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Details | Rhyme |
Bob had been a lonely man ever since
His wife of fifty years had passed.
“Lord, let me join her.” he would pray.
“Let this day be my last.”

Each day, he went to the cemetery,
Just a short walk down the street.
After their talk, he would water her flowers
And hear passers-by whisper, “How sweet.”

One gray and misty morning,
He had hoped for sunnier skies
To plant fall bloomers at her graveside;
But there, to his surprise…

Stood an old dog beside her stone;
Thin and dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as Bob approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as Bob planted flowers,
Carefully sniffing each one Bob put in place.
After the last one was planted, he sniffed it;
Then turned and licked Bob’s face.

Bob smiled. “I had a dog when I was young…
Pal…he was a mighty good one too.
So, if you don’t mind old fella,
That’s what I’ll call you.”

Pal may have been an old dog,
But he was smart and handsome in his way;
So they made a deal, Bob would give him a meal
And a bath, if he decided to stay.

Pal loved his bath, then rolled in the grass.
He slept on a blanket in the den.
In the night, he dragged it next to Bob’s bed. 
He intended to be Bob’s best friend.

Pal was such a good dog, housebroken too;
Never made a mess or got in trouble.
He knew about newspapers, slippers and Frisbees;
And when Bob called, he‘d come on the double.

Yes, Pal gave Bob’s life new purpose.
A special bond of friendship was cast.
And never again did Bob pray, 
“Lord, let this day be my last.”

For twelve years, the very best of friends,
Together night and day;
And so it was, until one evening,
Pal quietly passed away.

Bob held Pal in his arms and wept.
“Oh, Pal…my best friend…you saved my life.” 
He caressed Pal as he reminisced;
Then, sometime in the night, Bob joined his wife.

The next morning, an old woman,
Tears welling in her sad and lonely eyes,
Brought fresh flowers to her husband’s grave;
But there, to her surprise….

Stood an old dog beside the stone, 
Thin an dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as she approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as she took old flowers
And put fresh ones in their place. 
He carefully sniffed the fresh ones,
Then, turned and licked her face.

She smiled through her tears.  
“I had a dog when I was young...
A good one too.  His name was Pal.”

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric |
Dedicated to my Dad who lost his short battle w/ Colon Cancer on June 18,2013

I hate you Cancer
Your vile evil and cruel
You don't care who you hurt
I'll never forget that day
I'll always hate you for it

Your heartless Cancer
You took someone important from me
Someone important from others too
Took people who didn't belong to you
I hate you for it

You disgust me Cancer
You had no right to take him from me
He mattered more than my very own life
I hate you for taking my Daddy
I hate you for taking others too

I hate you with a passion Cancer
You took part of my heart with him
You took part of my soul that day too
I hate you for it
I hate you I hate you I hate you

I hate you with every fiber of my being 
Go back to Hell where you belong
I hate you, others hate you
Your not welcome or wanted here Cancer

I hate you more than his doctor's
I hate you more than God
I hope I get to witness that day
Witness the day you fall
And you will fall Cancer

You're gonna lose the battle one day Cancer
I'm gonna laugh and dance around your grave
You'll finally get what you deserve 
And you'll never be able to inflict your disease on another soul

Sabrina Niday Hansel

Placed 8th in Poet Destroyer A's  2013 "PINKTOBER" Contest

Please Support a Cure for Colon Cancer & every other type!

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
                              The Veteran and the young soldier

I have seen war inside out.
                                                       The war is something I barely know about.

I had to beat a man and watch him die.

                                                        Just loosing someone would be sheer horror. 

I shot a gun and thrown a grenade.
                                                        I can’t aim, my skill may not gain.

I fought in bullets.
                                            It’s my turn now I’ll answer the call and did not fall.

