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Villanelle Tribute Poems | Villanelle Poems About Tribute

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Independence Tribute - For Jamaica

From Afric's banks secure naked we came
In empire's shell to build a name again
And each yearly leg we carry the flame

Forward with mighty surging wave. Proclaim
Us then the phoenix from fiery pain,
Children of Jamaica true to love's aim.

And this another year in sunrise frame
Strong, independent, problems we disdain
On the scroll of nations we write our name

We are Jamaica, fanning freedom's flame
We singers of faith, dance not here in vain:
To survive the rim you must make the game.

Let there be no tears, no cup for a blame
Sweet Jamaica is a green palm to reign
Where Columbus dead caravel found shame

And Hawkins and all his pirate's host lame
History repeat not here in God's domain
But pyramids rise of Africa's fame
Jamaica is the swallow - joy the rain 


Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2010

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Threshold-s- Hail Thee

Threshold(s) Hail thee

The path that delivers I will elevate;
For the life that lives deserves whole eternal,
In the place of rest that saints will dominate.

The many battles fought to safeguard a trait,
To let a brood with no lore of nominal.
The path that delivers I must elevate.

Not she rests assured by nature’s salvage date.
This life yet renders bosoms for cardinal:
To nourish…, enrich this trait to dominate.

From ‘yes’ I breathe to still ‘no’ I defecate.
These, I owe house of notional tribunal.
For that life’s deliverance I will elevate.

Progenies I, owe this life that promulgate
News of me to flora and fauna’s astral.
I owe this life for those gifts to dominate.

Nerve not she got, to stand tests to procreate
Won’t my lines have been thrown in lone nocturnal?
This path that delivers I will elevate,
To the place of rest that saints will dominate.

©A.O, 4/4/2014.
Dedicated to my mother and my father. And parents alike.

Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole | Year Posted 2014

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Sunflowers - Ring Of Fire

Sunflowers - Ring Of Fire

Of all the lovely flowers God has made,
there is one beauty that has touched my heart,
with petals marching round like on parade.

A golden vision with large center, shade
of brown and deep red hues...one work of art
of all the lovely flowers God has made.

Most often lanky, long, a sturdy grade,
with graceful leaves attached that stand apart,
with petals marching round like on parade.

Bright fiery sunflowers oft seen arrayed
in fields and gardens, standing tall and smart,
of all the lovely flowers God has made.

Oh lovely ring of fire, your flames portrayed
like dancers poised at center taking part
with petals marching round like on parade.

Your red-gold beauty beckons to persuade,
that your bold, striking wonder tops my chart
of all the lovely flowers God has made,
with petals marching round like on parade.

Sandra M. Haight

~5th Place~
Contest: Villanelle Me A Flower or Flowers
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Judged: 06/30/2016

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016

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Unselfish Tribute

Bless you for all you've given.
That a soul without a twist.
Yet you're scorned by the living.

Shunning are they, so numbing
To dwell in their assess.
Bless you for all you've given.

Beautiful are you, beyond the skin
With soul and vigor, unselfish.
Yet you're scorned by the living.

Your perils do not  strengthen
With other's images, other's weakness.
Bless you for all you've given.

And with your heart comes kind thinking.
Alone are you not, others do exist.
Yet you're scorned by the living.

Grateful am i for your breathing
And in my life you do consist.
Bless you for all you've given.
Yet you're scorned by the living.

Copyright © Teresa Price | Year Posted 2009