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Agression" [for a lost passion]

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lucky
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0 posted 04-17-2000 10:14 PM       View Profile for lucky   Email lucky   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for lucky

so
dark.


 



[This message has been edited by lucky (edited 06-01-2000).]
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Rosemary J. Gwaltney
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1 posted 04-18-2000 02:35 AM       View Profile for Rosemary J. Gwaltney   Email Rosemary J. Gwaltney   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Rosemary J. Gwaltney's Home Page   View IP for Rosemary J. Gwaltney

Oh, sweetheart, I'm so sorry you're missing your friend Stephen Sadler.  Such a death causes such a wound - it never really goes away - I know his friendship will always remain a treasure to you.  I am so sorry.  I am so sorry.

SilverTongue
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2 posted 04-18-2000 02:53 AM       View Profile for SilverTongue   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for SilverTongue

Oh my, I am sorry for your loss. I guess i sort of out of words. I do hope you rise form this a tad bit stronger, but I know what its like to lose a friend.

SilverTongue

(p.s. I do so much love the way you arranged the poem in those unique shapes)
lucky
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3 posted 05-02-2000 07:56 AM       View Profile for lucky   Email lucky   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for lucky

I thought I should explain... My friend wrote this and it was found in his possession after he took his own life. He was street people and a dear friend of 14 years. He wrote...

As we walk alone,
looking at the ground
Does anyone see us,
in this cold, lonely town?
The eyes that don’t see us,
even tho’ they stare.

A dumpster for dinner
A bridge for a home
A great crowed of people
Yet we’re still all alone.

So onward I travel,
I wonder how far
A curse born forever
under a wondering star.

Stephen Llewellyn Sadler
Nov. 19th. 1955 - Nov. 23rd. 1995

I had dropped this in a reply on one of Hoot_Owl's post a while back concerning suicied. It was a very trying time for me as we had stolen each others girl friends and such... even fought over them... spent time blaming myself... etc. It sucked.


 If I could paint a portrait, of this life in which I've led, and somehow sketch a story, of the visions in my head, I'd start out with a canvas, stretched tightly in a frame, and in the bottom corner, I'd leave room to sign my name. (Michelle A. Bartley)
Martie
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4 posted 05-02-2000 10:02 AM       View Profile for Martie   Email Martie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Martie's Home Page   View IP for Martie

"love is the every only god

who spoke this earth so glad and big
even a thing all small and sad
man, may his mighty briefness dig

for love beginning means return
seas who could sing so deep and strong

one queerying wave will whitely yearn
from each last shore and home come young

so truly perfectly the skies
by merciul love whispered were,
completes its brightness with your eyes

any illimitable star"
***
ee cummings
hoot_owl_rn
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5 posted 05-02-2000 10:49 AM       View Profile for hoot_owl_rn   Email hoot_owl_rn   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit hoot_owl_rn's Home Page   View IP for hoot_owl_rn

WHat a beautiful tribute to a fallen star in his own right. Lovely heartfelt words to a friend  
lucky
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Idaho


6 posted 05-02-2000 05:24 PM       View Profile for lucky   Email lucky   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for lucky

Times were hard for the street people that year it was very cold, snowy and drear. The apartment complex that I’d been managing had a one room basement where I allowed Steven a place to lay his head. He spoke with a heavy southern drawl and had told he was born in Mississippi, no doubt it was the truth. His favorite words were “ya all’s” which laced every sentence he spoke. He was a terrible drunk yet one very large church allowed him to chef their yearly Thanksgiving dinner for the street/bridge people. He did that for a number of years (truly it was the highlight of his world and brought meaning to his life) until that last particular year when the church decided to tell him he would not be under circumstances the chef that year unless he stopped drinking. He tried so hard too but he just couldn’t stop. So just a few days after his birthday and as you can see one before Thanksgiving he took his life. It caused no small stir in the church which was the biggest in town. Many members quit attending. It made the front page news, not really him... but the church. They took away his one reason for living and with that... he decided he was no longer needed and the world could do without him... and took his life.

I just want to thank you all again. I guess when Ruth posted her piece on suicide, the anger surfaced again in my soul. But I did want to thank you Ruth for your posting, I’ve written several poems and intend to put them on our Bereaved Site. So good came from it. Thank you very much.


 If I could paint a portrait, of this life in which I've led, and somehow sketch a story, of the visions in my head, I'd start out with a canvas, stretched tightly in a frame, and in the bottom corner, I'd leave room to sign my name. (Michelle A. Bartley)
passing shadows
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7 posted 05-02-2004 09:37 PM       View Profile for passing shadows   Email passing shadows   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for passing shadows

boy...you were in a mood then, weren't you?
 
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