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Posted: 4/20/2007 3:02:18 AM | This poem was written by a good friend of mine who used to be an member(XChuck) it really touched my heart, as I am deaf as well but can hear with a Cochlear Implant.
NO WORDS NEED TO BE SPOKEN
Her smile was full of brightness
she was a breath of fresh air
her hair golden as the sun
her skin soft and fair
We rode the train together
almost everyday, Some days
when no one was there
she'll sit right next to me
The scent of her perfume
was almost too captivating to bear
i just wanted to put my arms around
her and hug her, but I wouldn't dare
She always greeted me with a smile
and i would nod my head
she never spoke a word
she just made eye contact instead
One day as we were sitting together
our arms touching, you could feel
the passion connecting through
our skin, I got the nerve say to her " I've
been searching for you for a lifetime,
Where have you've been.?"
I wasn't prepared for her reaction
she just stared straight ahead
she never uttered a word
I slumped in my seat and said
"I'm sorry, I must have lost my head"
She got off the train and looked at
me through the window, her eyes big and bright
she smiled shyly and it looked like she mouthed the
words " I love you, goodnight."
I thought it very odd that she never spoke to me,
then I rode the train the next day, She never got
on at her stop, I opened the newspaper and her
picture was on the front page and it shed the light.
It's caption read " Deaf girl killed by bus last Night." | |
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Posted: 4/20/2007 10:55:27 AM | Welcome to the thread, Kel2969, and thank you for the poem. I agree, that is a touching poem. I also have a hearing loss, though it is nothing near your level....when I was 30 it was 30%, I have no idea now that I am 46. I would like to try a hearing aide, but right now it's not possible financially.
My best friend called me this morning, we have been friends 37 years. We had been out to breakfast a month ago, and she was talking about Chloe, her granddaughter. They had to take Chloe off life support last night, and she passed away. She suffered brain damage from being shaken at the sitters.......it will be a long time before this lump leaves my throat....
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Depth of regard
Death eradicating pretense
love is near
death is a lesson
in love
to the survivors
who learn
the depth of regard
in which they are held
through countless acts
of targeted kindness
LS 3/02/07 | |
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Posted: 4/20/2007 7:47:16 PM | sorry about your friends granddaughter, Brizo.
I have loss of hearing
I need to use my hands
more often | |
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Posted: 4/20/2007 7:57:03 PM | Brizo...
What an absolute tragedy.....my condolences...
I am fifty five...
I have had a good life
when you add the checks and balances
speedbumps along the way
some hard times
yet it all pales
in the face of this......
so senseless...
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Posted: 4/20/2007 8:07:28 PM | Ya, Brizo, Pickles got that one right. Sometimes this world is just too goddamn sad. . . .
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Posted: 4/20/2007 8:47:03 PM | | Thank you for your sympathy on behalf of my friend - Om, Pickles and Wooby..... | |
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Posted: 4/21/2007 7:49:58 AM | This would hit me hard enough were it not for another Chloe I saw this morning at my café, with her mother, Hypaetia, her father, Max, and her grand-mother. They come there regularly on Saturday mornings and I have fallen quite in love with her, which she appears to recognize. This morning she greeted me with a warm smile on her brown-eyed, round, latte-complected face - after her Filipino father - and announced that she was now three as of her recent birthday. She plucked a piece of strawberry from the fruit salad she was eating and offered it to me.
At 9 months old she was discovered to have a heart-valve defect and had to have a pace-maker installed, with the aid of which she leads a perfectly normal physical life. | |
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Posted: 4/21/2007 11:09:22 AM | | This Chloe was nine months old. I just called my friend to see if they wanted company or to be alone. I am heading over when I get cleaned up. Thanks everyone for your concern on my friends behalf. This is one of those things that makes you look at the sky and ask "Why?"............. | |
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Posted: 4/21/2007 11:20:35 AM | Hello there. This is the first time I have had the chance to read your poems. I truly do find them inspiring. As a new poster myself this year (I was on here a year ago), I am glad that you have your own thread.
