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I think it is that time to go. I have no poetry left in my soul ; and I feel that I am near to some end. I wish it were not so but my body tells me no more.
I don’t want to leave but am too weak to continue. I am hoping this won’t last. I am doubtful a rebound is in sight. Nevertheless, I have never felt so bad and the weakness overwhelms me.

Writing was my only pleasure, and you were the only friends who stood by me. I feel so sad.

Thank you.

I can’t think of leaving.
I thought this day would
never come, but my friends
I think I am done.
I am in a free fall to some end;
my soul is quiet and no longer
speaks the words I want to hear,
and my body is too weak to continue.
my mind too tired to forbear, my heart
ravaged by fear…

joe

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Joe....

You are loved by many here...sending your way all the energy for courage and to make a rebound...

Cheers....raj

raj (sublime_ocean)

- Rumi

Dance when you're broken open.
Dance, if you've torn the bandage off.
Dance in the middle of the fighting.
Dance in your blood.
Dance, when you're perfectly free.

~~~~~~

You leave a heavy heart within me
can you not leave your poetry
Unpublished for many to see

I and many more
will read as tears flow
from the bottom of my heart
sad to know
there is left no more glow
but you know
I know
the time has not yet come so

we will continue to read you
even if the laps top keys
don't tap along
with your knuckles nor knees
we will continue to read your
inimitable poetry....

Remember once you appraised me
never to Unpublish, any
so keep your promise

These words, yours alone are divine
coming from a gold mine
like Joe's yours
own manure mind

Some day someone will say
Joe is still here
with Neopoet
If none
at least you will know
Loved will behold !

All the best
May you regain strength
and I assure you,
you will answer me
with glee
leaving an indelible set of poetry
as a gift of poetic immortality with me
I will publish it anonymously
if Joe
you grant this permission to me
finally
Loved Sir your pupil

TO SIR WITH LOVE

Walk quietly with your God
brush gently with the sights you will see.
Whisper as you find all your loved ones again.
Remember that we love you here.
In that place you find all the answers
Come visit me, Sadie, and the children
We will walk in flowered fields
There where all things are always.
Yours that will never change, Ian..

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Unconditional love to you all.
"Learn to love yourself first"
Yours as always, Ian.T, Sparrow, and Yenti

We all will someday face that final ridge which we all must cross. Many of us will go to that other valley and soon be forgotten because they have nothing to leave us to be remembered by. Such is not your situation. You have put a lot of beauty and thought onto paper and then here. Stay your hand before you hit delete and leave a legacy for us to remember you by..............stan

Joe you know

You all are breaking my heart., I don't want to leave. m y God has forsaken me.

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What a world, eh?

Yesterday, one of my heroes, David Bowlie died, he was 69. Apparently he lost his battle with cancer.

Not one of us is getting out of here alive. At least I don't think so. :-)

my female chummy...oh as hardcore as a tin matchholder by the coal bucket...the round stove..I said..."I have an issue with God" and without missing a beat..fired off..."take it up with him when U get there" ouch! why I love the women of this family I lately chum with...but they love me...I take what I can get....family was busted....this family accepted me...Neo...U did...I accepted U...no one wants too Leave Joe...leaving is horrible...goodbyes..I suck at.....but we should at least say them....when all the crap and broken pot shards are swept away..our pelt of humanity that somehow might have warmed us somewhere is there.....my pride...a terrible thing....U dont have this...U are awesome..U my teacher teach me! Gods not foresaken U....I trusted God...dont know where it came about...King David..Nebuchanizer out mowing the lawn with his teeth..it fell into shape somwewhere in the madness...as long as I hang it on a human mortal I will twist...which I frankly feel of late...however...would we turn away our own selves if we were doormen of heaven?? a heavy job....the limbo...I dont even fear that.....it was Love I never trusted......we love U.....
:)

has not forsaken you. He is just calling you home to share your words in that other realm........go in peace my friend........stan

I echo what Stan has said...

Best regards and prayers...

raj (sublime_ocean)

Ah ! Esker has left
may be I will go
soonly
one never knows

The age is not the leader
but the mind is
so stay as long
as you will
ABIDE WITH ME STILL!

Time alone one day
each one of us kill
But none will know
nor ever did when 'tis

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