I have done my part and I have no regrets.
                                                         I can't back down now I'll do my best



Copyright © Brandon Woods | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ballade |
To the grave of a friend


(Behxhet Maqani was killed by Serb snipers on Christmas night of 24 December 1998. 18 hours my friend, had struggled with death under minus 18 degrees Celsius...He was dragged and his hands were full of soil…he was fighting with death, for his children and the Family... no one, no one had helped. Despite the closest houses were only the 500 m away)



Nobody gave a speech

It was cold

They knew me as alive again


You touched separation

Being still alive I couldn’t kiss the wound


Except your Angels

My great friend

I know you alive as my death



 From the book "The Lyrics of pain", 2003

Copyright © bekim tocani | Year Posted 2012

Details | Quintain (English) |
Front-line in depth of mortar
Whistling shells and screams of torture
Blood clott gurgles death bell tolls
Hell of pain in body enthralls
Danger rings apprehension stalls

Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
Alas there is no more confusion,
finally found my last conclusion.
Expect me as if Jesus will return,
from a ghost to a realm of concern.

Your dreams are portals like doors,
welcoming spirits into hasten wars.
Leaving the thoughts without trust,
keeping your fears in much disgust.

And though you sought no consequence,
deeds that confirm a wicked malevolence.
Awaiting in your nightmare of screams,
enjoy what is left amongst your dreams.

Copyright © Eternal Victor | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
Read the Bible and the words that are said. Times of trouble and tribulation are ahead! All one has to do is read the book of revelation. To read about this world and this nation! Days of wickedness and evil that abounds.. Shall very soon. Come “crashing to the ground!” For our sin, there’s a price that has been paid! Many have become sin’s servant and slave! Many will not escape God’s judgment and wrath! They’ve chosen the wrong direction and path! Right now... There’s a path and a way to “escape!” Please do it right now! Before it’s too late! The right path to take, is through Christ alone! He must be the lord of your heart and home! Jesus alone, can bring hope to your soul! He’ll never leave you! Is what he wants you to know! Times of trouble and uncertainty are well on their way! Christ can help you to overcome! He can do it TODAY! By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
My Sins – Zamreen Zarook

Oh God you are so gracious,
Am a guy who have done since in capacious,
At times I have being as a carnivorous,
But it charged ages to identify as dangerous.

Since are being committed behind the screen,
Even it started at my thirteen,
Mirrors used to say that I am evergreen,
Whereas my since were always unseen.

In enormous number I have executed,
But for every count, high privacy was aborted,
Simply because of your blessings we are bracketed,
If not, we are already being quoted.

Oh God, I understood your kindness,
Here after I won’t commit since in others absence,
However much chances I get to access,
I will always have heaven as my address.

Copyright © Zamreen Zarook | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |
flowers on Mom's grave
like a soft, sweet northbound kiss
Her Memory Etched....

Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
He laid there, warm and happy. Defeated as one, but successful as two.
A bullet hole straight through his chest. Another dark green uniform stained,
By the dark red liquid seeping through the torn fabric.
One hundred and one desperate young soldiers, laid to rest by the tip of his pistol.
A rifle jammed and abandoned just a mile away.
The last puff of smoked tobacco, freely evaporates into the broken spans of oxygen.
Fought for his family, his country, his land and our land.
Breached toward liberty, and founded it. At the tip of another’s Beretta M9…
This is America, America is you. America is he, she, and me. 
I am “The America”.
Open and free, to you, including me. I’ve held my guard, stood stiff and tall.
Fought hard, till this day, to wave “hello”, to the one race “individuals” every single day.
Wave back, or don’t wave at all, I’ll respect you as an American and not a flaw.
United or divided; we are one nation, that stands under religion, we are one nation.
Black, white, tall, or small, whatever it is, WE respect all.
Our flag does and will, stand to protect us all.

