Pure Poems

Pooo

Flat5th — Mon, 22 Sep 2014 08:01:23 +0000

Painted was his eyes

by the crayons that she held

but invisible was the color

that flew around him.

Slow breeze changed the course

of her coloring hands for

she painted the sky

but the sky was cloudy and thunderous

like those emotions she held within

The muddy earth dried up

as joy fell from the heavens

drenching their thoughts with vision of innocence

like noisy key sack they sounded and danced in unison

till their thought were whitewashed..

Through midnight dumb

Axinia Davydova — Wed, 03 Sep 2014 16:40:03 +0000

Through midnight dumb, and branches dense.
Myriad of stars I see and sense.
I hear my heart's the dreamless voice.
Should make I now the painful choice.

Oh, easy, so,
And I can go,
Through branches dense and darkest night,
Should go through Death,
I stop my breath,
Shall win I now this fatal fight.

Oh, speed along, Thou, rapid Brook!
Incline Thy head, Thou, lovely Flower!
And, where art Thou? I'm here! Look!
I'm here, Death, with deathless Power!

Through branches dense and darkest night,
Shall win I now this fatal fight.

Through midnight dumb and branches dense,
Through Life and Death, through their fence,
Like centuries come and pass away.
And they in Grave forever lay.

Oh, easy, so,
And I can go,
Through branches dense and darkest night,
Should go through Death,
I stop my breath,
Shall win I now this fatal fight.

Oh, speed along, Thou, rapid Brook!
Incline Thy head, Thou, lovely Flower!
And, where art Thou? I'm here! Look!
I'm here, Death, with deathless Power!

Through branches dense and darkest night,
Shall win I now this fatal fight.

Through midnight dumb, and branches dense.
Myriad of stars I see and sense…

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Where will be my departure place?

Axinia Davydova — Wed, 03 Sep 2014 15:45:04 +0000

Where will be my departure place?
Amongst the fields? Amongst the bays?
For what the Dome of Fate still stays,
Close to these dark and worthless days?

The years will pass, in this old yard,
Will fly the orphaned sable wind,
From mountains blue and very far,
From countries which were in the mind.

Where burnt the fire of my life
Through pain and sorrow! Through alert!
Oh, poor my Soul! Yes, Thou was rife
With mountains ancient and desert!..

21th, 29th – 30th of December 2010

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Heather III

Randy Johnson — Wed, 13 Aug 2014 15:10:37 +0000

You were born in December of 1975.
It's a shame that you didn't survive.
You were a great actress, one of the very best.
It's not surprising that you became a success.

Your life was cut short but at least you were able to be famous.
We all loved and adored you so very much, can you blame us?
When people attended your funeral, they mourned and cried.
If somebody has said that you had no talent, that person lied.

Behind The Poem:

Dedicated to Heather O'Rourke (1975-1988) who died on February 1, 1988.

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Madeline

Randy Johnson — Wed, 13 Aug 2014 01:33:03 +0000

Something wonderful happened to my Step-Nephew and his girlfriend.
They had a baby girl and they named her Madeline.
It's truly wonderful when a baby is brought into the world.
Will and his girlfriend are very happy and they treasure their girl.

I hope that I'm there when Madeline begins to walk.
I hope she calls me Uncle Randy when she learns how to talk.
She's a special baby and all who see her will be impressed.
It's a fact of life that Will and his girlfriend are truly blessed.

Behind The Poem:

Dedicated to Madeline Robinson who was born on October 17, 2013.

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How do you spell beautiful woman?

Randy Johnson — Tue, 12 Aug 2014 22:54:20 +0000

How do you spell beautiful woman, it's spelled A-G-N-E-S.
Everybody who was part of Mom's life was truly blessed.
Mom was blessed with both outer and inner beauty.
She would've still been beautiful even if she had been ugly.
She was the kindest woman that I've ever known.
But she's dead and I feel hollow because I'm alone.
She would've helped anybody who was in need.
My mom was a wonderful person indeed.
I wanted her to survive and I was devastated when her doctor said that she was a goner.
Just knowing this fantastic lady was both a privilege and an honor.

Behind The Poem:

Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.

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Over the moon

Randy Johnson — Tue, 12 Aug 2014 22:38:39 +0000

If you could've been saved, I would've been over the moon.
But you died and you were taken far too soon.
You had to have a Hysterectomy and your left leg amputated.
You were in so much pain, it was something that I truly hated.

My brother and I had to end your pain by taking you off the respirator.
If I would've had a choice, I would've rather wrestled with an alligator.
When you died, I came home and licked my wounds.
If you could've been saved, I would've been over the moon.

Behind The Poem:

Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.

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If Mom became an angel

Randy Johnson — Tue, 12 Aug 2014 22:26:40 +0000

If Mom became an angel, it wouldn't surprise me one bit.
I know that she's very popular in Heaven, she's a big hit.
It's always painful when a loved one dies.
I know that as the tears well up in my eyes.

Even when I try, the pain is something I can't ignore.
It's so sad because I can't be with her anymore.
We loved each other and were bonded by strong family ties.
If God turned Mom into an angel, it wouldn't be a surprise.

