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Details | Elegy |
I’m tired
I’m Physically and Emotionally tired
I don’t want to be the strong one anymore
I can’t this time
I don’t know what to do Daddy
I need your help down here

I can’t get back in control of my emotions 
I’m having a hard time dealing with your absence
I’m having a hard time standing by myself
I need your help Daddy

I’m broken and lost without you Daddy
I need your will to want to carry on
I need your strength to over come this
I need your strength to stay standing
Your courage to fight back again
I need your help 

Please Daddy I’m at a loss
How am I suppose to do this
I need your guidance 
I need you to guide me back
To whom I was before
I need your help Daddy
I need your help

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
November Chills Remind Me

As November chill creeps in
I think of June and a friend
Sun beaming so eagerly down
our spot at the edge of town

Silent moments holding me
to a time and her pitiful plea
O' that this day last forever
and my love leave me never

She saw farther than I
the thought made her cry
I thought her so wrong
right she was all along

Clime cooled and so did we
leaves fell from our tree
October faded swiftly away
Parted on a chilly November day

November chills I think of her
so gone, I know not where
Shall June ever come again
will ever I see my friend

Sun shines down upon my Soul
keeping her should have been my goal.

R.J. Lindley  09, 11, 1976 

note: Tomorrow will be two weeks and no new writes by me. 
That is other than my private writings at home.. 
Found this in a old poetry book tucked in a chest with 
divorce papers from my first wife.
Seemed fitting to present it because , well its November now.

Answer, no never saw her again. She moved away, I lost contact.
Life sent its distractions and the universe spun ever onward..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
Do not come looking for me in
     small corners of our house
I am not there

The vast space we occupied
     where laughter lived
I left behind

The still place in our bed
     once radiating love
I sense its cold

Photoless frames, shattered glass
     a myriad memories
I will forget

Do not try to find me in the yard
     or in the snow of blossom
I once loved

Forget you ever knew the wrinkles
     around my mouth and eyes
I crumble

If you aim to memorize my face
     know it will fade in time
I lost you

In any place you find me drifting
     remember in your heart
I find you 


May 28, 2017
Copyright © Darren White

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

Details | Sonnet |
The Final Vow

When finally the long shadow crosses my path
the wind carries away the new morn's dew
I shall then abandon my weary and dark wrath
against my tortured, imagined image of you .

Shall you notice this my change on that fateful day
A bare, broken heart at last thus mended
The end in which my silence holds its greatest sway
the black results of the promised love you rescinded.

My love, hear my last destined words to you
this cry to heal your bitter heart
This the last honorable, loving thing I can do
before forever our shattered souls part.

As these beautiful trees witness this my final vow
You may thus see, the true depth of my love now

R.J. Lindley
Nov. 9th, 1976

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

Details | Marsiya |
Dedicated to my Dad Jerry W. Niday 3/20/1952 - 6/18/2013

I am who I am because of him
He’s the reason for my son’s name
He gave me my courage & my strength
To stand tall even when standing wasn’t easy
Stand for the ones who can’t
To think and fend for myself
I’m my Daddy made over

Taught me to fight back 
To never back down
How to pick myself back up
When I’ve been knocked down
Fight for what I believe
I’m my Daddy made over

He gave me my stubbornness 
Gave me my pride
Gave me my temper
Taught me not to take crap
To speak my mind no matter who
Work for what I want
I’m my Daddy made over

How to keep my emotions in check
How to handle large amounts of pain
When in trouble he always had my back
He knew how my mind worked better than anyone
I got it from him
I’m my Daddy made over

Even though he’s gone
I’ll stand and continue on 
I may stumble I may fall 
May even get hurt along the way
But I’ll pick myself back up
I’ll dust myself off and stand tall
I’m honored and proud to say
I’m my Daddy made over

Sabrina Niday Hansel

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epic |
We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost half of how we came to be
We lost we four girls first love
We lost our Best Friend

