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By Tony Petrossian
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Chapter OneFor Him
Brother Tony We wish things had turned out Different With love forever our sweet brother ... LOVE YOU. -Caroline, Ara, and Nick.
TONY WOULDN'T WANT US TO STAY SAD. HE'D TELL US TO LIGHTEN UP, LET GO OF OUR SADNESS. THAT'S WHAT HE WAS ALL ABOUT-MAKING PEOPLE FEEL BETTER ABOUT THEMSELVES.
Tony's memory is still alive and will live in the words he has left behind"
- Paul Burghdorf
OUR SON TONY SHOWED HIS PASSION FOR WRITING WHEN HE
WAS MUCH YOUNGER. IN HIS SHORT LIFE OF SEVENTEEN YEARS, HE LEFT
US WITH PRECIOUS POETIC WORKS AND OTHER WRITINGS
EXPRESSING HIS INNER MOST FEELINGS.
HE WOULD HAVE BEEN VERY PROUD TO ENTER A POETRY
CONTEST, LIKE THE ONES IN HIS MEMORY.
MAYBE THIS WAY HIS WISH WILL BE FULFILLED IN HIS ABSENCE.
Glendale News-Press June 28, 1995
On The Day Tony Received His Diploma.
"For a senior with as much potential as Tony had, it was truly a Loss for the family, the school and the community as well".
Hoover Principal, THERESA SAUNDERS.
Tony placed a high priority on family and friendship.
You could not ask for a better friend than Tony.
Tony realized the special power and value of his family.
I Never Met Him
Tony O Tony Where Did You Go? To The Meadows The Valleys Or Out In The Snow As Days Go By And We Think Of The Past Your Poems Remain Alive And Your Words Ever last A Years Gone By And Not Much Has Changed To Put It Simple The World Has Become Deranged For You See I've Never Met You But I've Been Told From The People I Talk To You Had A Heart Of Gold Peace Be With You As We Remember Today A Fun Loving Tony Who Was Always Full Of Play Believe Me Tony's Still Alive And Living In Peace Looking Down At Us And Wondering When It's His Time For Release His Love, His Passions, His Poetry As Such By His Words He Loved So Much For You See I've Never Met Him But I've Been Told The Real Tony Had A Heart Of Gold
Our eyes stare at the infinite road-never-ending-Yet he, who flew so soon, won't return, For he has found existence.
The white feathers float in air one by one, But they never fall, but rock gently when The wind takes them from land to land.
Two eyes look to the blue, Two lips shiver together, Two hands touch.
All air remains still and there are no vibrations. Dead. All air remains still and there are no vibrations.
I hear not what he says She hears not what I say We hear feathers floating. We hear the wind.
She and I, you and he open our eyes We see not what is. We see him. He returns. Existence.
So brief those allotted days- Days filled with promise and fulfillment- Days of giving more than taking- Of love shared with those who understood The precious uniqueness of the gift He brought into the world through the love Begotten of that Eternal Love from which All love originates- the love to which all Love returns, transforming all it touches As it passes through our human life.
The mystery of love consoles human life Touched through suffering, Chastening our anxious yearning, Until at last we rejoin the Love From which we came
Tony did not live a long life, but his name and memories will live long among all his friends.
In Memory of Tony
As a flock of swans break the calm lake's surface, a spirit is set free A soul has found its home in Heaven's sweet embrace ...
A life taken, cut much too short, A voice silenced, never to speak again, A spirit diminished, faded away.
His laughter resounds in our ears, A symbol of his good humor. His caring eyes seem to sear into one's soul, Seeing a deep abyss of emotion and understanding.
His short time on God's playground was blessed, Blessed with love and compassion, Full of family and friends. His smile still haunts those who knew him, Those who knew kind soul and warm words.
His memory, burning like a candle bright, Whispering to us that he is still among the living, In their hearts, their minds, and their souls.
At the break of dawn, a familiar flock of birds break the surface of a calm lake, Signaling the remembrance of a life cut short, a voice silenced, and a soul rested ...
Purple Press June 9, 1995
Tony was an intelligent, sensitive, and intuitive individual. You would see him partying, but then you would sit down and talk to him and he would say something so intelligent and sensitive that you wouldn't believe it was coming from his mouth.
In Loving Memory Tony.
You were the life of our hearts the light of our eyes. You were all that we needed.
And now we must say good-bye. with tears in our eyes and a quiver in our hearts.
Just knowing that we have lost the loved that we cherished.
Forget us not -for we'll see the sun set. the moon glow. and see the shine of you flashing with love and a smile. that was once shared by us all.
