For Farrah (Fawcett)

atess — Sun, 26 Jul 2009 17:27:27 +0000

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

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Grave of the Dead

Anna — Sun, 15 Feb 2009 23:34:51 +0000

By Kalyani Rajalingham

Like a rose in the mire, bereft of courage to spare,
Let men bemoan their inhumanly ways,
Let them be victims of their proper malice,
For gold has the power to crush mighty pillars,
And in the hands of greed’s bloody ways,
Lets grass grow over graves of follies past,
To entomb the privilege of unyielding remorse,
Why, the world’s a beautiful persecution,
None may defy its moated dominion,
But the raging fire always sheds a dropp of water,
To let the pillars built by sin,
Fall by virtue amongst deepest furrow.

This post was originally published on In Loving Memory Poems at Grave of the Dead.

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