We lost more than just a Dad that day
Our Mom lost her Soul Mate, Her other half 
Our children lost their Papaw
We lost our family’s foundation 
We lost the glue that held us together

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost the Strongest man we ever knew 
We lost the man we looked up too
We lost we four girls Teacher of many things

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We four girls lost our Hero
We lost some of our Light
We lost part of our Heart
We lost part of our Soul

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost some of our Courage
We lost some of our Strength
We lost some of our will to fight back
We lost some of our will to carry on
We four girls lost more than a Dad
We lost more than just a Dad that day

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |
You were so tired
You couldn’t wait to go lay down
Mom was standing in the kitchen
I was outside locking things up
As you went through the back door
You hollered, See you soon

Moments later the air began to fill with Dread 
Getting thicker with each second of Mom's screams
By the time I got to your side
You laid unmoving, straight as board in your bed
I could hardly bear.. Seeing you that way

As your Grandson dialed 911
My vision blurred and the world disappeared 
All I could see and hear were you
Twenty three Chest compression's, Six breaths later
You opened your eyes and looked into mine
I could hardly bear.. Seeing you so helpless
As I held you in my arms
Mom and others began to Pray
I felt each word spoken go through me to you
Flowing through your nephew's Hand that laid upon my shoulder
I couldn’t help but to hold my breath 
And wrap myself around you even tighter than before
I could hardly bear... Seeing you struggle

No one had to tell us how bad you were 
To life-flight you to St. Jose’s was the only chance you had
I tried to climbed in with you, but they wouldn’t let me
I knew how terrified of heights you were
As they closed those doors I hollered... See you there
See you there Daddy, I’ll see you there
There were lines and tubes and doctors everywhere
I stayed up for day’s right beside you in a chair
Mom sat across from me and held your hand
The others were circled around us in your room
We could hardly bear... Seeing you that way Daddy

Alyssa sang "Jesus Loves Me" for you in your little Church
There must have been over a mile of cars parked 
Family and Friends coming to say Goodbye

You'd think after almost 3 years it wouldn't make me cry
It’s almost like you must’ve known 
The night you spoke those words to me
That you’d be heading up to Heaven soon
Not to take a nap
When you closed that door and hollered... See you soon

We'll meet again at those Pearly Gates, Daddy
You have our word.. 
We'll see you there.. We'll see you there

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
“The October night comes down; returning as before
Except for a slight sensation of being ill at ease
I mount the stairs and turn the handle of the door
And feel as if I had mounted on my hands and knees.”
----- “Portrait of a Lady;” T. S. Eliot

A golden afternoon,
Late October, and my thoughts
Are all of you, Suzanne…
Vestiges of your being
Appear on visages of 
A hundred different people;
But none are you, not one 
As green,  as golden.

Hard it is to know no miracle
Will mend, no giddy hope assuage,
The scourge that slowly puts an end
To our valiant green and golden girl.
Memory takes us to days of indolence,
Of innocence, of children lying on a levee,
Deep in lush, green, summer clover --
In sunlight almost as golden
As your hair -- beside a flowing river
Bearing away our golden hours
And the painless green of youth.
Now, in your green room, reclined
In shadow, our golden girl reposes.
Your courage lights the coming night
That does not dim the gold and green
You always shared, and still you share.

Copyright © Leo Larry Amadore | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 

Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
More Than A Memory I see her clearly, in the sunset’s last glow, And she speaks to me in a voice soft and low. There’s no doubt what I see is a mystery To those who know she was taken from me. The sun dips low and soon sinks to rest And I’m left in the starlight, confused and obsessed. A vision from yesterday will haunt me all night And morning will find me still eager to fight. Her eyes remain bright, though never as clear As they now lack the passion as when she was near. I reach, but can’t touch her – my heart can but ache – When she becomes real is when I awake. I’m trapped in this whirlwind of yesterday’s pain And fight the reality that toys with my brain. I wonder why fate can be so unkind As to take one away and leave one behind. I know she is trying. the chasm to breach That now lies between us - she's just out of our reach. And she seems to be more than just a glow - She's more than a memory from so long ago. Written By John Posey 06/13/13

Copyright © John Posey | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
When I am in your home,
I am back to Laos after a lifetime.
I am in a place beyond words:

       Where the steam of the kitchen

       The smell of warm coffee

       The sound of a television

       The taste of a meal made with kindness

All feel like an America where our dreams come true,
Our memories return

And everything lost is found once more
Waiting with a smile, a sabaidee.

