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Comment by Bob Rich on December 25, 2011 at 7:47pm

Hi, Cynthia. Yes, I'd be glad to write a poem for JR, I'll send you a message about it... - Bob

Comment by Bob Rich on December 25, 2011 at 7:46pm

Hi, Marianne - you're very welcome!... and thanks for your nice message. - Bob

Comment by Cynthia Turner on December 1, 2011 at 3:11am

Bob,

This is Cynthia could u write a poem for me /my son. I know he is not missing but he is missing from my life now . Yes he is n a better place

but I have a big hole n my heart that will never heal . My JR was my life.

Thank You

 

Comment by marianne asher-chapman on November 29, 2011 at 11:39pm

Thank you Bob for writing a poem for Angie. It is beautiful. Thank you for writing for so many. Your compassion is beyond compare.

Comment by Jesse 'Opie' Ross on November 29, 2011 at 11:21pm

A little therapy in creative writing, getting a chance to share what is in our hearts. 

Comment by Bob Rich on November 29, 2011 at 9:55pm

Kenstasia, your poem is powerful & affecting, and it's an effective call to action. Here's to the hope that more people will provide practical support for the souls behind the faces hanging on cold concrete walls.
- Bob

Comment by Bob Rich on November 29, 2011 at 9:50pm

"Angie Yarnell Still Brings Happiness" by Bob Rich

The bread you baked was warm to the touch, and the native plants you tended in the garden blossomed with the care of your hands, which would softly pat your dogs Penny and Blossom, and your cat Shane. You were drawn to music: when you were very young, you liked "Puff the Magic Dragon," and you would play the song hundreds of times on your little record player; then, later on, you liked The Cure's song "Just Like Heaven" -- but, who knew that, in time, your memory would linger for many like the visitation of an angel? For years, you would describe yourself as a queen, and your royal qualities continue to shine like gold: the glittering confetti you put in greeting cards; the array of flowers in your hair; your love of art; the hand-crafted gifts you made for people. You loved the color green, the color of hope. The fragrant green leaf of your kindness need not ever turn to autumnal reds and yellows and orange, but can remain intact as we recall your childlike spirit. Your peacefulness and your smile are still a balm to people. And your poetry is remembered, especially through the warmth of your laughter. We need not ever say farewell, Angie: we grasp your hand through the veil of time as we reunite loved ones to this day through our efforts to find the missing in Missouri -- and so your melody will play on.

(written for Angie's mom, Marianne)
* * *
Visit the webpage for Missouri Missing, which was founded in Angie's honor: http://www.missourimissing.org/

Comment by Kenstasia Falcon on October 11, 2011 at 7:39am

~AN ODE TO THE MISSING~

(Ken F. ©2007 Edited ©2011)

　

　

PICTURES ARE WORTH FAR MORE THAN WORDS-SO WHAT DO THEY SAY?
OF THESE PRECIOUS LOST DEAR ONES-SOME TAKEN, SOME RAN AWAY

THEIR LOVELY FACES HANGING-ON COLD CONCRETE WALLS
FEEL THE MOST EVIL OF GRIEF-HEAR THE VOICELESS SPIRIT CALL

THEY SPEAK OF SLEEPLESS SEARCHERS-ON AN ETERNAL ROAM
EVERY MOMENT IS ETERNITY-PRAYING, "OH GOD BRING THEM HOME!"

THE PLAGUING THOUGHTS MUST TORTURE-SHOULD I DO THAT OR THIS?
OH, DONT YOU KNOW WHAT THEY WOULD DO-FOR ANOTHER HUG OR KISS?

CAN'T TELL THE WHOLE STORY-OF THE HELL EACH HEART ENDURES

BUT HOW WOULD YOU FEEL-IF IT HAPPENED TO YOU OR YOURS?

WOULDN'T YOU WANT EVERYONE-TO DO ALL THEY CAN DO?
IF IT WERE YOUR CHILD, LOVED ONE-OR EVEN YOU?

