Notes for Barbara Marion COLE: SOURCE=FTREE# 65 POET AND WRITER, SOCIAL PSYCHOLOGIST
DC0001 Barbara was born in Greenfield Park because it had the nearest hospital to her parent's home which at that time was in Brossard, Quebec. Brossard is on the south shore of the St Lawrence River, across from Montreal, Quebec. \DC0001
DC0001 Selected Poems by Barbara Cole
Look Up there Across the sky The stars are shining bright As you lay down beside me In the darkness of the night
Peacefulness surrounds us As I hold onto your hand There's no need to say a word For you already understand
My heart starts beating faster As I begin to fantasize About the two of us together Then I am captured in your eyes
I knew how much I loved you when The moonlight shone upon your face And as you take me in your arms I feel the warmth of our embrace
As long as you are here with me How could I say goodbye ? I never want to leave here This is where I want to die.
Barbara Cole
I'm trapped under this barrier I can't breath, I'm going to die Help me someone please, I yell But no one hears my cry.
I'm slowly dying, can't you tell I'm scared, it's getting cold This place is turning darker And I have no one to hold.
I'm feeling pain, it's hurting now Alone I'm faced with fear I need someone to save me Why is no one here ?
I taste the tears of my despair I know this is the end Why must life be so unfair ? Where are you now my friend ?
Someone's dead now, don't you know ? Or do you even care ? Well, this time it was me so... Why were you not there ?
Barbara Cole
It Couldn't Last
I sense it's almost over I wonder every day Still wish you would come closer But it just can't be this way
There's so much that we've shared And there's so much more to do Can't you see I'm hurting Cause I'm still in love with you ?
I wish you'd tell me soon because Inside I'm slowly dying But I just can't ask that question And I know I'll end up crying
So when you finally told me I felt like I had died I wished you'd take me in your arms And say that you had lied
The few days that had passed Felt like a thousand years Not a minute spent without At least a couple tears
I've tried to think of happiness And forget about the past But what I finally realized Is that our love could never last.
Barbara Cole
I'm not really sure what love is but I know it must exist For I felt it as you held me In your arms when we kissed
I cannot explain happiness but I often feel it too For it becomes a part of me Each time I am with you.
Barbara Cole
Hiding In The Mist
You can be surrounded by faces And be lost in complete isolation Or pretend to laugh with the others When you feel nothing but desolation
But the pains which hurt the most Are those that remain untold For they stay with you forever As your heart turns into mold
You cannot judge appearances For these will only deceive you No one can be trusted Loved ones always leave you
Tell me how to find happiness Since justice does not exist I know where my soul has gone now It is hiding in the mist
Tears can fall and wounds will heal But memories never fade You can forgive but not forget The never ending shade
Daylight is not meaningful Until the darkness falls And suddenly takes over As it traps you inside walls
You may search with all your might And still never find the key To an exit which does not exist Since we face mortality
Barbara Cole
If our friendship ever ends... Remember once we were best friends.
Barbara Cole
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DC0001 Toast to Barbara Cole By Vic Cole, her grandfather
ON THE OCCASION OF HER WEDDING May 15, 1999
I once read that marriage was a great institution - for the insane and the blind - but that was obviously written by a single person.
When Barbara phoned and asked me to give a toast to this great institution I thought I had better look something up on the Internet or in the encyclopedia but on further thought I realized that Marion and I have been married over 55 years, we must be some kind of authority on this.
We both believe that God intended that a family should consist of Christian parents raising children to believe and practice the "ten commandments".
The parents do this, not by education, but by example, and the presence of Dave, Chuck and Christie are a testament to this premise.
Marriage is a partnership, and its success is assured if each partner does 60% of the work and there is total trust.
The partnership of marriage requires one other ingredient, and that is love. Guy, your bride understands love, she has been an authority on it for many years. She wrote us a letter when she was a little girl and I will read part of that letter verbatim. Barbara writes:
"I wrote a poem I like and here it is:
Love is something hard to find, Love is something on ones mind, Love is there for those who care. But for those that are rotten, Love is forgotten."
And so Guy you are forewarned - don't be rotten.
Ladies and gentlemen, will you rise and drink a toast with me to the institution of marriage. \vc_toast \DC0001
More About Barbara Marion COLE and Guy MARCOUX: Marriage: May 15, 1999, Gloucester, ON, Canada.45 Unknown-Ending: Place: Blackburn Hamlet, Gloucester, ON, Canada.
Barbara Marion COLE (b. August 25, 1973)
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