Copyright © Jerry Najera | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
In the heart of the deepest silence,
Where days and nights all colored black,
Laid the souls escaped from pestilence,
Never will death trace their tracks, 

Amor I loved, one of them, 
There laid in years fast asleep, 
Dust covered beauty once of fame, 
Still vivid it's color my heart has keep,
The lake of time is deep and calm,
And there she laid afloat like lily, 
As peace and stillness governs her presence,
Entangled in serenity of unconsciousness,
Yet even the eagerness of my longing,
Is amazed by the firmness of her courage,
While the days of my yearning are hurt and mourning, 
Hers is patient in waiting and waiting,  

Copyright © joselito asperin | Year Posted 2008

Details | Free verse |
Days and nights napping to sleep.
Night after night to day again, life is becoming shorter and shorter.
Day time naps seem to be getting longer and longer.
Naps so deep, they lay parallel next to only endless sleep.
Naps that protect from the bedbugs and welcome all sheep.
Naps so stuffed and suffocating, you won't even smell your favorite home cooked
Naps that are dominating and so in charge that they only give you permission to wake, 
   under strict circumstances of suffering caused by the urgent pressure to urinate.
Naps so dark and black they devour they're pitch rite from beneath home plate.
Naps so intimidating and scary that even a yawn will make you weep.
Naps so determined and dedicated, its only guarantee is to eventually transition into
   forever, permanent, endless sleep.
Nights and days napped to sleep.
Tony Dean Driskell


Copyright © Tony Driskell | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ode |
Here you silently rest unsung hero 
A granite stone on top of you
As a symbol of deference and dignity
With the words Rest in Peace.
Rest in peace indeed hero of mine!
You once walked amongst the living
Coming from a battle 
With aching wrists, stomach cramps and leaden feet,
And yet the world grinned at you with emptiness.

Yet, they sang songs loud and clear.
Songs of eternity about the same battle
Praising those who came back with 
Bleeding noses, cuts, bruises and black eyes.

Rest in peace, indeed.
You once came back from a marathon,
You were exhausted but still had your feet firm on the ground
And yet you were met with lifeless words.

Instead they sang songs of jubilation
To those who came back from the same marathon
With their chests panting like frogs and 
Sweat streaming all over their bodies.

And now!
Only now that you lay lifeless in the world of the silence
And the living finally has wax removed from their ears and eyes,
Are beginning to weave songs about you.
For they now know that you had the furnace of a tiger
You were the very light that lit for men and women
Walking in confusion in the jungle war.
You held an elephant’s tusks
Which provided paths for those who were lost
And kept them grounded.
You had the tenacity and strength of a lion
Which made you fight and fight…

Rest in Peace, indeed
Hero unsung.

Copyright © Mpho Kgaswane | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |
when you stand by your baby's grave and the breeze flows through your hair,
that’s your angel playing with other kids that are there, 
she whispers in the wind you only have to listen,
for she is not sad, 
she dances around your legs and sings, 
coz now she has wings, 
she stops only for a while, 
to look at the tears you have shed, 
she whispers in the wind, 
mummy and daddy, 
the tears you shed will soon disappear, 
the pain you feel will slowly ease away, 
for I am the quiver in your lip when your heart breaks, 
and I'm the tears that sit apron your cheeks, 
for I am with you, 
I am in your heart and when it skips a beat that's me giving it a squeeze, 
for you will never forget me, 
then she turns and starts to walk away and she hears her mummy say, 
you are everywhere I go, 
you are the breeze in the trees, 
a snow drop on my knee, 
you're the rain that’s falls on my head, 
you're the sun that’s rises and sets, 
you're the night, 
and maybe the moon, 
but most of all you was my baby that was taken to soon. 
she comes back quickly and looks up at her mum who was looking down, 
she believes that her mummy see her standing and makes eye contact when she frowned,
then daddy starts to say, my sweet angel, 
my heart is broken and I miss you dearly, 
just remember I love you sweetie, 
so go dance with the angels up above, 
bounce on the clouds and sleep on the stars, 
be my strength that gets me through my days, 
for your in my heart and thats where you will stay, 
her eyes filled with tears and then she replied, 
daddy you will always have me with you, 
for I have left my footprints on your heart, 
I will do has you said bounce on the cloud and sleep on the stars, 
the little angel moves in close and pulled at her parents hands,
she pulls them together so their holding hands,
her parents pulled each other into their arms and cries then and only then she turns starts to walk away opens her angel wings and fly’s away R.I.P