Tony is funny and easy to be around. He makes us laugh all the time. If anyone is ever in a bad mood, He'd snap you out of it.
IT IS BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN AND DEEPLY HUMAN.
HONEST TOUCHING AND AFFECTING.
Glendale News-Press June 10, 1995
Vic Arutyunyan wrote this poem in memory Of his friend, Tony Petrossian.
Tears came down On this crazy world No one can feel what I feel Yet I try to forget his death.
People think I did bad Everyone thinks I am not sad, To all the people who think that Reality won't bring our Tony back Only thing that I can look back at Surviving is the key to luck Surviving sometimes can be jack If I dream of Tony coming back A dream can't come true, Tony won't be back, No one knows, Tony died in front of my eyes.
Glendale High School April 2, 1996
Tony left something precious to the world.
This "SOULFUL POET" left behind poems of profound
meaning at a younger age.
Purple Press June 9, 1955
The school was under an enormous cloud of disbelief, sorrow, and silence.
There was no laughter in the quad and no joking or dancing in the halls; it was as if the entire school was under the agreement of an unspoken promise to respect and observe the death of Tony.
It was like the school had united to grieve
Tony's death", remembered.
Father to Father Friend to Friend
Mr. Petrossian - father to father - friend to friend You and I part of the family of man even though we come from different lands. Both of our families have suffered tragically by someone else's hands.
When will this pain ever end? You lost a son while trying to help a friend. I lost a daughter - raped by three vicious men. Your son died - my daughter's life was shattered within.
Mr. Petrossian - father to father - friend to friend I catch your sad glance, and I understand the pain within. I recognize your heart and the grief that lodges therein - the shattered heart of a father and friend. When will this pain ever end?
Mr. Petrossian - father to father - friend to friend Give me your hand and give me your heart - That is the only way you and I as fathers can brave this terrible dark.
Celebration Hoover H. Publication June, 1995
I am grateful to Tony Petrossian for the brief time he was in my class.
I discovered a gentle soul through his writings.
He created a world of peace and an earth free of pollution
on paper with words, but could find neither of these in every day reality.
Editor -Lynn Santamaria
Through the last three years, I have participated in many poetry contests, but none were as close to my heart as this one. Although never having met him, I have come to know Tony like a caring friend. By just speaking with those who knew him, I have come to know him as a bright, talented, understanding, and loving individual. This poetic talent was just an added bonus.
I have come to realize that by remembering Tony, we encourage other young writers like him to continue putting on paper what their hearts and souls yearn to express. Poetry is truly the language of the soul. There is no other medium in which one can truly pour out their heart and soul without any inhibitions or rules. Poetry that has already been written can also be used to express what you feel, even if it is in another's words.
Seeing as how this is the last opportunity I will have to show how I feel about Tony, poetry, and this contest, I hope the poem below will express what I feel. Tony's life may have been cut short, but his memory, and love for poetry, live on ...
-Narine Galudzhyan GHS Poetry Club President
Often times we feel empty hearted, We weep even more bitterly ... than in the early days, We hide from each other, we pretend our best.
Often ... we hardly remember our most joyful days, Our contented life when we enjoyed our days grateful for all Often ... we feel more sorrow; we bare this anguish with our existence.
When we share our grief and ponder the reality that he is not with us we so remember the days gone by; how we gave our love, our life together.
Often ... the memories bind our hearts and thoughts as we hear his laughter and jokes, and as we see his smiles ... we're reminded of his articulateness, his intelligence ... his sensitivity and his handsome face ..., all, so much like a dream.
Then that ghastly day came to pass; then sudden darkness, the horrible reality, that he is not with us.
We enjoyed him so much those seventeen years and we miss him. Even more with every passing day; we whisper his name again and again.
We feel his absence for another day. Tony, we did not say farewell, our beloved one ... but you will always be our son.
-Mom & Dad
SOMETIMES GRASPING THE IDEA OF A POEM CAN BE PERCEIVED DIFFERENTLY.
Art of writing
What does writing mean? For some people, writing has a lot to do with communication.
For some people, writing is a way of expressing their emotions by love letters, or other types of letters ... Writing soothes the soul; it brings out any bad or good emotions you might be feeling inside.
Writing can enhance your vocabulary and help you understand your writing skills better. You may never know how much you can write, or how good you are ... unless you sit down and write your deepest emotions, and go back and read them later; you can fix anything with which you feel uncomfortable.
Writing is very fun, if you open your mind and allow your imagination to run wild ... You will learn and have fun at the same time.
THE MOST IMPORTANT THINGS TO ALWAYS REMEMBER:
EAT HEALTHY AND IN MODERATION, EXERCISE WELL,
MAITAIN A HEALTHY ATTITIUDE OF LIFE,
YOU CAN ENJOY LIFE A LOT LONGER.
