Best Attend Poems
All in attendance,
Attend dance!
Pete had an ordinary funeral, nothing ostentatious or showy.
Two straight backed strangers appeared in his small Iowa church.
They were dressed in Air Force uniforms.
They hugged each other for a long time.
Another soldier gone, one said.
Our brother said the other.
These three had been the only survivors of C Company.
In the middle of a jungle swamp in Viet Nam in 1970.
From his catbird seat Pete Lansford watched.
He was grinning at them so hard that Jim looked up.
Pete gave him a high five, but neither Jim or Joe could see him.
Thank you for letting me watch my funeral he told the angel.
Coiffed petals glad tidings tell
Vintage red cup raised to the sun
Whose heat mellows hearth's veil
Enticing host signals feast hath begun
Aromatic vial with sweet scents stew
Hypnotizing fumes already suitors cue
Maitre d' winged banqueters will review
Whizzing minstrels waft toward rendezvous
Arriving guests with sweet libations do woo
Neon-draped Bumble bees enter flickering buzzing strobes
Metallic Green bees browse corridor; each succulent scent probes
Ebony-caped, Wasp beetle antenna fondles light, delicate lobes
Orange, sequined Monarch butterflies prate in paper machete robes
Salivating, virile male patrons imbibe freely from nectar fount
Nubile, female matrons nibble heartier fair; pollen from stamen mount
I can't attend your funeral, I'll share no eulogy;
I won't be present, though you've been a treasured friend to me.
I'd really love to pay respects at your last resting place
but I've not had the joy to ever meet you face to face.
I've never been inside your home nor driven down your street,
in fact, I might not recognize you if we chanced to meet.
The face in your small avatar (or maybe a design),
is all I have to go on if our paths should intertwine.
And yet I know your heart - you've written poetry sublime,
your comments at my poems lift my spirits every time.
When you reply, it's like we've both been friends for many years,
and when your soupmails come, I know we're more than simply peers.
Some live in other countries, most are many miles away.
The cost of travel is prohibitive, I'm sad to say.
When close the curtains of my heart at last, you will be there
in spirit, thanks to poetry that we've been blessed to share.
// This is my gratitude poem to the many Soup friends who
have been my lifeline in 2020. Thank you all ~ John //
Written 22 Dec 2020
Intend To Attend
Your attention want to apprehend
And also greetings to you extend;
Make sure thought is in your mind;
To everyone should be ever so kind;
Always attend church do intend.
James Thomas Horn
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC 28422
The rainy season arrives
Today we have a gloomy and surly weather
It makes me feel heavy and depressed
Spaced out
Fed up
Finally retreat to a confinement
To avoid being wet out
The bustle and hustle of the outside
Being blocked out
An inner self is left
I feel somewhat alone and lost
Am l really alone
Of course not
I then think of my loved ones
I then think of God
Who is ever ready to attend to us
Should pain attend me?
Sorrow, toil, woe in the hour of trial?
No, this can’t be; I have a friend so precious
Very dear, Who more than all in thee I find
Highly wonderful to cause my fainting soul’s rejoices
Jesus, lover of my soul
Quickly puts my troubles to an end
Even in time of the storm
Hangs my helpless soul on thee
Other refuge have I none
In the loudest silence
His melody within my heart rings
He never leaves, His support and comfort I gain
Surely I am kept under His safe wings
My Love, love to me in him you revealed
However dark his plan might be
Deep love for God and man, I plead
He was defeated and through Him we won
Should pain attend us? Should bitterness live our souls?
No, His peace, joy and happiness we're filled
He cares, sees and Provides the best.
With all changes we can attend,
So constitution had to amend;
Meet need;
All agreed;
No one would we ever offend.
Jim Horn
Have you ever thought about this?
there's so many things to consider here
you'll not know who'll be there or not
whether any shows emotion even a tear
You will have left the scene of time
no longer to be ruled by the clock
having left this body of yours behind
dust to dust, ashes to ashes never to walk
Now let's consider this funeral of yours
the attendance may be single figures or less
but who knows it could be a pack out
the clergyman's word hopefully would bless
Those left behind have it all to do
arrange your funeral, pensions and all of that
trust they will mourn your final passing
having memories of your life from the start
But you won't be there ever again
you'll be in eternity way out there
either in God's presence or farther away
today you can come to God in humble prayer
(Have you ever thought about your funeral? I just thought none of us would attend our funeral which is quite a thought, so this is my thoughts on this event. )
JE VOUS ATTEND
Je vous attend, I wait for you,
as patient as death's rendezvous;
and just as certain as the sun
knows each tomorrow's overdue.