Copyright © Davina Browne | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
A tombstone stands amongst the rest
Neglected and alone

The name and date chiseled out
On polished marbled stone

It reaches our for someone to care
Is it too late to mourn

I did not know that you existed
You died before I was born

Our blood it connects us
Though we have never met

You are my long lost ancestor
Part of my genetic make up

The spot you filled many years ago
Now residing are the ones who live through you

We are all part of your story
A place etched in history

You will always be remembered and cherished
Because you are a great big part of me

Like branches of a mighty oak
They stretch out in many directions

But the only way they all connect
Is at the root, the heart of the tree

Copyright © Lisa Brannon | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
I dance upon you
and your spirit I lift
in to my heart.
I dance upon you all
I dance where I can
in between the headstones
on grasses of divan,
where once you’re feet laid
where your love ones
shed their last evanescent tear.
I dance through
the small hours of night
and the longest time of day,
I dance, I dance, I dance
this my humble homage to you all
you whom served your era well,
you made the masters
with your skill your energy,
you fought their bloody wars
your enterprise kept them rich
but only of an earthly kind.
Oh yes when I dance
I dance and I remember you all,
so to you that spread your seed
ever so well
to give another generation life,
I dance!!

© Harry J Horsman 2013  

Copyright © harry horsman | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Written  Upon A Visit To Shanksville After 9/11

                                               Citizenry Of The Soul

If I did not believe there was bad in us,
I would have told you so.

If I did not believe there was also good, there
I would have uttered the words.

The instant of man is suspended upon this. It
pivots upon it as if some jewel on a chain, as
if “the belonged.”

We travel down the gravel road together past
The cornfields, and there a peacock stands bewildered,
by a barn, with eyes like a human being.

Up further are three golden feathered roosters with
blood red combs and, a ram with majestic horns.
Still, further is a reindeer, who hides his oddness in
the shadows.

On the ridge above are the horsemen. The horses are
Pale and beautiful and the sky above is “laid
open” and wondrous.

We travel further and, we reach the field of ghosts,
one single flag in the middle of the green grass.

We sit and wonder at mankind, at the struggle that
ensued there above that field to preserve humanity.
We imagine the plummet of the metal hull to the soil.

The purer of soul come everyday and sit and look out
upon the single flag, look upon the single truth.
The mud clings to their feet.

There is no wind above here or below. But, the currents
of air have odd faces and hands, they make unfinished 
turns and curves. They ring bells on plaques.

And, caress chimes, flutter ribbons.
We see the brighter souls.
We know they are this wind we feel brushing our 
arms strong – even in their going.

Copyright © Romella Kitchens | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Alone I can’t do
Mutually we can
Me and you real friends
Me and you not enemy
But my friend know
Prepare my grave

I saw you very far I swore to follow your way
My father forbade my choice
My mother and all my clan
Lamented Mkude you gona die!

My heart refused their will
My hears denied to snoop
And my tongue spoke to them
That never shall we break up
So my friend know prepare my grave

Dig the grave deep
For death will follow soon
Choose a good coffin
Put my body in
Don’t forget the cross
A sign of God’s people
Place doesn't matter
Wherever plunk me
So my friend know
Train my grave

Copyright © Lucas Mkude | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |
Confoundly forward marches the soldiers bravely twords the war
 On going is the beat of the drum that leads these men 
To where the single trumpet plays a rebeling score 
 A battle ground where battles implore gore, the grapheties of war 
The generals encharge more, once again obeastities twords the poor 
 This includes those enchored, the entangled, the ignored 
War, it's so upstrangled, oh and I disincluded those forced 
 So have I yet struck a displaced chord, should I this poem abort 