Behind The Poem:

Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.

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Heather II

Randy Johnson — Tue, 12 Aug 2014 17:15:52 +0000

It was a fact that you were sweet and that you were very cute.
You were adorable, that's something that people won't dispute.
While you were eating lunch in the MGM Commissary, you were discovered.
You were hired to star in Poltergeist when Spielberg saw you with your mother.

Drew Barrymore was up for the role of Carol Anne but you were chosen instead.
The entire world was shocked and horrified when we learned that you were dead.
When you became sick, that was bad enough but your death was far worse.
Some people blame the Poltergeist films because they believe they were cursed.

Your success allowed your family to buy a house in California in Big Bear Lake.
It was tragic that the doctors didn't determine that your life was at stake.
You went to Big Bear Elementary School and was President of your class.
Sadly, it's been over two and a half decades since the day that you passed.

When you died, many of your fans wanted to scream at the top of their lungs.
You were only twelve years old when you were taken, that was far too young.
You starred in other movies, one of which was 'Massarati And The Brain'.
Your demise devastated everybody and brought about unbearable pain.

Behind The Poem:

Dedicated to Heather O'Rourke (1975-1988) who died on February 1, 1988.

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DEARRANGEDYEA

Lukem — Fri, 08 Aug 2014 01:49:47 +0000

AND IT SEEMS ALRIGHT,

JUST A MIRROR PANE…

AND IT SEEMS ALRIGHT,

JUST A MIRROR PANE

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WHAT WE'VE COME TO UNDERSTAND

AT THE END OF TIME,

WHAT WE'VE COME TO UNDERSTAND…

AT THE END OF TIME

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IT'S ALOT STRANGER,

DEARRANGEDYEA

IT'S ALOT STRANGER,

DEARRANGEDYEA…

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CERTAINLY BIZARRE

HOW IT TURNS OUT ALRIGHT,

CERTAINLY BIZARRE…

HOW IT TURNS OUT ALRIGHT

Behind The Poem:

Killer Drums and Awesome Bass on this song.

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Stacy

Randy Johnson — Wed, 06 Aug 2014 21:29:55 +0000

She was a special girl but now she's gone.
It's hard but she'd want our lives to go on.
It's hard to accept that she's dead.
She should've had many more years ahead.

Now her children are left without a father and a mother.
She was good to her children and people loved her.
It's so sad that her life came to an end.
She touched the lives of all of her friends.

She loved her sister and her two brothers.
She was very close to her mother.
She was so good throughout the years.
Now people say goodbye and shed their tears.

She cared about her family as well as others.
Now her children are being raised by their Grandmother.
She was only twenty-five when she was killed.
Now you can understand the grief that I feel.

Behind The Poem:

Dedicated to Stacy Brooks (1972-1997) who died on September 7, 1997. She was the loving mother of Meghan and Madison Welch.

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Satanic Attack

SNP — Wed, 06 Aug 2014 14:33:28 +0000

This Satan’s world

Jesus is Jew

Niggas don’t be confused

Nowadays science they chase

And you pay for that trash

Claiming you a Christian

While you accept and listen

These days

So grey

Ain’t no telling

If you ain’t following the devil

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Heather

Randy Johnson — Wed, 06 Aug 2014 01:42:17 +0000

You died at the young age of twelve in 1988.
Your death was something everybody would hate.
You died of Cardiac Arrest that was caused by Intestinal Stenosis
You were a very pretty and talented girl, everybody knows this.
It's a shame when someone as young as you passes away.
You starred in all three Poltergeist movies and in Happy Days.
You also guest starred in eleven other TV shows during your short lifespan.
Your demise devastated your friends and family and it also hurt your fans.
Your life was so short, you didn't live long enough to drive a car or to receive your first kiss.
People will always remember your contribution and you will continue to be missed.

Behind The Poem:

Dedicated to Heather O'Rourke (1975-1988) who died on February 1, 1988.

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VOID

ildi — Sun, 20 Jul 2014 11:19:33 +0000

Feeling tired today,

my hear jumps from the wounds as I pray.

Feeling cold and frozen,

in a world that continuously gets broken.

Feeling tired as i write this poem,

while my soul sings a Bohemia.

Feeling to tired to move on,

as all my power is already gone.

Feeling empty with nowhere to go,

all the leafs are falling as singing the song of ‘no’.

My mind is refusing to live while my soul is yelling,

i still have a breath left that has a message of telling.

It tells me life is more than my little computer,

if I can feel my skin and heartbeats…

If I can listen to the sound of the wind

and the touch of the sun.

If I only can hear myself breathing,

God…I don’t want to die while living.

Behind The Poem:

i WROTE THIS POEM WHEN I WAS FEELING A GREAT EMPTINESS INSIDE FOR SOME TIME...!

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Long Live Israel

SNP — Mon, 14 Jul 2014 13:10:12 +0000

Bless the chosen land

A small giant surrounded by violence

Until the fight ends

Prophesied way back when

You can’t defeat your maker

Peace be to Israel

Christ the Lord our Savior

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