being a friend

And the tears of his loved ones mean nothing to me

 

I should be moved by all this emotion

But I’m starting to think: should I hav...

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death   loss   friendship

A Long Life Road

 

Our life is a real drama

In such a colorful gamma.

Our life is just a moment,

Sometimes with a torment.

Just have enough patience

To keep good relations,

To love truly and forgive.

You won’t believe

But today I cried away.

Someone thought it was a shame,

Someone comforted, didn’t blame,

Someone said: life goes on,

Someone dies and some are ...

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life   loss   death

nimrod

 

Nimrod coasts across the bay

heavy as a swan.

I sit on the ruined harbour wall

reporting back.

Lifeboat Day - St Agnes.

 

I drew a picture - a cartoon -

me on a rock

a huge plane flying by

sent it to you.

 

Clearing your home

I come across them all -

cards, drawings, letters.

The doings of the hens, the cats.

 

Now, even Nimr...

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loss

Foundations

the blocks of childhood

solid, set square in red brick,

yet from the start porous, lined

by a cancerous quick

so soon perished

barely noticed we chalk one up

then tally them daily

our stars of awe and wonder

in diligent swathes

until the toehold twists

and the road falls away

when the choked black

fear stacked Sunday Psalms

choose today

(a...

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loss   death   childhood   age

My Unborn Child

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You left my body

before you were born.

My freezing body

floated toward the light,

only to be returned

to life by grace

and a prayer.

 

I was glad to

be alive but bewailed

my unborn child.

 

My child, did you

leave me because

of my sins?

To leave my sordid

life ...

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loss   miscarriage   pain

The Photo Finish

The Photo Finish
 
The picture frame was empty.
 
Its blank expression populated cities.
 
The neon lights averted gazes or
focussed even more as
tarry skies consumed
mould memories.
 
Office block shadows
 tormented your
past
and your absent anecdotes,
projecting cataract photos
of lovers inside you.
 
You fell apart
c...

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Memories   loss   photos   photo frame

We're gonna miss that cat

 

Today Bella died

And yes, both of us cried

‘Though we know so much is sadder than that.

Still she was a good friend,

Dignified ‘til the end

And now, we‘re gonna miss that cat.

 

She’d warmed both our feet

Would be waiting to greet

And before you could lay down your hat,

You’d hear that great purr

Feel the rub of her fur,

Oh how we’re gonna m...

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pets   cats   elergy   loss

poems i read at Rochdale town hall march29

 

 

LYNETTE

 

Not quite sure why your death affected me so much Lynette.                                                     

Left me very upset when I found out.                                                                                              

I'd just been to Tesco’s at Greenfield for Naomi.                                                                   ...

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rochdale live   lynette   death   car crash   south africa   friend   loss   trish reid   his latest flame

The Unknown Child

 

I am the unknown child the stork didn't bring,
my mother struck down during endless bombing,
no chance had I to ever see the light of dawn,
or graduate from milk to rusks made from corn.
 
The web can reveal the millions that died in war,
those that were soldiers and sailors and more,
the many others who died without raising a fist,
but who counted the babi...

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war   Loss   Children

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