Copyright © Bryan Thao Worra | Year Posted 2015

Details | Narrative |
My heart was in such pain
I felt like I was going to go insane
I just don't know what to do 
And my eyes full of tears that distort my view

I fell to my knees and felt the urge
My muscle tighten and pin needles struck me like a surge
My body was warm and with feelings so confused
My mind felt sadness had fused

I could not conquer my fears
I just sat down and fell into tears
When some close to you passes on
It felt like a warmth has gone

So I raised my hand towards a box that was empty with no tissue
I first was embarrass and had a little bit of issue
All my friends hugged me and said sorry for your loss
So now I cry in my bed and toss

April 14, 2013

Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

I've Scribbled This Song For You...

I'm wasting my days,
my empty nights too,

I should have held on,
but I simply lost you,

now I stagger along,

wearing broken smiles,
in between hell and you,
there's a million miles,

yes, I should have kept,
you close to my skin,

soaking your warmth,
but you were laughing,

at my foolish grin...

now I'm all broken,
and torn apart,

but what the hell,
I was always late,
for the tolling of the bell,

and now...

now I stagger along,

wearing broken smiles,
in between hell and you,
there's a million miles,

so kiss me now like you once did,
I'm tired of being so carefully hid,

la laa laa la laa laa laa...

(repeat to fade)


Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quatrain |
In the heart of the Loire valley
Where the river wends its way
A young dreamer lured by nature
Free of care played music gay

As he wandered along footpaths
Playing lightly on his flute
By the vineyards in abundance
And the orchards full of fruit.

It was there that he encountered 
A fair maiden and her art
She was painting on her canvas; 
With a smile she stole his heart.

From then on they met in secret
Near the rolling hills in green
Where the flowers looked in wonder.
They were happy and serene.

They made love and plans together
Spoke of dreams they meant to share
Looked at life through coloured lenses
And built castles in the air.

Then one night a storm erupted
Unexpected in mid May,
Raging waters in a frenzy
Came and took her life away.

All his dreams were quickly shattered
And the castle tumbled down
For his Queen of Hearts had left him
Broken king without a crown.

In the ruins of the castle
He was left to sit and grieve
And his friends who came to visit
All were kindly asked to leave.

Days and nights passed undetected                     
As he dreamed of raven hair
On his lips he felt her kisses
Woke to find she was not there. 

Then one day, he rose with vigour    
Once again he built the dream
Made a castle even finer                
Standing stately by their stream.

And the people came to marvel
At the wonder of this sight
For there in the very centre
Was her statue gleaming bright.

Now the castle so resplendent
Stands a testament to love
Which will never wane or wither
Conquers death and soars above. 


26th August, 2015
Paul Callus & Eileen Manassian
Contest: Partner Up 
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton

Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Memories tumble through my mind, 
rolling aimless, some have been...
missing for a while.
I try to fill in the blanks. Others, 
I sweep into already dusty corners.
You know, the ones far easier forgotten.
Tumbleweeds...my memories
have become tumbleweeds.
I take snapshots of the cherished ones, 
file them away
giving them a home...
before they blow away in the savage wind.
I yell out to my own echoing voice -
"Did I tell you my mom liked to dance?"
"Yes", I remember.
I hear her music, rock-and-roll,
her long hair bouncing with each step.
She doesn't dance anymore...
I see my step-father, hands dirty, working
always working, but sometimes
stopping to joke or tease. 
Moments gone...memories fleeting...
begging them to stay
a little longer or at least 
visit my dreams.
"Did I tell you my dad played drums?"
"Yes", I remember. 
I hear rat-a-tat-tat in my head, 
primal beats, rhythmic beats -
complex man, gentle soul...
I would sing at the top of my lungs while he played.
He never seemed to mind my shrill, little girl voice.
I miss him, I miss his drums. Music is not the same.
Nothing the same.
I close my eyes and another memory
blows through empty spaces.
My brother is racing his bike down the street FAST.
He is about ten, all skinny legs in his shorts.
"Where are you going?" I call after him, too late.
"Don't go, please don't go!"
He is gone and I wonder if he was ever here, there, 
anywhere within my reach.
Some do go astray, I remind myself.
Missing memories...missing love - 
loneliness finding a home in my heart 
when least expected...
"Wait, come back", I yell to him. "I'm still here."
Ruminating, I ask myself if we ever know,
really know, the ones we love.
No, not really. I remember.
Frantic, I reach for the tumbleweeds, grasping.
I reach for my two earthly fathers who are long gone...
I see them, each so different yet loved. Then, 
they blow away, missing again.
I chase them futilely. The savage wind still blows,
across grains of desert sand...
I will never know why, never know. 
Tumbleweeds...my memories have become 
blowing in a savage wind.

* one of my favorite early poems (maybe it doesn't seem happy, but
it includes some of my favorite memories)
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders

March 2, 2012
Second Place in Chris Aechtner's Let the Masks Fall Contest

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |
 Dessert, A Memory You Have, Balloons

(We Met, We Soared And You Flew Away) 

A memory we have of our passionate first night
where candles burned almost as hot as our bed.
Can not forget, sweet lust found in your sight,
memorable treasures now resting within my head!

Your joy at prizes worn popping those balloons
sweet kisses atop that stopped ferris-wheel.
They made me so dizzy I saw two bright moons,
as if heaven had suddenly came down for real!

Every day for that month we ate love's dessert
and savored each new and promising sweet dawn
I have never since felt that epically deep hurt
you waving sad goodbye to me on my front lawn!

A memory we have of our passionate first night
where candles burned almost as hot as our bed.
Can not forget, sweet lust found in your sight,
memorable treasures now resting within my head!


Combination of Three Words - Poetry Contest
2.)  Dessert, a memory you have, balloons

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet |
 Closer We Get, The Farther We Look Back

Sad dying embers of yesterday's feast 
interest and feed me not in the least 
For the hearty joys that future shall give 
heartens me to strive forever to live 

Great memories of my family's past 
flow blessedly with me until the last
Into the dark void my soul may soon fly
my past good and bad I will not deny

Returning often in my long night dreams
she of ravishing beauty, skin of creams
Memories of loves that took a wrong turn
yet with it all, my restless mind still yearns

Closer we get, the farther we look back
cherish our memories we stay on track

Robert Lindley

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 	140
Total # Lines: 	17  (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: 	 
Total # Words: 	106

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
your velvety blossoms
slowly withers away
once tender roots
have now decayed
at the thought i cringe
such insidious disease
gradually infects
each and every leaf

moldy black spots
crinkled stained edges
your magnificent growth
gradually suppresses
your unsurpassed beauty 
now fuzzed up and gray
crinkled debilated stems
a dull distorted array

shoots barely opened
leaves now curled and bent
such unforgettable moment
your petals soon descend
your spicy scent has drifted
such sickly brittle vein
Flowers now discolored
and left to thrive on pain

after months of nurturing
your once marvelous display
the thought of you slowly wilting
has left me in dismay

*My theme is taken from Constance's Poem "in Memory of a rose"*

Copyright © Rashana King | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |
A whisper in the wind is all that remains after you left me behind,
I find you lost in a memory never to be relived.

I don't know why you never said goodbye or why you had to leave,
A kindred spirit broken in a world confused and disillusioned by being alone.

