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Death of the Poet Destroyer

~The Untold Fatal Attraction Poem~

Mid-morning she sees the sun ahead
Her death flowed in a messaged bottle
Gazing into her brown eyes upon all open sores,
Her conscience dark and gray a never-ending war!
A giant cyclone of a thousand thoughts swirled around this little girl.
Inflicting away the pain, through the comfort of others pen
The way she twisted and twisted life’s perception was out of her control
Inside she knew the glass slipper was never hers to show off
 
She is baring nothing but a tainted pen, walking throughout eternity’s sand
A prosecutor of misdeeds, accomplishing what, without knowing the way
Departing from her fractured self, she begins to slip into a righteous form,
Twirling her twilight's pen like a baton, spinning it to one final stand
 
She awakens in a dream, where her sadness does not allow the light to reform
Her body is weak and pale against the birth of her undying sun
Staring down into the deepness of every-bodies abyss
Inside all souls is where she felt lighter, than the retarded sun gives
A crimson sky follows her just to reveal her diminished soul,
A life of shunning out the city glow will always dwell deep inside her
Sleeping under society as one, insulting the taste of innocent blood
Forgetting the vengeance, in a dimension where the pen is mightier than the sword
 
How did she let it come to this?
In one feeling she fell in love with the spirit of the living rhyme 
Watching from a cave, with a diabolical look
Refusing to grasp the self - nature and kill off the destroyer's will
A price beyond this enigmatic world, craving to be just like them
Condemning her meaning to a blasphemy of white butterflies
Destroying her poetic meaning that was destined to dance a tangle of endless rage
In love with the essence of her deceased will
She clings on to the dimness and brilliance at the same time
All corpses lost beyond the girl in question,
Sympathetic in a bizarre language, she mutters out sweetness
Her heart mended, recognizing all the adoration and poetic addiction
Exchanging the real terror, fixated by the life force of her poetic destruction
Giving birth to a new revelation
Now she will never deceive her love for the making of true art,
Not wanting to belong in this wretched world with her destroying criteria,
Her soul sails looking for a new era where love will no longer generate
As she loathes the love and decides not to destroy this generation with hate

At last, longing this one day with the angel of death
With a closing teardrop, one last thought
My death will not be the end; only the ascension~

by;pd


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2012

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Funeral for a Friend

Shattered glass
Broken promises
Loves untied knots
Black roses weaving in summer winds

We all will die, the days are duly marked
In the book of reaping angels
Who till the fields of human decay
Whom take what they can, young or old

Piano keys sound the waltz
Of the oncoming
Shaking fingers and smiles to deny
The raven will have his feast

The death of you is at hand
The death of me was long ago
Yet I still breathe, and you still smile
I am full of tears, you my friend are life

A life to be stolen
As we sit silently
Knowing my hands are as useless as yours
Later smile upon me, and welcome me over

I who have lost long ago
Walks along the shoreline of hell
Alone, no hand to hold
Wishing it could have been me


Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

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Do you remember me

They walk silently along my hallways.
Floors littered with faded finery.
Do you remember my Granduer?
I had once been called the Queen of the sea.
Pulled down to the ocean's floor.
Swaying silently, so many sad souls
They are entombed here 
Forever a part of me 
Left to wander my halls
Sharing this watery hell
Faces frozen in skeletal grins
Evidence of our eternal sadness
Fish now swim across my stage
The band is silent
Still I remember
I absorbed them note by note
They played till my last moment
Yet it was not for my benefit
For I had betrayed them
My promises were empty
Temptation, travel, time together
Some mercifuly escaped
What did they remember of me?
Some came back in ghostly form
Searching for those I had taken from them
I will not release them
For I do not wish to be alone.





Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2014

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Eden

-Eden's Ending Eulogy-

Proceed here today, Eden's Ending Eulogy 
Gentle gracious her garden, the guidance 
I can't recall what was with the warm, sincere smile, and sunrise 
Lost at ease and clarity.......I Sleep! 
Forever In Peace, this dark, damp den, coffin will do
at last, a parting powerful, reunion and resting resort
    Amen


~SKAT~


Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2014

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Trayvon Brown

Walk with me,

Don't...SHOOT, 
cuz I don't wanna die young, 
I wanna grow old and have 
a daughter or a son, or maybe both, 
to live a full life is my hope,
but the bullets in your gun 
are a noose around my throat.