Caught between the memories, the struggle just to make it through
 An empty wide open, and the millions of motions which gracefully do
Fought where theres freedom, brought here just for you
 Those feelings make you an empty crew, fight it, don't get blue

Because now in this silience it's just me and you
 Nothing more left here that will ever be new
I walked ten miles tonight
 Attention diverted arms draw up tight
I surrenered the time 
 To get the answers right
The question forever there remains the same
 I am no longer there, your to blame
Spinning circles emotions bringing forth the cause
 I felt the whole world open putting that time on pause

The dawn begins at zero hour
The canyons flames burn at its blistering bowels
The range is now a burning ridge
My thoughts are now only a burning bridge
My eyes feel so empty without you in by my side
It hurts so much the whole crew got caught in the fight
With unswept memories I only stir though the night
I've wept, I've prayed, and then I cried
Searching for an answers of why you died

Copyright © Courtney Courtney | Year Posted 2013

Details | Narrative |
My heart is beating once again!
Call Archimedes from his grave so we may celebrate!
Eureka! I found it again!
My heart’s pain has gone away!
My life’s darkness has lifted away!
Stark in the middle of the wilderness I have regained the way!
Oh! How beautiful it is to see and feel me back on my way!

Eureka! I found it again!
Call Archimedes from his grave so we may celebrate again!
Writing literature in my dreams,
While praying for success in my sleep!
Writing poems in my head while strolling ahead!
Painting masterpieces in my head while bathing at midday!
Seeing tomorrow today while it’s still too much work away!
Oh! How beautiful it is to see and feel me back on my way!

Copyright © Wiseton Prins | Year Posted 2011

Details | ABC |
When the ghost of a fallen hero comes
When the bagpipes play the sweet sound
The hero paid in blood
Honor and bravery
Fallen but never forgotten
Folded flags and orphaned babies
Saved by grace
The memory and love will last forever
Stars and stripes waving beside a marble rock
Tear drops don't fall from heaven
But the sun does shine down on bronze
Do they play the pipes and drums
On the golden streets above?

Jaymz Whyte

Copyright © Jaymz Whyte | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

It’s because of Jesus, that I’m here today!
I will serve him!  All of my days!

It’s because of his mercy, 
and love so sweet…
That I can lay all of my worries
 at his feet!

It’s because of the times
 he’s helped me…
He did this, because
 he loves me!

It’s because of his firm and guiding hand…
Everything I go through…  
He understands!

It’s because of all this and so much more…
It’s him that I praise, 
worship and adore!

This same Jesus is also here to YOU!
Won’t you receive him? 
 What will you do?

By Jim Pemberton    07/29/13

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Bio |
Is it easy to say that today
I make way
For what lies ahead
Not looking back 
No regrets, and with that said
I open myself to a new hope
Where one can move on
From this pain and anguishe
Not to be mistaken 
But distinguish
Of never forgetting
Mearly letting the memory live on
Hold dear but not hold on
To how it felt when he was here
To see no life
A mother's worse nightmare
Healing in the process
The stages are endless
Fighting between staying alive and giving into restlessness
She could only think
He is right by her side smiling
But untill her time she will forever be crying
Then the tears start to dry
Take the lows and the highs
Things forever changed
But she will be okay
You hear me while i pray
A new hope is comming her way
Is it easy to say that today
I will celebrate in your concrete parade
Don't worry baby 
We're gonna be okay
I love you today and everyday

Copyright © Lesa Donaghy | Year Posted 2016

Details | Limerick |
Politicians laud praise and beam
About our heroes’ gift extreme
Oh-so-young they died!! 
But the dream they’ve denied
Is no more war as this day's theme    

Author's Note: I heard a lot of homage, but nothing that makes me believe that the significance of the sacrifice is understood by our leaders and many former soldiers who were interviewed.  There is little hope for us if we haven't learned by now.