Somewhere above, there is a star A star much brighter, much higher ... That is my star, although very far, There is nothing there, no one can reach there It is my star, it is very far.
In the world we live
Why so unjust, unfair
Starve to death.
Violence all around
They see; feel cold darkness
In their most joyous days
Would play all around ...
They know only the sadness
No cheers, no laughter
No thrills for them
They know the struggle,
They feel dire suffering
Life shows them roughness
On its ugly face.
Tony wrote this after reflecting on "Boulders", A black and white photograph of Ansel Adams. He was often inspired by other artists, Who shared an affinity for nature and environment. Tony-a nature lover.
Mount Willamson, Sierra, from Manzanar,
California, what I see in front of me
Is the most spectacular sight on earth?
This photo shows the entire
Earth is covered with huge boulders ...
Boulders you can see from miles away
These are what nature has to display,
With each mile the boulders seem
To just disappear, I also see
Breathtaking mountains that sit right under
The everlasting clouds
Built with huge pride ...
By looking at some of Ansel Adam's work and his art form,
You tend to respect the beauty of the Sierras and the YosemiteValley.
It is the hand crafted creation of mother Earth
With so much beauty that captures your eyes,
In the Sierras you might think that
People would respect this Earth-not destroy it
by pollution or other types of waste.
You might think that man would respect
Nature, and yet the animals of the wild tend to respect nature
a lot more than people do.
Makes you wonder who really cares.
Make your crusade
For a beautiful cause
It's crucial to help because
Everyone is capable of giving something,
Giving something back to the community,
That can be best ...
Even little bit can still make it count.
By setting aside even a very little bit of your time,
Anyone can do so; all you need is a willing heart
You will be thankful what you have started
Giving back to your community,
Even the little bit you do, still makes it count
It is really not about the amount.
A basket-full of eyelashes
I see a lady of glamour and power,
And a lot of riches, a lady in red.
A true lady in red.
A single rose in a full garden
Of yellow roses
A standing-out-in-a-crowd kind of gal.
From my little balcony
It is fun to watch these birds:
Sometimes bird watching
Is a pleasant pastime
These little beautiful things
With their different shapes and colors
Talking to each other, suddenly wanting
To fly away, sometimes pausing branch to branch
With that small build,
How quick they are; that little sparrow
Different birds on nearby trees
Chirping so loudly seems inviting
Other join them for a moment ...
Suddenly they decide to fly away
In all these radiant activities
I see the one, a little one
Still; just looking all about ...
His broken wings
Chirping so loud
Asking for help, so desperate
My focus on him,
I can't reach up there
Can it fly again?
It is very sad to watch
This little one
In its anguished pain.
I can see her standing alone
There is an angel
With a long white dress,
That beautiful sad eye
Looking up distant, searching ...
Searching, in the skies
In a breezy sunset
I can see her among the clouds
I can see her even in the gloom,
A small voice speaks unto me
I see her standing alone.
When I wake up I wonder
Was that a dream?
Yes I was dreaming all night long.
Contributions for your time
Live with dignity, with respect
To be someone that cares for,
To do something to help more
Troubles come, trouble time
Try to be the same one
Contribution for your time,
To be someone who shares for
Enjoy always helping more
The greatest thing for your time
Try to be that loved one.
You ever think
about what the dream means,
I think we should never think
about what we dream,
Your last night's dream
You can't untangle
Mystery of this extreme,
Man can't read indeed,
So never dream ...
To find out, what your
Dream is all about.
Goodness of life
I look back to my childhood
There is happiness.
Happy, light like a bird,
Utmost love and care
Everything so fair
That's what I share
That is what I have
Joy and fulfillment
Future yet to come,
With its long hidden days ...
I look into it with hope and grace.
You can say it better; this is a way that many find easy and helpful We know the necessity of "writing". Some of us make a list of what must be done Some have personal diaries, for shopping lists etc ... We can always keep in touch with family and friends through writing. You do not need to be an expert writer! Say what you feel, the idea is to put it On paper! What you are thinking, feeling, you may use simple words, and Sentences any way you want. Sometimes the ideas will flow and you will find writing much easier. This is the best way for you to express thoughts and feelings on paper that are Often difficult to express. Writing is pleasure, it is fun. Writing is power!
Grow love within
Love is salvation
Love cleans your soul, it is purity
Love is sweetness, tranquility in you.
It helps you to reach, to help and care.
It shall not be spared
It will come back to you
Love is forever
It pleases you most,
Sweetens your life
It is perfection for the glory of man.
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