Don't....SHOOT,
I promise you I wanna LIVE,
I wanna show the world everything I have to give
and it's a lot, and yea I might smoke a little pot,
but so Bill Clinton and HE didn't get shot.

Don't....SHOOT,
I got plans for my future,
that don't include a cop saying
stop and let me shoot ya

Don't....SHOOT,
my hands are clearly in the air
I start school next week and I wanna
make it there.

But you..... SHOT,
and let me die in the streets,
now my people want answers 
No justice no peace.


Copyright © Cairo Asikari | Year Posted 2014

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My Rock and Roll Friend - Gone

    They broke the news 
to me today 
    That my friend - who loved rock and roll 
          had left this mortal coil 
We used to burst into song 
    when we saw each other 
He loved screaming guitars 
    and played one himself 
He died in his forties 
   He wasn't watching his health carefully 
which is something we all should do 
I remember the times
    he shared his food with me 
  He was generous in that way 
My rock and roll friend is gone 
  Now I'll have to sing metal tunes by myself 
We all we face the grim reaper 
  but his passing came too soon, too soon 
I will think of him 
  When I hear rock and roll from my radio 
His memory will live on with his friends and loved ones
Another rocker gone....


Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2016

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I'm my Daddy Made Over

Dedicated to my Dad Jerry W. Niday 3/20/1952 - 6/18/2013


I am who I am because of him
He’s the reason for my son’s name
He gave me my courage & my strength
To stand tall even when standing wasn’t easy
Stand for the ones who can’t
To think and fend for myself
I’m my Daddy made over

Taught me to fight back 
To never back down
How to pick myself back up
When I’ve been knocked down
Fight for what I believe
I’m my Daddy made over

He gave me my stubbornness 
Gave me my pride
Gave me my temper
Taught me not to take crap
To speak my mind no matter who
Work for what I want
I’m my Daddy made over

How to keep my emotions in check
How to handle large amounts of pain
When in trouble he always had my back
He knew how my mind worked better than anyone
I got it from him
I’m my Daddy made over

Even though he’s gone
I’ll stand and continue on 
I may stumble I may fall 
May even get hurt along the way
But I’ll pick myself back up
I’ll dust myself off and stand tall
I’m honored and proud to say
I’m my Daddy made over


Sabrina Niday Hansel



Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013

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LIGHTS OUT

Lights Out

One hundred years on and still the shout
“Everyone put your lights out”
Just for an hour from 10 to 11
And remember all those souls in heaven

One hundred years and still the cry
The perennial unanswered question “why?”
Is there a need in this hour of deed
For any to ignore or not to heed?

One hundred years, millions dead
In battles, wars and streets of dread
Trenches then, now car bombs blast
Tearing at families left aghast

One hundred years – again LIGHTS OUT
Not one city but the country throughout
Is this too much to ask ourselves
For those who died through bayonet and shells?

Lights out and let us honour our dead
Light a single candle in room or shed
Remember those terse words upon us yet
“Lest we Forget – lest we forget!”

August 4th 2014


Copyright © Thomas Mansfield | Year Posted 2014

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OK

There's no light in my eyes
faded for so long, i cannot see the hope
that was once there long ago.
as these tears fall, all i can do
is look around, i cannot
hear the sounds of your voice
coming through.

But i'll be OK
please don't try to follow me
it's not safe to go alone
there are things you shouldn't see.
i'll be OK
i know you must hate me
just give it some time
someday you will be fine
just know that i'm all right.

my soul grows cold like this tomb stone
the darkness always falls, pitch black
now i am all alone.
and as i fade, i guess i'll cease to be
nothing left inside i have died
so you could breathe.

But i'll be OK
please don't try to follow me
it's not safe to go alone
there are things you shouldn't see.
i'll be OK
i know you must hate me
just give it some time
someday you will be fine
just know that i'm all right.

in my dying breathe
the air rushing from my chest
i guess there's nothing left, no parting
shots no more time for arguments.
looks in your eyes, i know you'll
leave me now. our time has just
run out. our time is over now!

