Long Eulogy Poems
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Let me tell it one more time,
When one more chance I see your smile.
That days and months when you were gone.
My life was so emptied , no secs I didn't cry.
My heart is bleeding, can barely beat.
Since you've left me here in empty space.
But when I see you again,I'll tell you this.
I love each day we were laughing,
When we argue and fall asleep, crossed-legs.
I love it when you brush my hair with those fingertips.
Down to my neck, a gently softest kiss.
Then we both lie barely naked wrapped with wild embrace.
I remember one day beside the beach.
You put a ring in my finger, and teardrops fell down my cheeks.
You're the sweetest person at that moment ,
Then you knelt down and took my hand.
I wore the promise of endless love,I believed in forever.
One rainy night , we argued too bad.
You left and ride in your car ,the last time I saw my guy.
When I woke up in the morning, I almost have to die.
I see your face in every news, you're such a superstar.
Wish that I could see you again, for once.
To tell you , I love you ,that forever you're mine.
Brothers have a bond that cannot be broken,
a shared love and respect, no need to be spoken.
It is felt between siblings and friends made along the way,
when they are called up to heaven, we look up and pray.
He lived a good life, we pray to you with hands upon our chest,
Lord Jesus, we ask. "Welcome our brother into heaven for eternal rest."
Know one thing, you will remain in our hearts and mind,
until we are reunited with you, a brother who was thoughtful and kind.
When Philip wed his princess bride
He wed her nation too
And very soon as man and wife
They had a job to do
He the one who, proud and tall
An ever present castle wall
She the one who led the way
A hero’s lifelong duty call
But has she reigned o’er this, our land
Supported by his unseen hand
In her own words it has been so
But she’ll stand firm and let him go
And when she must she’ll find a smile
For he’ll be with her all the while.
Seven decades wore his ring
Time enough to call him King
But should the cretins win the day
And we do things the other way
And egotists with plastic wives
Race the race to rule our lives
Not duty, service, nor devotion
More a case of self promotion
No B-lister ever will
Fill the shoes of good ‘King’ Phil
Ok then
Ever so desperately needy seeking attention
I'll give you exactly
14 Minutes and 59 Seconds
Beginning from now
Then I want spotlight directly back on me
It's s mine all mine
You hear me , I will have you know
I am the actual real true shinning star
And that is why I am always permanently
on show as it can't go ahead without me
Because there is no 1 in this world quite
like me
So hush and settle down please my multiple
award winning live in person 1 man show is
shortly about to begin
Whilst outside the ticket seller cries
Tickets , Tickets anyone want some free
tickets any seat's you wish or want in the
Theater to see
DELUSIONAL
1 poor misguided souls version or
unwanted belief In their own
self importance
A Simple Story
Little child finds upon a heap of rubbish
Favored threadbare rabbit of tawny velveteen
One eye missing
Cloth rubbed to shiny by little hands.
Beloved bunny,
Shopworn keepsake from babyhood,
Languishing in forgotten jungles of junk,
Broken teacups and outgrown sweaters.
Heartbroken child, with faithful love,
Cradles one last time this life companion
To kiss goodbye this forever friend
In a eulogy of tears and turns to leave.
Love works miracles
From the rubbish arises a living bunny
Bulging stuffing and missing eye repaired
Now hugged again in arms of delight.
Golden bunny of dappled coat
Lives in colorful clusters of carrots
Straight radish rows and leafy greens
Planted by the small child’s hands that
Remember…
3-21-23
Contest: A Simple Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Lawless
Based on the children’s book – The Velveteen Rabbit
Call it a requiem, dirge or elegy,
Lament, funeral song of eulogy,
On failing, dying light and last hurrah,
Maybe the last polite vah vah!
Once, a focal point of a family,
A device that brought it close together,
That not ere long a radio used to be,
Family fulcrum, pivot or tether!
Ere, youngsters were hooked to open-air games,
Later on replaced by digital ones
That made the able-bodied walking lames,
Each hooked on to a personal brand of funs.
Time was when the centre of gravity
Was food and frolics on a dining table,
That the Idiot Box had usurped; pity
That meal was munched with the fair served on cable!
One would recall, when ads for condoms came,
When sanitary naps ads became bold
In front of whole family, shorn of shame,
Children looked down on food plates, feeling cold.
Later on when times changed, unlike the old,
Children would look like: we-know-it-all-cool,
You were the prime piece of estate to hold,
You made, TV, an incredible pull.