Nobody should lose a parent - a mom.

You disappeared so quickly and quietly - like a whisper in the wind,
Now I am locked out of knowing - knowing so little and so unaware of so much.

Only a mom helps a son through times when pure love is her only motivation.

Mom, you taught me to love, to care and to believe,
You brought life into my lungs and shared precious blood to my heart.

I am selfish to wish you were here to help through times when I need you.

I am taught by this mortal world that your new home is much better than mine.

Some say we will reunite someday,
But for now - my only solace is to listen closely - for a whisper in the wind.
Form: Free Verse
Written: 07/27/2016
Contest: Long Lost Family
Sponsor: Silent One
Results: 4th Place

Copyright © Jesse Day | Year Posted 2016

Details | Tanka |
even soft footsteps 
leave an imprint behind
this door, 		ajar
                  with a shadow I once knew
                  caught in its draft

Copyright © Michael Dom | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
Mind wandering through misty woods.
You don't understand your purpose.
I knew you too little,
Please do not shed your salty emotions,
Not out of anger, not out of sadness.
You now lose your way so easily,
You sink, you burst, you burn inwardly.
You weep from frustrations, 
From the guilt of an honest smile,
From pains, that you forget for a moment,
That come swiftly back to haunt you of your loss.
I understand, dear friend.
You once had a light and the woods seek to snuff it out.
Do not fear, dear friend,
Friend follow me, as I once did you.
Friend, now you see?
Yes, you see,
The little wisps in the fog that guide us home."

~In memory of Bill Hamman, and all else who have suffered the pains of Alzheimer's

Copyright © Lauren Johnson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
During the Christmas holidays a candle is continuously lit.
       It is in your memory to let you know I'll never forget.
Each year that passes gets harder than I like to admit.
       I sit by the fire reminiscing while I smoke a midnight cigarette.
Your vanilla scented candle burns on the coffee table.
       I admit when you passed I wasn't mentally stable.
You would be proud of me because eventually I pulled myself together.
       I remember you warned me so many times you wouldn't be here forever.
You were my superwoman, I believed you were tough as steel.
       This candle along with your memory helps me to heal.
It's kinda like you're right here with me.
       I think of you as I put each ornament on the Christmas tree.
Tears roll down my cheek as I whisper your sweet name.
       Inside my heart resides your eternal flame.

*I love you momma Merry Christmas Queen.....
Billie Jean Alexander Lopez...May 1, 1937 - July 26, 2007

Copyright © Jimmy Anderson | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse |
The Hours of Alzheimer 

It starts ticking away slowly
Longer needed to search what’s  known.
Watching the hand jerk 
Minutes passing
“Twelve is for noon, then?”
“Yes.  Yes, Daddy!  Just like that. 
  Twelve noon is lunch.” 

Very gently, oh so sweetly,
Out of love and kindest thought
Offering words and filling fissures
Keeping pace and instant beating
“The,     oh, you know, the       oh how silly, the     the box thing”
“Yes, the box thing, the clock,  Daddy.  Says it’s 3 and time for tea.”  

Now impatience starts its tapping
Chasms stretching longer still
Wanting this moment
 to stop its running
“I       I       please      fork       I     I   food”
“Oh, of course, dear Daddy.  Dinner time.  
  Here, your fork. ”          

Interval waxing
Memory waning
Lingering in the distance
This cavity expanding 
“ I                   I       I            I”
“Oh it’s last course time Daddy.  Some dessert, then time for bed.”