But i'll be OK
please don't try to follow me
it's not safe to go alone
there are things you shouldn't see.
i'll be OK
i know you must hate me
just give it some time
someday you will be fine
just know that i'm all right.
just know that i'm all right....


Copyright © Antonio Swider | Year Posted 2014

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Lest we Forget the Horses

When the world practises Tao,
horses fertilize the fields.
When the world ignores Tao,
horses are bred for war.
The Tao Te Ching of Lao Tzu 

 Lest We Forget the Horses

Time speaks of history 
a vast and empty sadness 
washes over me 
watching old newsreels 
Highstepping horses, 
gentle eyes transformed in fear 
valiantly charging
under men that could not yield

Amid the noise of cannons
their beauty- gently haunting
Spirited, obedient, valiant
they charge over the
death-filled  battle-field 

Now the faded image shows
a glory past and gone
Yet we must remember them
And how their courage shone

Sides flecked with foam, obedient spirits,
so far from home, hoofbeats pound, 
crested necks, high dancing steps, 
with jingling bridles they rush as one, 
hearts bursting, falling in their stride,
somehow they know how desperate
 is this final, fatal charge

Faded film of ages gone
Lest we forget the horses
or the majesty of them
Lest we forget them
or the men who spurred them on 

In solemn re-enactment
we must remember them.

 Suzanne Delaney


Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2014

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Moving On

All around me
Beautiful words flicker
Candle flame bright
Dancing on the tip of a wick
Encompasing me in a soft glow

Forever cascades past yesterday
Gathering my thoughts
Hope drips eternal
I think of who you were
Jesus holds you now

Kiss the face of God for me
Languish in a greater Love
Memories will console me for a while
Now is a time to celebrate you
Open hearts are so rare

Peace was always your prosperity
Questions did not always require answers
Rest from a life well lived
Smile your glorious smile
Time is of no consequence

Use your forever well
Victory lives beyond an empty vessel
Wisdom flowed easily from you
X really did mark the spot
Yesterday was not the end of you
Z to A, A to Z, last stop eternity


Dedicated to Bob.



Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2014

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True Measure of a Man

Ask not how did he die
But how did he live,
Not how did he fall
But how did he rise;

Ask not what did he gain
But what did he give,
Not how many
records did he break
But how many
hearts did he mend;

Ask not what was his church
Nor what was his creed,
But did he help the one in need,
Did he care to wipe a tear
And offer a word of cheer,
Did he bring back the smile
And rekindle the spirit meanwhile;

Did he walk
on the path of God
And did not falter
to call His name aloud;

The true measure of a man:
What he is,
Not what he has,
Nor what did his eulogy say,
But how many felt sad
when he passed away?


~Didactic poem contest by Regina Riddle
~11/28/2014


Copyright © Abdul Malik | Year Posted 2014

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Under the Tall Trees

Of dust, of dirt;
suspended, lost, remarkable.

Of no merit;
forgotten, under the tall trees.

And bury him;
No accurate history serves.

Under cross;
buried in sand,
buried in dirt.

His face will carry forth,
past this miserable state.

To birth,
to die;
forth not.

Behold;
of man, 
of earth.

Of dust, of dirt;
suspended, found, 
frozen in time.


Copyright © Adam Lefaivre | Year Posted 2013

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I Am So Tired

I am tired of counting the red dwarf stars in the Milky Way.
I am tired of counting the 7 years of grain in Pharaoh's silos.
I am tired of counting the steps to the sacrificial altar of the Chichén Itzá pyramid.
I am tired of counting the people swallowed by the Antioch earthquakes of 115 & 526.
I am tired of counting the victims of the 1737 & 1839 India cyclones.
I am tired of counting the departed from the Influenza Epidemic of 1918.
I am tired of counting the death toll of the 1931 China floods.
I am tired of counting the total military and civilian casualties of WWI and WWII.
I am tired of counting the number of Jews killed at Auschwitz, Belzec and Majdanek.
I am tired of counting the drowned in the 2004 Indian Ocean Tsunami.
I am tired of counting the biomass of plankton in the Great Pacific Garbage Patch.
I am tired of counting the needles on the Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center
I am tired of counting the cracked and dirty windows at Riker's Island prison.
I am tired of counting down the clock until the our Sun becomes a red giant and dies.

