Chanting to Him fills me with a serenity
That empowers me to change my reality.
I was chasing my worldly desires for so long,
But I realize in me is all I desired all along.
Praying to Him always leaves me smiling
While clearing my mind through reflecting.
I was praying for a better life for years.
Nowadays I can live life without my old fears.
Praising Him for all my blessings in disguise,
For I learned what the Truth is from the lies.
I realized my worth and walked away.
I now love a man who is like Shiva in a way.
Chanting to Him banishes guilt for my sins,
For I know through Him, love always wins.
In Shiva's serenity, I finally found victory
Over all of that which was hurting me.
The sun rose that September morn, brightly dim.
The moon waned with tears in the shadow of Muhammad.
Stars scarred by footprints, heavy,
as Allah made the descent,
wings seared from the heat of hate,
hitching rides on freedom flights,
Almighty power clothed butchery of innocents.
What idol worship can move the soul to cogitate
that crumbling skyscrapers thrust so deep
would anesthetize a slumbering giant?
Awaken, arise like the billowing dust permeating blue sky,
ascending to heaven with supplication men dare pray
in places children dare not.
Dawn’s chaste early light reconciles blue-crimson white
with the Ancient of Days’ incarnate flow,
cleansing all unrighteousness,
providing hope of our salvation.
Revenge is Mine.
Justice is ours.
Godspeed.
Let’s roll.
Copyright © 2001 by Mickey Grubb
With your silent melody,
There’s no day like you
Quite like Christmas, splendidly
You reign supreme in what you do,
Reminding us of easy peace
Of time, solemn and gentle to the tune
Of fork and knife on plates of geese
After the church bell had rung at noon.
So sorry Charlie, that your gone, my heart tells me you are even stronger now, like the force of light you are shining bright in our heart and mind.
That you are now part of the bigger force of God, that moves all around like the sun and moon.
That your life was so well done, that God chose you to come home, he put his arms around you and said Well done Charlie.
Your life was so amazing, you inspired so many for God, you gave love and kindness to all.
We love and miss you so much, we are praying for all your loved ones.
I am remembering Jesus’s life and how short it was, yet today we remember him so well, like Jesus we will never forget you, we will honor all of your life’s works.
Many hated Jesus and killed him, but he lives on, making a path for all of us to follow home. Charlie you did the same, you light a path that is so bright all the world can see the light.
Death is not the end, as Jesus told us, it is only the beginning of our true life. Charlie you light a path for all the world, and today and forever we will hold all your words close to our heart.
Lifting Prayers to God, today and always.
A gentleman I know
who’s held in high esteem
left this world two days ago
smiling softly in a dream
His tombstone bore the words below:
‘Ended life as he began
Never uttered an unkind word
about his fellow man’
you're my yin and yang
you're strong when you need to be
you're gentle when it counts
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Leaning towards the pride of Hoboken,
I learned to listen with both ears —
And my wandering soul—
Whose cellar harbours old kegs of sweet
Songs that warm the spirits and embolden one
With just one hum of that pleasantly unique voice,
So frank and euphonious
That I crave love.
I hate to chortle at the sound of broken laughter,
Just like I refrain from weeping when dancing smoke fills my eyes . . .
But when dogs mourn alone,
I chafe my hands with the cold of tears of solitude.
Monuments and cairns I crave among the icy
Terrains, where dogs’ paws leave eternal marks —
The print-marks of an important visit,
Evidence of life on desiccated earth.
On board The Fram they sailed majestically
In the beginning,
Before joining a steam of blizzards they escaped from,
Returning home, northwards, gelid and depressing,
For a funeral of dogs,
The ceremony of age,
Attended largely by silent yaps of strayed thunder.
A demonness turned disciple of a goddess,
Born in a form to show my true prowess
As well as learning to embrace my darkness.
I too am evolving into a cosmic enchantress.
You've walked a long walk
It's time to sit back.
The journey's rough and tough
Thorns and thistles laid bare.
Your feet bleed and crack;
But you walk through the boulder.
Scorned on all sides
You heed them no more.
Sorrows, heartache etched
Within you, broken and shattered
But you built us home;
of love and wisdom to dwell.