Copyright © Duke Beaufort | Year Posted 2017

Details | Narrative |
Paul had a near-death experience,
one of the most incredible ones...
he visited Heaven: the place of bliss!
And as he climbed the gold stairway,
he heard many familiar voices he had
known in the previous life...they happily
chanted glorifying God, who was seated 
on an ivory throne surrounded by Archangels,
Saints and Prophets whom he remembered
from his Bible readings. He tried to look at
God's face, but he was blinded by an intense light...
more brilliant than the sun itself, then Jesus
approached with his out-stretched arms.
Paul smiled and was elated to have found salvation,
but Jesus kindly said to him, " Paul, your time
hasn't come yet, return to Earth and tell them! "
And briefly pausing He continued, " When that time
comes, your honorable name will be written
in the Book of Life, and angels will carry your new body
on their swift wings and you will enter Paradise! "
Paul's face was expressive of disappointment 
and bitterness and weeping replied, " The people
of Earth deride a grave digger so groggy and grubby,
and they mock him with their delirious laughs;
I would rather be dead than return to them! "
 " Go and show them your mercy! " Jesus commanded him.
Paul had only minutes before he would be buried,
so he rushed back and surprisingly saw a large crowd
attending his service as Father Michael, the Chapel's priest,
performed the last rites by splashing Holy Water 
in and around the shadowy grave. They heard a knock 
coming from inside of the coffin...Paul's voice became louder,
" I am alive, not dead...let me out! " Everyone was horrified
and shocked, but Father Michael ordered the mortician to open
the casket and let Paul out. Jubilation filled the chilly air,
and streaks of light filtered through the murky clouds...their shouts
were heard as far as the outskirts of town: Paul was alive!" 
I sat with Paul the day after under the shade of a fragrant pine,
and he told me about his visit to Heaven with tremendous joy
and fervent faith. He admitted that he was wrong not to have
shown them his compassion and with the sincerest smile
he proclaimed, " My anger and grudge have vanished;
I have forgiven them...I am so glad to have returned! " 

Entered in the ramblig Poet's contest,
" In Search Of The Human Mind"
Assignment: A Near-Death Experience

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2010

Details | Rhyme |
Come here, I say, come closer
Let me tell you 'bout a tale
You're young, you can learn from this
So be sure to listen well
A gathered clan of kinsmen
I'd say the number equaled twelve
Each one found a higher calling
Forged by the Good Shepherd Himself
He brought these men together
They broke bread, then shared a pact
Nothing happens to the Master
Or one of us must spring to act
That day came as expected
He was charged with several crimes
The least brave of the twelve
Knocked on the door, knocked several times
They took Him, Roman soldiers
What do we do? I am afraid
By the time someone took action
He was deep within the grave

Copyright © Amy Bohack | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |
    Sincere Salute To Our Brave, Fallen Heroes

    With dear heart and blood given, sometimes torn
    gallant fallen heroes faithfully sworn.
    From start to finish, so brave one and all
    each with fealty to our nation's call
    As we mourn, let us remember this way,
    Heaven tis their reward on judgement day.
    This day, we honor our brave fallen dead
    death faced, that we may sleep safe in our beds.

    Robert J. Lindley, 5-29-2017

 Note-I am still quite sick but I had to write poem to honor our heroes, this morn.. Its brevity I apologize for my friends as they deserve far more words but I can only muster these few.... 

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

Details | I do not know? |
I am a brook of blood
Drawn from the veins of the tender bud;
My drift is bedewed with homicide,
Stabbed with furry killed with pride.

Flowing by the might of a flood
And disappearing into the mud
And earth cradles me
Unto a motionless sea

I’m the scent of smiling dawn
And eddy of Afzal and Burhan;
I’m Maqbool’s tidy clan
And I’m going on and on…

And again sun will rise
In our ravaged paradise;
And again moon will rise
In the calmness of skies

Copyright © SHEIKH NISSAR | Year Posted 2017