I wait well hid from anyone,
the devil's hope, and native son,
the gift of Hell, you'll not acquire,
until it's yours, when life is done.
Beyond each sunset's probing fire,
deep in the dark of your desire,
I wait to kiss all hope away,
and give you more than you acquire.
I wait for you beyond the day,
into the night that will not stay,
I wait in dark, your only friend,
And I will love your death away,
Deep in the night that has no end,
I wait for you, je vous attend,
Beyond the life you now pretend,
Beyond the life you now pretend.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Befiore one climbs the ladder to the heaven
One must fulfill one's promise on earth
Glitter the life on earth
Herald a meaningful life
Attend to the needy
Fair to the unfortunates
Treasures on earth are to be shared fairly
Just like the share of a place in the heaven
When you've paid on earth
Sure you'll be free in the heaven
This is what I believe
JE VOUS ATTEND
Je vous attend, I wait for you,
as patient as death's rendezvous;
and just as certain as the sun
knows each tomorrow's overdue.
I wait well hid from anyone,
the devil's hope, and native son,
the gift of Hell, you'll not acquire,
until it's yours, when life is done.
Beyond each sunset's probing fire,
deep in the dark of your desire,
I wait to kiss all hope away,
and give you more than you acquire.
I wait for you beyond the day,
into the night that will not stay,
I wait in dark, your only friend,
And I will love your death away,
Deep in the night that has no end,
I wait for you, je vous attend,
Beyond the life you now pretend,
Beyond the life you now pretend.
The element of change is to keep your destiny alive
Life will rearrange itself because you must be kept on track!
Your life needs change bringing on the reality that
Every man and woman will attend the academy of transformation
The anatomy of a season will spring forth new life in your heart and
Darkness will appear as light and night as day!
Sometimes there are things in our lives that are not meant to stay
Sometimes you are protected and you had no idea
The mere fact that change has come to your life
Shows you that your destiny is greater but
The process to get there can be more painful than others!
Sometimes change may not be what you want but
In reality change is constant, change is compulsory!
On this planet, change is the only thing saving your life
In the arena of love, change is a necessity
Sometimes there are things in our lives that are not meant to stay
Because every man and woman will attend the academy of transformation
Copyright 2024
No fear of threats from vicious
Peter Gargano knights of kkk
Threatening my life for attending
that 1969 Civil rights field trip
my father Civil rights advocates
political leaders gather
as we awaited the trial
way buses to board
my first grade class
was the only class
honoured to attend
because excellent
grades and we were
the entertainment
choir members thirty
one 1st graders my
mom and dad was
so proud of me no
cousins or sisters or
brothers no identity
thieves Jamaican
immigrants from tampa
definitely no mexican
violent offenders from
delicia chichihau mexico
born in 1980 committing
home invasions for corrupt
junk sick cops very sad place
in America truly sad these
violent offenders and corrupt
cops threatening my life
obsessed with my poetry
my life 1969 Abraham Lincolns
home my first grade class was
the only class selected throughout
Chicago i will never fear intimidations
threats from domestic terrorists
with badges discrimination
hatred of me fir being the child
of a civil rights advocates being
a child of a the black panther party
1969 fred hampton breakfast
program I wore wires pregnant
buying weapons and drugs from
corrupt junk sick cops today
these corrupt officers crave
my death attempting to extort
my poetry for Peter gargano
criminal group breaking in my
home reading my diary about
my 1969 field trip sorry your
Mexican imposter wasn't
even born your Jamaican
imposter wasn't even born
this was peters game to
murder me and impersonate
me with immigrants because
he hates blacks he burns blacks
alive he frames blacjs extort
blacks he hires blacks to
unearth blacks he hires corrupt
junk sick cops to terrorise
threatening fbi informants
confidential human sources
he ignited a car bomb in my face
i am truly blessed that my first
grade class was the only class
chosen to attend only because
I sang in the chior I got to sing Marian
Anderson’s hymn were the only class
we felt so special liberty and justice for all
lift every voice and sing very very exciting
such an honor to be chosen to sing
let freedom ring
D-o
A-ttend,
L-istening,
E-agerly hear,
N-ever turn a blind eye and a deaf ear.
Topic: Birthday of Dalen P. Asuncion (March 27)
Form: Acrostic Tetractys