Like a sculptor and a painter,
You chipped out the rough edges
Then painted a canvas,
Bright and beautiful.
You shed tears in rain,
Kissed the mud in pain.
Worn were your clothes,
Different patches stitch in,
Then burry the shame behind
To made us stand tall.
You've walked a long walk,
It's on us to shoulder your load;
A traveller, you'll see the world:
Beauties you've missed,
Clothe in majestic sapphire.
No one shall scorn you now,
We'll shield you.
Our house is made,
Our home is built
Our life shall shine.
Love so devine
You'd instilled within us
We'll nurture till we grow old.
"Love, understanding and unity",
Our precepts, shall live on.
Together with love'll shine,
Till we bow our head.
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A lanterne is a five line quintain verse shaped like a Japanese lantern with a syllabic pattern of one, two, three, four, one.Each line able to stand on its own, and the poem may or may not have a title which sometimes forms an integral part as a 6th line
#1
Black,
yellow,
brown, or white--
partitions skin
deep.
#2 WATER MEADOWS
rush
and sedge
hide shady
ponds--teeming
with
life
#3
by
the stream
so shallow,
weeps a willow
tree.
#4 DAYSTAR
dawn
tinges
the bleak sky--
hope enlightens
all
#5
a
sea mist
rolls inshore---
daydreams deluge
me
#6 BIRDSONG
lost
in the
soft mist of
a September
dawn
#7 EQUINOX
Rain
droped leaves,
spotted gold--
scatter in the
wind
#8 MONA LISA
Her
gaze and
smile followed
his every
step
#9
bells
tolling
on the wind--
old memories
die
#10
a
dry rock--
out of the
white water of
life
#11 HIGH RISE
Thin
spires
in the breeze---
tasselled teasels
touch
Lanterne #12
Faint
May breeze----
in the trees
ripples shaded
green
.
yes i did
mine eyne follow'd that drip
down hern
naykid length
yess
naykid
in thuh buff
thuh sun loving her canvas
that drip's glister
amplified
az down it
slid slowly
ride’n her
pink
drip
The tetractys poetic form was devised by the late Ray Stebbing as a grammatical 20 syllable verse of 5 lines.Syllable sequence 1,2,3,4 & 10.Each line to stand on its own,as in my example Ichthys below.The challenge is to express a complete thought,profound or comic,witty or wise within the 20 syllables.The tetractys can be doubled or inverted.
ICHTHYS
White
blossom,
a welcome
springtime emblem,
the foretaste of succulent fruit to come.
BLUE NUDE-Matisse
Her
figure
created
stark sensations,
aroused by the simple blue cut-out shapes
NATAL THERAPY
To
forget
those bygones
done and dusted,
lost,forgiven and now forever gone.
SHORT MEASURE
Eye
poems
displaying
a shapely form-
exempting audition from needless stress.
SUMMER BALL
Love
blossomed
suddenly
that evening
they met by chance,in the 'excuse me' dance.
RENEWAL
Rain
upon
frozen earth,
metamorphised,
now emerging as bluebells in the glade.
REVERIE
Way
beyond
bygone's reach,
ambitions lay
buried deep in his forgotten dreams.
Uncle Larry has been in a grumpy mood since he returned from Nam
Wears a perpetual permanent scowl on his face
his lips are always in a sarcastic style pout
He does this to keep people away
I hate people he says, which is not him at all
We nephews and nieces know better
this tough exterior with the leather jacket is a front
to keep people away, because he is a softie
he cannot say “no”; and it gets him into trouble.
He is always lending money to someone or giving them rides.
He has been taken advantage of time and time again.
This is why he wears this mean face, to protect himself.
It might work on strangers, but we live in a small town.
Everyone here knows the real Larry.
If you need anything, anytime, you will ask him first.
He is that kind of guy.
Specific Types of Tribute Poems
Definition | What is Tribute in Poetry?
Poems Related to Tribute
gratitude, memorial, gift, eulogy, appreciation, accolade, recognition, respect, honor, compliment, salvo, applause, commendation, citation, panegyric, encomium, offering, esteem, recommendation, salutation, acknowledgment, laudation,