Miss Pollack’s Lamentation
She sat on a wooden chair where a throng of men surrounded the cemetery. She thought she would come to this point every time a husband leaves him and her soul being left in the dirge. She still won’t sing with them whatever elegy she may be put through; yet, upon looking at her face from afar, the children still see her melancholy which she thought was subdued by her fake, as-if-nothing-happened look. Her husband’s death is still beyond her belief.
BY: SARAH GAMUTAN
Demons and Angels
Demons of negative thoughts try to shadow the divine.
They are the lingering in war’s distastefulness.
Let the power of positivists among angels shine.
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.
Let it Be
Let it be,
that I may someday touch the stars.
When all time for me has expired,
and the soul begins to part.
Guide me through the heavens,
where life one day began.
A perfect creation,
molded right out of
our Fathers loving hands.
by Robert M. Hensel
http://wheelierecord.tripod.com
Rights: The author grants visitors to this website the right to use the above poem for memorial services etc. as long as the author is given full credit for his work.
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