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Posted: 4/21/2007 11:30:58 AM |
This is one of those things that makes you look at the sky and ask "Why?"...........
Asking “Why?” is one way of seeking to alleviate the pain; and depending on whether you ask it of “God” or of sociology, you might get either the sort of partial consolation a child gets of his/her parents, or the suggestion of some political direction you might take to prevent such things happening to other children.
Alternately, put aside the pained “Why?” and resolve instead to give some other child or children that measure of respect and love that your friend’s Chloe can no longer receive. | |
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Posted: 4/21/2007 11:43:26 AM | Jer, yes....reached that conclusion when I lost my nephew a few years ago. The only thing it really "teaches" us is life is precious, people, especially children, are precious. Oh, one other thing......we are never really alone. Others care more about us than we can know. Sometimes it takes a tragedy to realize you are surrounded by love.......
I'm leaving a short story essay thing I wrote about recurring nightmares I used to have....
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Poe Road
He is standing in front of a group of trees and there is a hint of strangeness about him.
He is darkly handsome, but there is something about him I do not trust. His complexion is
unusually white. The trees are familiar, and I draw some comfort from them.
Comfort is something I sorely need, because I am terrified. I am riveted, though I would
be anywhere else at this moment. His eyes are fixed on my face, and his smile makes my
stomach flip. He speaks in a voice like velvet, measured and heavy with menace. His
voice commands my attention "Don't go near the trees." The queerness of that smile, and
the threat it implies, linger as my consciousness rises from the fog of dreaming.
Again, I am dreaming. I have been granted one last chance to save my life, but my flight
down the endless driveway will be futile, as it has been before, and before. The driveway
seems to telescope into a tunnel, and the light that represents freedom and safety is
preceeded by the longest run of my rapidly condensing life. Past, present and future
converge on this moment. I can hear him counting as I run, my lungs burning and my legs a
stumble away from extermination. Against my will I try on death as the sound and feel of
explosion. His voice is an imperative thunder as he roars my life to a close. I turn to
watch it end as his hand lifts in dreamtime, the shot shocking me awake.
She is down the well again. I lay on the concrete remembering that I have never been able
to save her, but knowing that I am compelled to try, for as long as the dream returns. I
try regardless of the outcome, I try so my humanity does not die. I am sobbing as I
reach for her hand, the well loved face shimmering and floating in a blur of tears. Our
fingers touch and I am filled with the wild hope that this time, the force of our feeling
will tip the scales of our struggle. But her fingers slip again, as they always have. I
am anguished and screaming, inconsolable in my defeat. I scream myself awake, but the
sound is diminished by consciousness to a small sound in my throat. The stream of tears
is concentrated into one lone tear, trickling slowly across my cheek.
I am dreaming of grandma's house, of the creeping driveway, the cursed well, and the
manacing woods that I am warned away from. The dreams puzzled me in the dazzling sunlight
of my childhood, but as an adult I found myself wondering whether my innocent mind could
somehow sense the future purpose of the house. It is now being used for Satanic
rituals.....
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Posted: 4/21/2007 7:31:38 PM | Ah, Brizo ~~ You make me feel as if I haven't paid my dues. . . . You so clearly have. . . .
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Posted: 4/21/2007 8:18:07 PM | | Indeed. I, too. I feel so blessed, and resolve never to complain again, about anything. | |
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Posted: 4/21/2007 9:07:31 PM | Wooby and Brolga, nice to see youguys. To be honest, I too haven't had to pay my dues.......the pain of losing my nephew was nothing even close to how his mother, sister and father felt......though watching them and not being able to do anything was painful.
Things were better than I expected today. But then my friend is a calmer, rock steady and practical........
