* It’s been three years, Dad, and it hurts like yesterday … I don’t know why I was the one to walk you home, but it will forever be my bittersweet blessing, and an honor I didn’t deserve. I miss you very much. *
~
( 9.18.26 - 10.27.19 )
for that bright rose of his honor
those edged thorns of sacrifice
to the steeds he’d left unbroken
and the chimes, a-pealing thrice
to the statues, still in marbled earth
countless draughts thus never spilt
to that knight left rusting in the rain
the steadfast bridges that he’d built
to the jester in his dancing court
the somber conscript left behind
for his queen midst her devotions
and his swords of heart and mind
for the master, mate and martyr
who we laud now with our breath
and the God he loved with graces
who has grieved us with his death
may we wear his garland shining
with the charms that he’d impart
and ne’er let his laurels wilt there
but bloom bright within our heart.
son, brother, husband, father, friend ...
kanpai.
Copyright (10/27/20) © Gregory R Barden, rewrite, October 27, 2022
Categories:
barden, death, father, grief, love,
Form: Rhyme
(The toast I wrote for Dad)
Toward the roses with his honor
Their peaked thorns of sacrifice
To those steeds he left unbroken
And the chimes a-pealing thrice
To the statues still in marbled earth
Countless draughts thus never spilt
To that knight left rusting in the rain
The steadfast bridges that he built
To the jester in his dancing court
The somber conscript left behind
For his queen 'midst her devotions
And his swords of heart and mind
For the master, mate and martyr
Who we laud now with our breath
And the God he loved with graces
Who now grieves us with his death.
Husband, son, father, brother, friend ...
Kanpai. <3
Copyright © Gregory R Barden, October 27, 2020
Categories:
barden, dad, death, memorial,
Form: Rhyme
A poet
par excellence.
A pen's
best friend. He has...
kind puppy-dog eyes
his poems
dazzle;
blows the mind
and his
writing style,
distinctive,
He's the next best thing
to Pablo Neruda.
a
wonderful human!
(Yalto)
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Sponsored by: Bobby May (Winner: 3rd Place)
Date written and submitted: 09/25/2019
Categories:
barden, appreciation, friend, tribute,
Form: Verse
a Barden garden
of poetry we will love
more than anything
Categories:
barden, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
** This poem is in memory of Daniel Barden, one of the children who died in the Sandy Hook Shooting. Daniel loved to play the drums, ride the waves of the ocean, spend time with his family, and his dream was to be a firefighter when he got older.
Angels play the drums to welcome Daniel.
As he rides the waves of the ocean up to Heaven.
He will wear a firefighter outfit.
So he can put out the flames of the darkness trying to get into Heaven.
At the end of the night he will be spending time with his family and friends.
Spreading his warmth to everyone.
Categories:
barden, life, time,
Form: I do not know?