God help me! I can't sleep. I can't sleep. I can't sleep...
I'm immortal. I have OCD. I'm so tired of counting sheep.


Copyright © Beryl Dov | Year Posted 2013

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Skeleton

The skeleton

On the day you were born
I have bestowed upon you
We will spend together a lifetime
Without me inside you compare to glue
Like the cockroach who always hides
I can only be found deep inside the skin
I am not the one you find in the closet
I am the one in a sack of bones

Created from the dust
While your other half, given life from your ribs
The man always returns to the dirt he is
The women remain in the coffin, she made for us
The Apple Eve shared with Adam
Doomed us to die  from the start
From the snake came nothing good
Just a battle of evil in our hearts
A piece of skeleton from Adams rib
A rib from Adam he made Eve
Eve in form of a skeleton, with a breath 
Our bones will never unite in heaven
That is the price for Eve's deceive
She gave up our human paradise
Hiding in each and every one of us
Until the day we die
Adam will return as dust
While Eve stays to show death comes to us all!

The spirit and soul left us for eternity
As I remain where you last laid, your body rots away
You slowly depart, leaving me behind
You are going to the other world
While I remain in this box
        SKELETON
Never to see each other again

          4-1-10


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2010

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YOU NEVER DIED

O Leader!, O Saviour! , O Braveheart!
Words went so sparse, in your praise
To Thank You, paint you an emblazon.
Galvanised is the nations skeleton now
We dare to fight, we dare to grapple.
There is no hawk on prowl, no one a maim 
You kindled the fire,  darkness burned
We enjoy the blue sky with dazzling sun

You were the Candle, you were the light
You were the ark, you swept the dark.
Courage is synonymous with your name 
Voice to, dumb by the oppression
An ear to the deaf, whose ears fear.
Shadowy  wings to the brood you gave
To outbrave the deserts of despondence
We learnt to crawl seeing you ahead.

Now I don’t dare to say, you left
You left us Dear Leader, they say
I feel all papers lie, all news is fake
I see, masses weep, wailing so deep
My hands shivered holding my pen
Crying for the lone cry in the wilderness
I, let not my tears roll out of eyeballs
Better seep in heart, nourish your love.

Your never died, and you never will
You live in the living of one and all.

© 30/09/2014
Malik Yaseen

 In loving memory of my beloved Leader and religious scholar Molvi Iftikhar Hussain Ansari (Kashmir, India), who left this abode today for a divine and eternal journey.


Copyright © Malik Yaseen | Year Posted 2014

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Measure for Measure

An eye for an eye
Soon the world was blind
A place full of misery 
Not one person was kind

People chose to get even
They believed in blow for blow
The bodies all stacked up
Corpses laid in a row

Forgiveness not heard of
Or the first going last
Antiquated ideas
Remnants of the past

Measure for measure
Cruel justice ruled the day
Each and every person
Had a debt to pay

The Bibles all burned
No saints could be found
The lovers of peace
All hidden underground 

They waited their time
Those on the surface died
The keys to the cities
From dead fingers pried

"Blessed are the peace keepers"
They inherited the Earth
The past not the future
We witness new birth


For Dr. Ram's Measure for Measure Contest




Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2014

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Rhyming's Blase

I have gathered you here today,
to mourn rhyming poetry’s death.
For modern poets think it's too blasé,
regardless its rhythm or depth.

Lyrical literature’s cliché,
although it's been regaled for years.
For now there’s a different way
of expressing your fears and tears.

Locked in the dusty pages of time,
rhyme died when the critics shunned it.
And its once clear, distinctive chime, 
was stripped of its rapier wit.  

Beloved although missed by few,
it has slipped into history.
Yet, on hearing what rhyme can do,
its death remains a mystery. 