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this was posted in Age of Innocence
Child
never forget
how it felt
to be young
your life
washed clean
with every dawn
willing to forgive
trying new things
because failure
was part of
the learning curve
helpless and lacking
autonomy
cotton candy cravings
and ice cream addiction
siblings as tribe
neighborhood as nation
godlike parents
school a passion play
featuring
heroic and villainous
teachers
running with
the wind
of a thoroughbred
and the sap
zinging
through your veins
LS 3/21/07 | |
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Posted: 4/21/2007 9:16:40 PM | | It's so sad to hear about little Chloe and I cannot fathom anyone shaking a child to the point of no return. It angers me to hear of child abuse. The little angels that we have lost it just makes me feel like there has to be more to life than this for them and all the others we have said goodbye to. | |
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Posted: 4/22/2007 1:41:00 PM | Autumn, thanks for stopping by. Fortunately up to the sitters, Chloe had a good life and was cherished and well loved........seeing the blanket her aunt made her got me a little teary, but I tried to get past it.........they have all done plenty of crying, and I didn't want to set anything off again......her mom is a sweetheart, my friend (who is her mother-in-law) has always spoken highly of her and I can see why. I wish I could spare her this suffering.....I wish I could spare all of them this pain............
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posted in Pensky-pal's thread.....
Wrapped in Memories
it just might lighten the dark
the love you once gave me
if I can find the mark
you left to set me free
I hold my torch aloft
burning memories so dear
the voice within me soft
I feel that you are near
your love's a blanket warm
though you have since moved on
it soothes me like a balm
for love is never gone
©LS 4/06/07 | |
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Posted: 4/22/2007 5:51:22 PM | Whack a Troll
I desire to stop your unkindness
your hatefests and obsessions
your reality blindness
but two wrongs
do not a right make
so expression
beyond this vague and obtuse
missive
is a mistake
wallow in your dislike
and your blame of others
your view of the world
will always be hostile
you alienate your brothers
your self absorption personalizes
the most innocuous things
become insults and slurs
irritating burrs
it's not all about you
and what you want
others have feelings too
and they also
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Posted: 4/24/2007 7:05:00 PM | sorrow
I find it hard
to smile
thinking
of your house of sorrow
how swiftly
and unexpectedly
the shadow fell
not even the consolation
of randomness
or accident
to lean upon
we mourn
and burn
for justice
to address
what you
will have to do
tomorrow
LS | |
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Posted: 4/24/2007 7:10:19 PM | | Brizo your last two poems sound so sad and angry. What is tomorrow? | |
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Posted: 4/24/2007 7:30:52 PM | | tomorrow they bury Chloe.....she had to be released from the autopsy........ | |
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Posted: 4/24/2007 7:38:50 PM | | I'm sorry Brizo and you have every right to be sad. | |
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Posted: 4/24/2007 7:53:19 PM | thanks Autumn..... Just can't seem to keep it off my mind........then again, maybe we (the community) shouldn't........
I went canoeing yesterday, it was calming. I saw one eagle, countless geese, 2 herons, 1 kingfisher, 1 squirrel, and 3 deer. Oh, and one dog protecting his territory.......
I'm sorry to be so gloomy, I'm dreading tomorrow. I have never been to a funeral for someone so young.......I'm glad my girls will be with me...... | |
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Posted: 4/24/2007 8:07:22 PM | | I have been there Brizo and it's not easy but there is still love and caring and giving to those who need the strength right now to get through it - each day a tiny step forward. Did Chloe have any brothers or sisters? It would be a blessing if she did. | |
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Posted: 4/24/2007 8:17:46 PM | | Yes, she had a big brother. He is being snuggled a lot lately... :-) I think in addition to losing a child, we are repulsed and sickened about how she died...... | |
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Posted: 4/24/2007 8:27:52 PM | Nothing can unturn the tables or bring her back
has justice been served to the crazy being
who carries that child's fate on her shoulders?
I am not a violent person nor a vindictive one
but there is no punishment too good for
anyone who cuts short a baby's smile
her hands are bloodied
by the tears
the anguish
of an unnecessary evil
for tomorrow let Chloe's light shine
in the hearts who love her
let her little candle shine
for a short dance upon this earth
say a prayer that she didn't suffer
and has found peace. | |
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