　

I RECALL WHEN A STRANGER-TRIED TO ABDUCT MY BABY DAUGHTER

BUT SHE KNEW WELL-WHAT DADDY TAUGHT HER

　

SHE SCREAMED & SCREAMED, "A STRANGER DADDY-A STRANGER!"

SHE KNEW THIS MAN WAS EVIL & SENSED SHE WAS IN DANGER

　

OR THAT TWO OF MY KIDS-HOW CAN THERE BE NO TEARS?

WERE KEPT FROM ME WRONGLY-FOR 8 LONG YEARS

　

OR WHAT ABOUT YOUR LOVED ONES-SOOO FAR AWAY?

OR THOSE NEAR YOU & YOU SELDOM-GIVE EACHOTHER THE TIME OF DAY?

　

BUT YOU KNOW WHERE EACHOTHER ARE-BUT IF THEY WERE MISSING WOULD YOU CARE

THINKING OF TIMES SO MANY TIMES-EITHER COULD HAVE BEEN THERE?

　

OR WHEN A LOVED ONE LEAVES US-WHETHER OR NOT EXPECTED

WE RECALL THE TIMES WHEN EITHER REJECTED

　

SO, IMAGINE THAT YOU OR A LOVED ONE-ARE MISSING RIGHT NOW

YOU'D BE CRYING , BEGGING, TORMENTED-ASKING, "HOW"?

　

HOW DID THIS HAPPEN? WHAT CAN BE DONE?

OOOH, MY GOD HELP US-HELP EVERYONE

　

KIDS MISSING FROM ALL OVER THIS WORLD-EACH & EVERY DAY

OVER 800,000 YEARLY, EACH 40 SECONDS-IN THE USA

　

SOME FORCED TO USA'S SEX TRADE CAPITOL-IN COLUMBUS, OHIO

OR SOMEWHERE DEEP-IN OLD MEXICO

　

EVEN OVERSEAS, BEATEN, STARVED, RAPED & KILLED

FOR PERVERTS & PSYCHOS-WHO DEVOUR SOULS TO BE THRILLED

　

I SEE CHRISTIANS, FAMLIES, PATRIOTS ALL OVER THE NET

SO MANY MISSING PERSONS SITES-MY KEYBOARD STAYS WET

　

WHERE ARE THE TRUE CHRISTIANS, FAMILIES & PATRIOTS-THAT WILL TAKE A STAND

GIVE SELF TO EVERYONE OF THE WORLDS CHILDREN-OPENED HEARTS & HANDS?

　

WHY MUST YOU BE COAXED, ADMONISHED & DELETED

WITHOUT BANDING TOGETHER WE WILL BE DEFEATED

　

SAY YOU DONT KNOW HOW TO HELP-BUT LET ME HELP YOU THINK
JUST GO THROUGHT MY SITES/PAGES/GROUPS/LISTS-AND CLICK ON ANY LINK

POST WEEKLY FROM YOUR AREAS-A WAY OF PLANTING SEED
DOING FIRST TO OTHERS-THE SAME THAT YOU WOULD NEED

　

REMEMBER THIS AS, YOU ENJOY YOUR DAY OR HAVING A BAD ONE, FOR EVERY 40 SECONDS IT TOOK TO READ THIS

ANOTHER PRECIOUS CHILD IS GONE-FOR SOMEONE ELSE TO MISS...

　

(To be continued...)

　

Original post at YAHOO! 360 as Vanguard/Vanguardian.

FFF Enterprises ©2011. This poem may be used without consent if used positively and not for profit! Anyone misuses my/our work(s) will have a bad day! PEACE!

Comment by Sara Huizenga on May 28, 2011 at 9:23pm

Thank YOU, Bob for all you do ... we love you ...;) xoxoxoxo

Comment by Bob Rich on May 28, 2011 at 8:49pm

Thank you, Sara, for posting the link to our "Poems for the Missing" group on Facebook. I hope you're doing well. - Bob

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