Midnight falling
Thoughts abandoned
Cadence silent
Dead of night

First published: Poetry Quarterly

Copyright © Heather Browne | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

I fight 
a battle   against tempestuous   wind    
fury              the earth’s ablaze in feverish sky

and I      survivor
          search for home
                  through singed lenses
                         starved for one love       
(little girl dreams never die)    

I lean       into hell's breath     feel its fury     

stems bend      determined   to give
the tempest an offering 
                          petal by petal 
                              golden flights of favor

I lose     my phantom limbs
praise a fleeting feeling       grief (sweet relief)
                                           freedom  unburdening 
                                             I mark my trails with tears         

soldiers  unfurl    (I am one)
ready to charge   
solid gold          into
                              blazing, wind-beaten sky
wisps of fragility         beautify       hostile views

over my shoulder
       golden crests of hope
               unbreakable stems     strengthen 

blue skies     tinged      heave and hurl     
a fantasy of     
cotton white clouds       in peaceful sleep
It’s all I see                  my armor
                                   my lily-white peace 

In battle         a faceless enemy      
exhumes victim’s scarred bodies    
I stand unyielding       ready to find    hope in tears lost        
I believe     what doesn’t kill me
                              feeds my soul
                                      pours from my pen

Fury visits from a long gone        past         
hateful words fuel                  resentment                    
until forgiveness flickers -   
                   a soft light within catches fire

still, stormy nights deepen         terror   
sucks me back into 
blusters of              memory         
                                   between mire and soiled sky                  

A wildflower’s spirit bends
                                     (victim no more)      
upon an unbreakable stem   
                                     (never surrender)
Fearless      one of many     golden-crests
                                 Survivors       are we

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2017

Details | Sonnet |
When Sun Burns Too Hotly And Blue Sky Melts

Our secret pond laughing and wading there
our hearts joined in Nature's beauty divine.
That we might lose our joy, gave us a scare.
thought of loss, destroyed future -hers and mine.

Summer came, we forgot about that fright
for bliss was to be had with each soft kiss.
Dancing our days, romancing through each night
darling, that and so much more I so miss.

With no saving miracle, our joy lost
we in our great love soared too long, too high.
We dared too deep and paid the heavy cost
now our hearts find only sad, empty sky.

Such memories although old and faded
reveal Fate's hand can not be evaded.

Robert J. Lindley
(Number 5 of 5 in Hope's great treasures series)

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 114

Note: Great care must be taken to hold such a deep and precious treasure...
For omission brings such tragic costs.
Yet destiny may later bring greater reward if one but maintains Hope, and faith in walking a clear and just path.
For Hope and future are open to change if one reverses course from a dark path and willingly embarks upon a journey to find Light and Truth....

This sonnet the fifth of the five written on the Treasures of Hope tells of Hope lost because Hope was never grasped and held tight.
I deliberately did not use the word hope in the title or in any verse because the narrative presents its ABSENCE(!) AND THE DIRE CONSEQUENCES OF DANCING EVEN IN MOMENTS OF BLISSFUL DARKNESS.
The six sonnet(unwritten) on Hope, is the one I am now living with my wonderful family that I treasure far, far above anything in this life..
As it is --Hope-- , truly realized and held ever so firm..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |
 She arrived on the wings of a butterfly
 But left with wings of an angel, soaring ever so high
 She’s found heaven's glory in which to dwell
  I know that she is with love and doing well

  Her laughter still floats on a summer breeze
 And tears still fall with the rain
 And butterflies still flutter with delicate ease
  Where flowers bloom and happiness reigns

 She held my hand, running through the fields
 Brought me safety with her protective shields
 Then called me often crying out to me
  When I was restricted from her, not allowed to see

  But, she left with wings of an angel
  To a far better place than here
  Her memory is my cherished souvenir 
   Bright light shines on her, where she has no fear

  My thanks and appreciation to Heidi for
 sharing her poetic voice with me. 
 As always, it was a pleasure working with you Heidi.

Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |
where rainbows breathe
(for the late Dorothy Collins, 1961-2015)
by ‘bro. zayid’

just chasing rainbows…
“And I ain’t seen a star that’s had your smile…
“I’m just chasing rainbows… 
“Like a butterfly
zooming through the sky…”
   Chasin Rainbows, Blue Magic(1975)

what happens when loves dies…
when a star
personal and tender
falls from the sky…
after the acidic vat of tears u burn
bleaches yr landscape’s face
after yr mountain of anger
rages and explodes
after the impaling thirst of absence
real and sudden and permanent
empties you from inside…
what do u do?
what do u do?
when a star
personal and tender
falls from the sky
icing yr heart
freezing yr summer
blurring yr rainbows…
what do u do?...
u carry that love
like yr life depends on it
because it does
and u let it be…
let it run river rich and raw
from yr heart
to the very soles of yr feet
and let it guide yr remaining steps
towards preserving and protecting and fulfilling
all the love left 
here to be found in this realm…
let it leap from yr heart
to the back of yr mind
the very seat of soul consciousness
where yr sea of salty tears were born…
where those memories of a lifetime
pure and full 
like breast milk
honeyed sweet…
let it flow from yr heart
aching and huge
to yr tongue
on yr thirsty starving crying tongue
where its taste will dance 
on and on forever…
carry that love
cradle that love…
let nothing or no one
come anywhere near the candlelight 
glow of love u once knew in her eyes
and let it simmer in yr own eyes…
let it be…
let it flow like a river’s heartbeat
sparkling and rich
to a sweet place
to a personal place
to an evergreen eternal place
where u can always taste that love
to an untouchable place
where the plume of that love’s candle
radiates on forever
an elect place 
a special place 
where rainbows breathe and leap
from the mouth of god…
a personal 
where stars do not fall
where stars do not fall…

“the days have turned to teardrops
falling colder than the snow…
“the ups and downs
are getting me down.
“it’s no wonder that I’m cold
“so until the day the eagle flies,
I’ll wait for you.
“until I hold u close again, 
I’ll pray for you…
“memories of me 
sing this song for you…
just chasing rainbows,
and I aint seen a star that’s had yr smile…
chasing rainbows, 
like a butterfly 
I’m zooming through the sky…”

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Copyright © zayid muhammad | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |
They're treasures to me, so I don't mind.
My Aunt Ellie in tow, right behind.
I climb the ladder, lift wooden door.
There are piles of stuff strewn the floor.

She recites the story about Aunt Jean.
How she cursed her antique sewing machine.
Under material, maybe old drapes?
My cousin's old stereo, played 8 track tapes.

There's a carpet remnant, rolls of paper.
Aunt Ellie says the 70s, I think much later.
A box of dishes, perhaps wedding gift?
Not used Thanksgiving, too heavy to lift.

A pile of records, Walt Whitman Victrola
A photo of a young man on Venice gondola.
It was where my uncle asked Ellie to marry.
Damn, I sure miss my late Uncle Harry.

I relish the memories in this dusty loft.
Didn't realize Uncle Harry liked to golf.
Aunt Ellie glances around, teardrops flow.
All she wanted were her Christmas bows.

Written for Eve Roper
Photostory Contest
Took a 2nd place win. 

Copyright © Rhoda Tripp | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |
                                         HAVE NOT

				Two souls into one or is it
				the other way around? I have
				lost myself in the transformation.
				I do not regret how much I have
				loved. Does the fish curse the river
				for being too wet? Many secrets I have
				held but love is not one of them
				and should time reveal what I have
				lost she cannot take my memories.

Copyright © Phil Capitano | Year Posted 2016

Details | Quatern |

I left so many thoughts unsaid
as she lay silent on her bed,
that unexpected day she died;
a diagnosis that had lied.

She had some time to look ahead;
I left so many thoughts unsaid.
They did not see her end was near;
that she would go, we did not fear.

Tho, sick she was, and end would come,
we sensed much later she'd succumb.
I left so many thoughts unsaid,
and now my tears of grief are shed.

Must not hold back on thoughts to share
with those we love, must always bare
our hearts before death's fickle dread.
I left so many thoughts unsaid.

Sandra M. Haight

~3rd Place~
Contest: Form U - U Pick The Form
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Judged: 09/23/2017

A tribute to my dear sister-in-law's
recent death.

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2017