Victor Buhagiar Poet Rhyme

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My Last Farewell

I write upon a marble, so ebony black
It is hard to begin my heart in tears
My nib is fine, the ink golden.
People must stop to see
For now my life is worthless, as her life is spent
By a reckless mad driver, more half drunk .

As I write on marble, I think I'll kill that punk.
Maybe I can find some rifle or rent
A grim weapon to kill that flea.
Need to be embolden
Steel myself, be full of courage, face full of glares.
It's the only way to be back on track..

But I know I'll not do it, her ghost will be back.
I will spend my whole life in weary years
The nib works fine, its style olden
So beautiful and free
Our story I expose and I only repent.
I kneel down and pray till the sun has sunk.


1 February 2021

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My Invented Form - I Write Upon Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France

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Valsa George February 21, 2022 at 12:54 AM I can sense the intense pain you experience, your bewilderment at the loss and your sense of indignation. But like a good Christian you decide to forgive and instead of stabbing the offender, fall on your knees and pray ! Lofty sentiments, dear Victor !

Alexis Y. February 15, 2021 at 10:07 AM Hi Victor, I’m just coming back to say congratulations on your 1st place win. Have a wonderful day:-) Alexis

Constance La France February 15, 2021 at 9:16 AM Victor, congratulations on your win in my contest, I Write Upon, using my Invented Form, your poem is excellent _Constance

Eve Roper February 14, 2021 at 11:05 PM Back with big congratulations on your win. Hugs Eve

Eve Roper February 3, 2021 at 10:58 PM Victor, so sad. Well written, Constance will love it. Hugs Eve

Alexis Y. February 3, 2021 at 9:56 AM Hi Victor, This is such a sad well-written write. I found it hard to read. Best wishes in the contest-Alexis

Angela Crabtree February 2, 2021 at 9:13 AM A sad story, Victor :(

Evelyn Judy Buehler February 1, 2021 at 6:46 PM You have done an outstanding job with this invented form, Victor. The sadness and grief expressed in these lines are palpable. I easily can see you winning this contest. :)

Andrea Dietrich February 1, 2021 at 4:21 PM a most interesting approach, Victor. I see you are actually writing for contests now and I am glad you are doing that!

Anitha Jayasankar February 1, 2021 at 9:49 AM You have done this so well Victor, so emotional and sad. Best wishes in the contest. God bless ~ Ani

Vijay Pandit February 1, 2021 at 6:21 AM You write with tears in this emotive rendering, Victor. I marvel how easily you have mastered this new form. Sign, of course, of a talented poet. Kudos--I know you will win.

Sara Kendrick February 1, 2021 at 5:59 AM I can feel the pain in this one. I hope not your life but just a work maybe using close knowledge of someone who has gone through this event in their life. I can't imagine how painful that would be. Thanks for dropping by my page. Sara

Kim Rodrigues February 1, 2021 at 5:25 AM Oh yes, the bitter anger brought to the altar!

Akkina Downing February 1, 2021 at 5:25 AM A heartfelt write, Vic. My brother was ambushed in Texas last week and nearly die. Thank God he’s going to be okay but will take days before he can move and walk. So I know just that feeling of revenge. But I am trying to keep my emotions low and trust in the Lord to take of things... I enjoyed reading your beautiful and heartfelt poem... hugs

Tom Cunningham February 1, 2021 at 4:50 AM Quite a sad verse Victor, we all want revenge but is it the right way. Good luck in the contest Tom

Anne-Lise Andresen February 1, 2021 at 1:31 AM - A feeling that everything is hopeless, that there is nothing to enjoy - Thoughts of death and possible suicide ... a heartbreaking poem, Victor :( - hugs // Anne-Lise :)