The changing times then took a giant’s stride
When entertainment was no more social,
But more and more individual, personal,
You no more were, well, a newly-wed bride.
No doubt you too tried to be somewhat smart,
Yet, failed to compete with PCs and phones
That grew smarter, closer to users’ heart,
What can be done when changing times change tunes?
Today you’re far from your olden glory,
You try your hard to imitate smart phones,
Follow trodden treads, eyes tired and bleary,
O social outcast that house-corners owns!
Just one tap ah varied channels to change,
Enlarge a visual, or volume in mind,
One can command things of a varied range,
Alas, future does not seem to you so kind.
O pale shadow of your olden grandeur,
You no more are than a mere magnifier.
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Requiem |01.11.2021| elegy
Poet’s note: It may still be rather too early, but good old Idiot Box is on the way out. Here’s a requiem, maybe writ rather too early.
There is no truth within a lie,
looking at all the evidence denied,
the rhetoric of first and second amendment rights
seem hypocritical cries, when
those who spout the lie voice no honor or amends
claiming to be the populaces best friend
yet, redacting their very choice
and suppressing their inner voice.
Democracy may soon be dying
pushed down and buried by all the denying lying
denouncing anyone who fails to go
with the party flow
and like a comedy tv show
they willingly follow the ridiculous and outrageous lies
incapable of ever acknowledging why
America once raised truth, justice and equality cries.
The Mother Tree
Connie Marcum Wong a lady who graced us like warm trade winds in “A Quiet Place.” A lady who loved “The Hint of Autumn” even in a tropical paradise. A lady who reveled in “Lavender Skies” and “Cosmic Creations” and through “Star Ships” saw the “Enchanted Earth” always looking up to see the fullness of the shining “Night Light” through her tears.
Connie, whose name means steadfast, was a steadfast presence, a lady of faith even in unimaginable grief, who has stepped into the eternal “Sunrays Warmth” enfolded in “Your Tender Loving Embrace.” Her constant supportive heart vanquished darkness – this lady who inspired the Aloha spirit, deeply loved her husband, her family, poetry, Chopin, the stars, and her friends and we were “Starstruck” at her beauty and grace. She was “The Mother Tree” now rejoicing with the “Morning Star” in “Heaven’s Realms” of glory.
Her “Starlight” will never fade – a north star on horseback! Godspeed dear friend on your “Heavenly Ride.”
Mahalo Lord for the gift of Connie.
9-29-22
Contest: Short Connie Tributes
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
There is a castle standing still.
Where blood was shed
to protect our free will.
When foreign foes
dared trespass,
we kicked their ass.
There is castle standing still.
Where wine flowed free
and pigs were killed.
To celebrate our victory.
Music and dance all night long.
Loud bursts of song.
There is a castle standing still.
Named Dun na nGall.
Where Maeve was thrilled
to wed the high chief Fegal.
Ulster and Connacht
united as one.
Slan agus beannacht.
There is a castle standing still.
Not derelict or overgrown.
Where visitors can mill.
See steps worn down
by passing feet.
Soldiers on the beat.
Forever now asleep.
What would your eulogy letter say?
The Eulogy Letter
Although I leave
Behind
So many to grieve
Please don't cry
For I have loved my beautiful life
And have no fear to die
For through faith
I know
Angels with bright wings
With turtle-doves
That sing
Will find me
To guide me
Beyond the clouds of this world's largest sky
Way past Saturn Rings
For my heart is clear
And filled with all the wonderful things
I hold dear
Like you all
My family and friends
So hold on to your sad tears
This is not the end
For I have danced hand in hand with love
In the early morning rain
And sunshine
Savored its sweet taste and pain
In my beating chest as my heart pined
Kissed and fought
For peace
For the oppressed
With all the many buttons
I could find
To press
So of me do not cry
For fear of death
No fear
Have I
For my God
Now waits for me
Smiling
Beaming
In the shadows
By the silver gates
In the eternal green redeeming meadows
So take this
As my final kiss
Goodbye
My eulogy letter
For remember
When you hear this
Trust me
Good friends and true love
Never die
And knowing
Loving and seeing
You all
Has been my utmost pleasure
And I can only hope and pray
You'll keep doing your best in some way
Therefore, in closing
Good night and
God bless
Remember me
Just another loved one
Walking to find their salvation
In the Holy Sea
(C)
Copyright John Duffy