‘Sonnet on the Death of a Friend’ and Other Poetry by Pete Dashwood The Society February 23, 2015 Beauty, News of Note Sonnet on the Death of a Friend Throughout our lives we have the love of some Our family, our friends , the special ones Who help us deal with problems as they come And share our joys and sorrow as life runs But one by one they leave, the ones who cared They leave us crying in the growing dark Yet we are richer for the life they shared We are warmed by each one’s cosmic spark Knowing this, the grief within us calms The daily dream goes on for you and me The lamb returns into the shepherd’s arms The shining drop rejoins the shining sea Thus those we knew and loved who now are gone Prepare us for the final journey home Falun Dafa I am not your enemy you have nothing to fear from me I see the world in a different way but there’s room for us both to be if a stream becomes a river and the river threatens a town the river can be diverted nobody has to drown the river flows as it always will it simply goes around and the people in the city use the water to bless their town but, if you try to stem the river so your water is all there is the dam may break and all is lost can you blame the river for this? I hear the tramp of boots in the darkness you banished me to feel the cold electrodes and the current surging through my body’s a twisted ruin but my spirit is ever true I am weeping not for myself but for China and for you. Pete Dashwood has been a writer most of his life and has numerous articles, short stories, technical papers, and regular columns in both technical and Arts magazines to his credit. He has traveled extensively but now lives at home in New Zealand where he is working on a novel about Palestine in the first century. Featured Image 1: This broad panorama of the Carina Nebula, a region of massive star formation in the southern skies, was taken in infrared light using the HAWK-I camera on ESO’s Very Large Telescope. Image released February 8, 2012. Featured Image 2: “Baton Torture” courtesy of The Epoch Times. The practitioner is abused—sometimes over a few hours—by up to a dozen electric shocks to the face, including the eyes, on the genitals, nipples, and other sensitive body parts. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.