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"A graveyard is the only place where all distictions are leveled and the rich and the poor rest together in peace".... By Poet
Though the sun had begun bleeding in the West With an explorer’s gait, I walked jumping over gutters My track, flanked with knee high grass and nettles Also, wild bushes of all kinds that grew in clusters Strange enough, my track ended in an open space Enclosed by cracked walls, now a forlorn territory There are raised mounds, overgrown with weeds I can easily make out, it is an ancient graveyard Hush… hush is the place, here no bird sings There is a mournful silence that deepens Through the weed grown path, no traveler walks The place, some morbid warning portends Vacancy alone greets my pensive eyes Here the wind sighs in silent sobs There is a muffled horror all around the place Even the leaves chant a sad refrain In these ancient graves sleep our forefathers Their toil and trouble ended on this earth They must have been perhaps heroes of the land No more are they part of world’s victory or strife Some graves are marked by crosses and head stones But most of them are nameless, worn out by the years We do not know how or when came their end Did they die in old age or die in their prime Or perish in a battle or struck by some pestilence However, their names are blotted out from life’s tome They have become inseparably one with the elements And they lie here motionless exuding a strange aura I stand with a heavy heart by these moss grown wrecks Thinking I too shall lie here once, devoid of all opulence Leaving all my hard-earned possessions behind Without a name, thoroughly forgotten by one and all. _____________________________ Feb.22.2023 Writing Challenge – G-Words poetry Contest Sponsor- Constance La France

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Date: 3/2/2023 12:18:00 AM
Valsa, like the image, the created quote and the poem. Congratulations on your Honorable Mention in my Writing Challenge - G Words, at the time of judging you had it labelled as Rhyme and it is not, blessings, Constance
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Date: 2/25/2023 11:44:00 AM
- Described as a very old graveyard ... many are unfortunately forgotten ... the whole family is dead - ... maybe some ghosts there ... a great poem, Valsa - Congratulations on your win in the contest :) - hugs
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Date: 2/24/2023 7:49:00 PM
"However, their names are blotted out from life’s tome They have become inseparably one with the elements And they lie here motionless exuding a strange aura" - This, indeed, is a great truth on a Graveyard. Beautifully written. Congratulations!
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Date: 2/24/2023 3:56:00 PM
It's so sad but true. They are the forgotten. Sad, old cemeteries remind how time flees. I loved your poem. Congratulations!
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Date: 2/24/2023 2:17:00 PM
Congratulations on your win. What a story/write. In the end all will make the "Graveyard" their new home. Have a great/blessed day writing away............................
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Date: 2/24/2023 1:04:00 PM
Back with congratulations on your contest win, Valsa. Your poem is so deserving of such recognition.
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Date: 2/24/2023 7:40:00 AM
Everyone comes naked from their mother’s womb, and as everyone comes, so they depart. They take nothing from their toil that they can carry in their hands. Ecclesiastes 5:15 NIV Whoever sows to please their flesh, from the flesh will reap destruction; whoever sows to please the Spirit, from the Spirit will reap eternal life. Galatians 6:8 NIV Great inspiring poem, love it : )
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Date: 2/22/2023 6:55:00 PM
A grim tale with a growing terror in each stanza, Valsa. Nicely done! ~ Gershon
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Date: 2/22/2023 9:38:00 AM
We mark where are loved ones are. You made your mark with this poem. Love the lines: I stand with a heavy heart by these moss grown wrecks Thinking I too shall lie here once, devoid of all opulence
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Date: 2/22/2023 7:12:00 AM
Buried souls have no power now that they are dead. Sorrow abounds. Great poem. Best for a win.
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Date: 2/22/2023 7:04:00 AM
There is a muffled horror all around the place Even the leaves chant a sad refrain-So well described, Valsa! I heard the poignant voice of your poem throughout. Echoes of the perished resonate through your words. Win BIG!
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Date: 2/22/2023 6:58:00 AM
Valsa, your poetry is beautifully written and full of vivid imagery. They have always seemed like a peaceful sanctuary to me. It is the last gathering place of those who have passed away and are no longer with us.
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Date: 2/22/2023 3:23:00 AM
Very descriptive, Valsa:) Constance will like this:)
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Date: 2/22/2023 1:50:00 AM
I always find them a tranquil place Valsa, the resting place of loved ones who have gone from us. Good luck in the contest, hope your week is going well. Tom
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