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Rachel Branscombe Poems
Friends, you never realise just how important they are until they are gone. They are like a glue that holds ones life together. Everyone needs friends, everyone needs that group to which they belong. They are the listeners who pay attention to your problems,
Lord I Give My Heart To Thee
Lord I give thy heart to thee. The Ones that have died are gathered by your side. They are blessed Lord. They no longer have to fight the fight we people of God fight here on Earth.
Would You Do Something To Change The Wor...
Oh, what would life be like if things always stayed the same? If worlds never changed, what would it be like? The poor would always be poor and the hungry would be left unfed. Would children always be children?
In darkened night I see the stars Shining against the sky Golden buttons against a sea of black and blue In darkened night I see the moon
Alone I sit and alone I dream The world is naught but dust to me In a place I know the place I dream I dream of things I've never seen
Life-The Changing Story
The world we live in is not a nice world Everywhere you go there is violence, poverty, and crime The list could go on forever But imagine what it would be like if it was switched
Man's last stop
I wished I'd payed attention I wished I'd listened to them Those wise young men They had tried to warn me
I Remember It All
In times gone by I remember it all The fun we had The friends I made The love I won and lost
Frightened Night Child
Even now I hear the weeping The poor girl crying herself to sleep She knows not why she cries But tears come anyway
Mind is going faint My world is overloaded I cannot bear all this stuff with which my mind must think all this worrying is making my poor body feel sick
Conversation with God
One day while I was dreaming I heard a soft like voice It called me to a pond and asked to recite the stories of my childhood
Love, the most painful of emotions Everyone feels love but to lose love is torment To find out that someone you love does care about you cuts right into the soul Love is dangerous
The world spinning beneath my feet, the air surrounds me as I struggle to breathe. I'm trapped in the box of society I don't understand what it wants of me This vile world has it's fingers wrapped around my throat
The Storm is coming The day when nothing will matter When troubles will be gone and war will be history
Comments about Rachel Branscombe
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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Friends, you never realise just how important they are until they are gone.
They are like a glue that holds ones life together.
Everyone needs friends, everyone needs that group to which they belong.
They are the listeners who pay attention to your problems,
they are the mentors who give advice freely
Some of them are like family
They are the ones who know you like no other
They know your pains and worries
Friends can be either good or bad
Sometimes it's hard to destingish between the two.
The good friend who listens and cares
Or the bad friend who ...