Kahlia Mazacalletti, 20 december 2012
I sat out on my patio and thought of her today; she lights up the sky
Is that star her, or is it just my imagination
Where would I be in this whirlwind of life had it not been for her
Lost in my own confusion and mindlesss choices
Her tree is very tall now-8 years grown, like her passing
It looks a little withered like me; as I walk by her house
That the new people live in, they are very nice, but it is her house
I asked her daughter yesterday if she would move the tree to her place and she said "NO", you NEED IT......I do; I miss her so
But Paradise is her new home and her Golden Trees do not need my care; I will continue to water this one
I cast the sawblade to myself weekly just by going to that tree; but it is my duty to see that it has many branches, an extension of her life
Legacy, to follow the leaves as they fall into the winter night one by one
She is telling me she is here with me now
Gert Strydom, 20 december 2012
I set my gaze
in the early morning haze
to where aloes bloom in dots of orange-red
and the hillock looks ablaze.
Gert Strydom, 20 december 2012
There is loneliness in the autumn wind,
it whirls leaves and clouds of dust up
when by accident you walk into me
and we stumble and fall over each other
when our eyes meet
and suddenly you smile at me.
Rilay Dann, 20 december 2012
Tick, tick goes the clock
Counting the minutes I think of you
Tick, tock goes the clock
Watching life pass by
I wish you were here
Cause I need you now
But I know you're there
Cause that's where life brought you today
Tick, tick goes the clock
Counting the day I think of you
Tick, tock goes the clock
Waiting for the day to be done
The clock is taunting
When you miss someone
Time is cruel
When you are waiting for them to come back
Oh, how I miss you
Oh, how I need you
Oh, how I love you
Tick, tock goes the clock
Counting the minutes I think of you
George Krokos, 19 december 2012
People who have learnt to always mind their own business are not really very wise
as there are many things to be aware of if they’re to survive without a compromise.
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George Krokos, 19 december 2012
A fisherman casts his net out in the waters where fish are to be caught
then has to haul it back in again for the catch that his livelihood sought.
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George Krokos, 19 december 2012
The ocean waves always come lapping to the sea shore
at the waters edge there's hardly a difference any more.
There three worlds meet that are all interdependent on each other;
water, land and air merging on the bosom of our earth the Mother.
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George Krokos, 19 december 2012
All that we do have and possess will eventually pass away
they were not meant to be always with us or forever stay.
If we become too much attached to all those transient things
we'll experience the grief and sorrow that their loss brings.
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louis gander, 19 december 2012
It started out as others, when I got dressed today -
ate breakfast with my fam'ly, for that was just our way.
You dropped me off at school. Your love shone in your eyes.
We hugged and kissed each other. We said our last "Goodbye's".
As I stepped to the entrance, I turned around once more -
and waved to you one final time - then stepped on through the door.
I saw some other teachers. They do what teachers do.
They all had smiled, said "hi" to me - and I said "hi" back too.
I soon got to my classroom. Some other friends were there.
I chatted with my classmates some and then sat in my chair.
Obey the teachers, I was taught. I followed every rule -
but no one knew that this would be, our final day at school.
Life usually, will glide along - and all goes fairly well -
but those are times we soon forget how close we are to hell.
We soon forget that God is love and hates our every sin -
but selfish man gets what he wants as he is dead within.
Not even one short moment here, should ever pass us by -
where Jesus holds our inner thoughts and we don't question why.
Though God hates sin - do we as much? For what man wishes, weaves -
his 'wants' to be accepted - until himself deceives.
From smoking, drugs and alcohol or any selfish thing -
there's someone who will pay the price for what these habits bring.
Why is it there are people who will only love to hate.
I pray that others will be saved - before it is too late.
Oh, why do we love other 'gods' including 'killing games'?
Why do we swear, show disrespect, call God [our Father] names?
Why don't we often worship - honor father, mother?
Why are we never faithful - steal, lie and murder?
Why are we very jealous, envious and covet?
Why not confess, repent? Oh, why will we not do it?
I heard that last announcement. Today, pure evil flowed.
Now I'm okay. I'm in HIS arms, because HE loves me so.
I know it's hard to hold back tears from feeling deeply blue -
but I so love you mommy still - and Jesus says so too.
I'm so amazed to see this place you couldn't even dream of -
a place of immense beauty - where here, we love to love.
In memory of the 20 school children and 6 staff/teachers at Sandy Hook School, Newtown, CT
©2012 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/
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Gert Strydom, 19 december 2012
With eyes sparkling green and gold
you did look at me
and for moments we looked at each other.
Out of the branches of the old pepper tree
doves shyly peered at us
and the wind rustled through your hair.
I wanted to show you the flowering irises,
wanted you to smell the jasmine
but we were caught in each other.
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