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Poems 3

Euthanasia

Yes. The will decided. But how can the heart decide.
Lying deep under the surface
Of the level reason the eyes sees-
How can the heart decide
To banish this beloved face forever?
The starry eyes reeded with darkness
To forgo? The light within the body's blindness?
To prove that these were lost in any case
And accept the stumbling stumps of consolation?
Under sleep, under day,
under the earth, in the tunnel of the marrow,
Unchanging love, swears all's unchanged, and knows
That what it has not, still stays all it has.
Stephen Spender

A Vision

I saw a glimmering vision,
It took my breath away
T'was the Silhouette of a Shepherd
More regal than words can say

The beams of light they danced
On a coat of endless black
A Vision of perfection
Atop an iron back

He stood there like a statue
For all the world to see
What a vision of perfection
The German Shepherd can be

The look of a noble prince
Lord of all he surveys
Confident in himself
Eyes fixed in aristocratic gaze

Never shall I forget
The vision I saw that day
Of the mighty Shepherd
Who took my breath away

By. Carol Kufner


I'm Not Here

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glint on the snow.
I am the sunlight on the ripened grain,
I am the gentle Autumn's rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.

 


I Stood By Your Bed Last Night

I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying. You found it hard to sleep. 
I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear, 
"It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here." 
I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea, 
You were thinking of the many times your hands reached down to me.
I was with you at the shops today. Your arms were getting sore. 
I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more. 
I was with you at my grave today, You tend it with such care. 
I want to reassure you, that I'm not lying there. 
I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key. 
I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said "It's me." 
You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair. 
I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there. 
It's possible for me to be so near you everyday. 
To say to you with certainty, "I never went away." 
You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew... 
in the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you. 
The day is over... I smile and watch you yawning and say 
"Goodnight, God bless, I'll see you in the morning." 
And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide, 
I'll rush across to greet you and we'll stand, side by side. 
I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see. 
Be patient, live your journey out ... then come home to be with me. 

Old Dogs Do Not Die

We have a secret you and I, 
That no one else shall know, 
For who but I can see you lie 
Each night in fire glow? 
And who but I can reach my hand 
Before I go to bed, 
And feel the living warmth of you 
And touch your silken head? 
And only I walk woodland paths 
And see ahead of me, 
Your small form racing with the wind 
So young again and free. 
And only I can see you swim 
In every brook I pass... 
And, when I call, no one but I 
Can see the bending grass. 

 

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