It's been laid to rest by free style,
lift your pens and bid it adieu! 
Yet, visit it once in a while,
to help keep its legacy true.


Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

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Lament Of My Life

Lament of My Life Contest Sponsor: Casarah Nance ~My Bereaving Eulogy~ Time seemed to pass so much faster than I expected, All the love, loss, passion and things I have neglected. How many times have I lost a special loved one? Well, now I am the loss, I'm so delicate and young. Thirty five years of the clock ticking towards my end, I hardly had any time to catch up and make amends. I was born into a family full of love so passionate, strong mother and father, siblings so affectionate. At times as a sweet little girl I was scared to look in my mirror, too scared to see disappointment in conjunction with my fear. Times of broken hearts and left alone, never to feel peace fully, friends left and at times was attacked by bullies. Most of the time I was full of daisies and sweet honey, I was content and silly, joyful and pretty funny. I was raised with love, beauty and constant protection, with my mom I have always had a deep inner connection. Bonded by blood was I, with my brother and two sisters, siblings so potent, conflict and resentment was never considered. Wedding bells rang and the honeymoon came and left, many years I lived with a curse of feeling anxious and depressed. But my husband, sweet Nicholas, saved me from my damnation, so in love with his wife, who felt I didn't deserve condemnation. Then there she was my soul saving wonder, a petite seven pounds, my ravishing sweetheart, a wrinkly face with big doe eyes so brown. In my twenties is when I almost died from my addiction, I was defeated and abruptly damaged with out jurisdiction. Death should've been seeping right through the walls of my soul, My body took a tole, out of control, and yearned to become whole. I have the Lord to thank for my bravery and recuperation, I'll never know why He chose to save me from elimination. The older I grew the more wisdom I seemed to gain, I threw out all the jealousy, regret and constant blame. Back on December thirty-first of two thousand and ten, my big sister died tragically and I lost my best friend. The horror of our last goodbye still haunts me every night, why would she take her life and give up up on her fight? My inner essence was shattered and my joy found regret, I never gave my soul a chance to heal, time to reflect. But the next five years was full of soul-savoring moments, I had an opportunity for growth, sapience and atonement. When I died, the loss of me, destroyed everyone I knew, funny how I hadn't realized how much their love for me grew.... I was chosen to be born into a warm family. Devoted mother and father with more than enough love and peaceful joy to go around. But my personal deprivation caused my fork in the road to veer off and create my own twisted global destiny. What was my destiny anyways? My destiny was to nurture my loved ones and keep my heart safe from the damage of what could've become my daily struggle. I was born to be a daughter, sister wife and mother.... When did I get so lost in the madness of separating good from regret, and distinguishing my happiness and my lower class confidence? None of that matters anymore...what is important is the legacy I left behind is in my daughters eyes and in her smile. She will always carry my sensitive nature in her tiny ten year old soul. My husband loved me so much more than I can have ever imagined. I know this for a fact. How do I know? Well, being with someone for twenty years is enough proof. Regardless of consequences and in spite of wrong doings, I always needed more. “More what?”, I wondered. I longed for the satisfaction in my core that only me and me alone could provide. My sorrow from losses beyond my control has flipped upside down and now I am the loss for others. Their sorrow is unbearable. I can barely shine down upon them because my empathy knows what it's like to lose such an important person in my life. Now more than ever, I realize my importance in the world. I was born to love freely, and I died being loved and needed... loss can break our hearts life was my constant blessing grieve, but see me smile be sad, not for long empathy can shine beyond death can be a gift ~Date Written: March 8, 2016~


Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016

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Ending Thoughts

Staring up at the clear sky so blue Time is sliping away with my thoughts Wondering when my life may be through With each moment of life I've lost The world out there all around me Prevents my thoughts from keeping up with my sight It's a world out there that no others can see As my day fades away into the night I see faith in the lives of a choice select few Others living their lives at all costs The ones with faith in their hearts usually holding true The ones filled with greedy desire, always seem to get lost Don't cry for me when it's my time to leave As life for me has finely come to an end Share a smile for me, instead of tears when you grieve And rest my ashes next to the words that I've penned
Dan Kearley:10-24-11


Copyright © Dan Kearley | Year Posted 2011

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I Slipped on a Teardrop - Contest

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I slipped on a teardrop and landed in a laugh...

