BY: SARAH GAMUTAN

This post was originally published on In Loving Memory Poems at Miss Pollack’s Lamentation.

embrace our hearts of

men and women, and

evoke their everlasting

memories; their selfless unforgettable

bravery, loyalty,

remarkable heroism,

admirable humanism,

notorious strength,

callous and

eternal love,for

days to come

and always from

your loving soul.

This post was originally published on In Loving Memory Poems at A Day to Remember.

Demoniac souls whisper of certain human decline.
They are the haunting calls which lead our minds to madness.
Demons of negative thoughts try to shadow the divine.

Angels sing songs peacefully of our holy design.
Their divine keeping our minds focused on happiness.
Let the power of positivists among angels shine.

Evil a wicked and cunning scheme of tempting sweet wine.
Be careful of how much it contaminates the wholeness.
Demons of negative thoughts try to shadow the divine.

Humankind will always find a way to cut the vile vine.
Mother earth will replace evil with vines of fruitfulness.
Let the power of positivists among angels shine.

Humans by nature are both demons and angels combine.
Hope the demons loses to the angels’ of holiness.
Let the power of positivists among angels shine.
Demons of negative thoughts try to shadow the divine.

This post was originally published on In Loving Memory Poems at Demons and Angels.

This post was originally published on In Loving Memory Poems at See You When I Get There.

by Robert M. Hensel

http://wheelierecord.tripod.com

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This post was originally published on In Loving Memory Poems at Let it Be.

“I love you DJ, and I am sorry that it took you no longer being here for me to value that love. If you could only be here now to hold my hand one last time, I know that in that very moment of solitude and stillness, that we would not be afraid of what people have to say to us, and our love. I know you’re looking down on me, with your beautiful sapphire-blue eyes, from somewhere up above. Smile for me, okay? Smile that beaming smile and light everyone’s day. Light every corner that I am backed into, and every turn that is shadowed. I miss you, but I know that you will always be in my heart when I need you. You will never be forgotten, never fade with time. You are my happiness, my hope, my inspiration and most importantly that only man I will ever love…ever. So here’s to you babe, Forever my Bousa. I love you Baby-babe, You live on in my heart.”

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09/29/09

This post was originally published on In Loving Memory Poems at Our Love Still Burns.

A star has been plucked from the sky.
The sky is now dimmer.
It happened on June 25th.
A day, we will always remember.
Never again to see Michael’s smile light up the skies.
Never again to see him moonwalk across the stage as his fans cries.
Never again to hear him sing Billie Jean.
To the roaring sound of his fans’ screams.
A brother of the sun has been taken away.
But in our hearts his music will always stay.
Michael Jackson will now dance among the clouds.
And in the heavens, you will still hear him singing loud and proud.

- Written by Lamar Cole

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This post was originally published on In Loving Memory Poems at Goodbye Michael.

A great beauty has passed from this life.
Of good times and sometimes toil and strife.
Some will say that she went to a better place.
Look at the blue sky or a white cloud, you will still see her face.

Movements like those of a gazelle in flight.
Hair that shone like gold on a moonlit night.
Eyes that could touch your soul.
And essence like that of a red rose.

Farrah, you fought hard to stay here on earth with us.
But when God calls you, go you must.
Whenever we feel a summer breeze or April rain.
It will seem like you are near.
And in our hearts, your memory will always remain dear.

- Written by Lamar Cole

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This post was originally published on In Loving Memory Poems at For Farrah (Fawcett).

To my love while where’re apart
I wake up nightly in the dark
I reach to find you… but you’re not there
Your beautiful smell has left the air

Now my room is dark and lonely
I start to cry for my one and only
I close my eyes to see your face
Then back to sleep with no embrace

My dreams are vivid and colorful too
The things they lack are me with you
And In the morning when I wake
That’s when my heart… begins to ache

An empty bed is where I am
Then the tears they fall again
I look at your pillow… without a wrinkle
No lovely face with eyes that twinkle

To see your face…and then embrace
Is something that will never be replaced
And now that our love has truely ended
I pray my heart…will soon be mended

Ken Coleman ©

http://kencolemanpoems.blogspot.com/

This post was originally published on In Loving Memory Poems at Empty Room.

Me you,
This room,
Deep pain,
No tears.
Eyes dry,
Heart crying,
No words,
Everything said.
Me you,
No more,
Loves gone,
Not here.
Both wronged,
Both shamed,
Never again,
The end!
 
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This post was originally published on In Loving Memory Poems at The End.