Our Love Still Burns
By: Jon Rodger Weston Dinnebeil
Our love was slowly dying,
And to this very day.
I regret all of the problems,
because now, you’re gone away.
I still here you whisper,
My name so soft and dear.
And though I cannot see you,
I know you’re watching near.
I feel our love still burning,
So deep inside my soul.
Filling every crevice,
Drowning every hole.
All the good times and the bad,
Still linger even after.
I still hear your giggle,
I’ll never forget your laughter.
Our love is something more to me,
Than kisses and and holding hands.
You said you always wanted wings,
Now you’re soaring above the lands.
So to end my tearful reminiscing,
I have one thing I need to say.
No matter what worlds fall between us,
I love you to this very day.
“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
Goodbye Michael
Goodbye Michael
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
This poem was originally posted on Free Poems. If you would like permission to use this poem, please see this post for the author’s terms and conditions.
- Image via Wikipedia
For Farrah (Fawcett)
For Farrah (Fawcett)
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
Originally posted on Free Poems. If you would like to use this poem, please visit this post for terms and conditions.
- Image by Getty Images via Daylife
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