Who knew my tragic ending would have a happy half?

Please chuckle at my funeral and make my epitaph:

"I slipped on a teardrop and landed in a laugh"

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Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2016

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POET IN A POOL OF LOVE

Poet in a Pool of Love
...... For You Ajinle

A
jin
le

When my yearning becomes a letter
Of love inside the dust of time
This lyric will deliver my affection to you
Ajinle the precious daughter of Adegboye
For love is always love
For two dreaming hearts
When their hearts never departs each other
When the cloud of love erupt their minds.

Ajinle
Love is not for coward hearts
Love is not for fragile minds
When I thought how I love you in silence
My heart beat faster
My spirit linger through your undiscovers planet
I found myself in a pool of love

Ajinle
When my song becomes a melody of joy
It is because of you!
My poems are not for ragged - minds
But I will read dirge if you departs my life
Or, is their anything to compare with the absence of love?

A
jin
le,
Our love and present-shadow is a destiny of tomorrow
Though we are way-farers

By,
Ajeyemi Wasiu .A.
Note: Ajinle 'Yoruba linage for female'
          Adegboye: 'Royal name belong to monarch family'


Copyright © Ajeyemi Wasiu Ajewumi | Year Posted 2014

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ALAS, POOR LINDA

ALAS, POOR LINDA

Alas, poor Linda!  I knew her as PD,
a poet of infinite interest,
of most excellent insight.
She has borne the brunt of conflict
a thousand times, and now how abhorrent
her unannounced dismissal.

For we are not punished
for the sins committed
but for those “perceived”
by the keepers
of the gladiators graves.

So let us raise our bloodied shields,
raise riot on their wounded face
demand the King we raised to power
remove his foot from trampled flower.
Return to us her petaled voice
lest all be lessened by such loss.


John G. Lawless
5/4/2016





Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2016

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FEEDING THE YELLOW BIRDS

He came each day, when the sun showed noon,
Two heels in a plastic bag-
Thermos of hot tea
To have lunch and 
Read passages to the yellow birds-
Usually an hour, til they took flight.

But today the bench is unoccupied-
Empty, except for a plate of hardened ice,
Stuck smooth and tight on the iron,
and frozen sheets on the lath.

Yesterday his footprints showed-
They were longer than most, 
From shuffling feet and a small round circle
At the side, from the walking stick...
But now they are gone-
Covered by snow on the path.

The ducks look, and for awhile they wait,
Funny squawks and squeaks in their throats,
Heads bobbing with each step of feet,
Perhaps the only ones to notice the empty bench.

Strange, they have not flown south yet,
As their pond is nothing but a white icedrome.
Perhaps they were waiting for their
Friend to go first, and now that
he has gone, they will soon take flight.

He walks spry in a gentler land,
Beard no longer gray,
Sitting warm- no aches or pains,
Face with no creased lines...
Feeding the yellow birds 
on a silver pond each day at noon.


Copyright © Dana Young | Year Posted 2016

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Remember Me Memorial Day Tribute 2015

Remember Me

Memorial Day Tribute 2015

A soldier gives his life in battle his spirit is set free.
His body finds a grave his soul cries remember me.
Remembering this moment that I first met my doom.
Remember me, a baby forming in my mothers womb.

Remembering first steps I took remember times I fell.
Recall my dreams of heaven and each moment spent in hell.
Remember mountains that I faced before I answered duty's call.
Climbing trees and skinned up knees I dreamed I'd climb them all.

Remember times of courage lessons learned and lessons taught.
Remember me for good times before my last fight was fought.
Remembering your freedom and that freedom don't come free.
I ask so little in return when asking you remember me.

Not a body in a grave somewhere, a wooden cross stuck in the dirt.
A sister or a brother too with U.S.A. stitched on my shirt.
Remember so it's not in vain the life that now is through.
Remembering the blood that spilled still runs red white and blue.

Edwin C Hofert


Copyright © Edwin Hofert | Year Posted 2015