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Take time to craft a heartfelt sympathy note. Use comforting words and avoid saying anything that might make the person feel worse.
So long ago, loving hands touched these old ivory keys.
The day you left me roses, your favourite piece of music.
I placed my hands where yours had been,
Knowing I would never see you again.
Those beautiful roses faded, your memory still sharp,
Keeping the pain of lost love alive
Time can be so cruel when memory, I wish,
had faded alongside the roses…
© Anita Dawes 2021
Love words of a mad man
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Please break me and make me bleed. Show me I’m alive. Make me die and bring me back to life. Dead men revived, know life can be okay.
Drink of my skin and eat of my flesh and make me scream. I want to become lost in you and I have accepted the bad ending. I learn fairy tale ending are for children.
Wear the black dress and nothing else. I want the purple-black scarfs upon your wrists. I want you sing in sweet whispers to me. “I want nothing Johnnie and I want everything.” Be mine alone my muse, my siren. Dark night allowed sober kisses and wild dance to expand to places. Places for the ghosts to love and kiss.
In the purgatory of life. We need to beg for things we should…
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I saw a face….
I saw a face in the distance. A beautiful tempting face.
The face brought back a sweet memory.
Was once a sweet memory.
She walked toward me and she embraced me tightly.
She told me. “Johnnie, you are the same. Your kind face is still gentle and kind.”
We faced each other like two old boxers. We did not know if we friends or foes.
I held the hug the tightly and I told her. Jenny, you are more beautiful today than the yesterday of our youth.
She gave me a sad smile, remembering our the aura of our goodbye. Not a goodbye spoken.
Just allowed the highway and life to deprive us of any chance to know the torch of love. She asked me.
“Let’s drink some coffee and talk. I never forgot your kindness. You accepted me and treated me with love and gentleness…
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Just whispers to the Lake Huron….
You came to me in a yesterday memory and you told me Johnnie. Can’t wait no-more. You have too much to love and to embrace. I’m just a heavy burden you and I cannot wait for. The men who love the lakes, the children and his damn words. Johnnie, a poet is blind. Words don’t teach us joy. Real kiss and embrace does.
I went to Port Austin alone. Me and the vodka and juice came to write for my beloved lake and you.
Liz, Elizabeth, my love…
I need to tell you,
I can’t tell you.
I want to tell you and
my words are wandering off to the kind Lake Huron.
Fall is coming.
The leaves are beginning to turn and my heart is heavy with regret.
I miss you my beautiful Liz.
My darling, I’m here and you are…
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Damn the ancient Gods
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Damn the ancient Gods….
Pretty lady laid bare in heart and soul watching the sun fall into the sea.
She looked at me and told me. “Damn the gods who hate love. They tried to
separate us. I need you near. Not far. We will trick the Gods.
Dance in the bliss of real love and make them jealous we can truly love.”
She reached for the rising moon and whispered a prayer.
“Pleasegod of the sea allowedus to create a temple where two lovers can become one.
Filling empty spaces needing to know completeness and calm.”
My lovely woman looked at me and she whispered. “I want to be your first and last breathyou feel.I want you to make me feel like I’m the only one left for you to hold when the nights arecold and lonely…
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Poem Attribution, Goff James, Breaking Night’s Silence
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Art Photography Poetry
Elliott Erwitt(1928 -), French-born American photographer and filmmaker who is known for his uncanny ability to capture on film the humour and irony of everyday life.
Erwitt is the man behind some of the most oft-reproduced photographs. Many of them are so ubiquitous, appearing in advertisements and on posters, mugs, and postcards, that they often are no longer identified as his.
Such an image is a Provence, France, 1955, the image of a man, wearing a beret, riding his bicycle down the road ahead while perched on the back are two long baguettes and a child looking back at the photographer over his shoulder.
In the 21st century, Erwitt’s reputation has grown, and he has been recognized with numerous exhibitions, notably a large-scale retrospective in 2011, “Elliott Erwitt: Personal Best,” at the International Center for Photography (ICP), New York City. He also received the ICP Infinity Award for Lifetime…
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