Best Departed Poems
For Linda, Freddie, Chan, & others that meant something true to us…
Another departure…
Another wistful teardrop
Embracing yesterday’s candid goodbye
No longer can we touch their physical soul.
But, we
Can keep amnesia’s accented clef at bay
Holding their voice beyond new tomorrows
…
It is the triangle of life’s conundrum
When we slow dance with the arms of Why
The breaths of How
The misunderstood elegance of inevitabilities
We are taught the 2 guarantees of life: Death & Taxes
Yet, only one really means more to us
Within sunrise’s incipience
We hold convex reflections with incandescent sadness.
Yet, time allows opportunity to fly higher than God’s perspective
EVEN through our limited wisdoms
While we cherish
Remember
The Candles in our wind
…
I whisper silent prayers for our friends, family, & colleagues that now SOAR WITHIN!
For they may no longer be in front of you & I...
They are
And always shall be
By
Our
Side
©Drake J. Eszes
I was honored to have Chan on our Stand As 1 show back in March 2014. It was a deeply memorable show. You can listen to how it all went down here: http://www.blogtalkradio.com/standas1/2014/03/16/stand-as-1-returns-wspecial-guest-that-archaic-poet
He left her side
Going... She knows not where
The last sound of footsteps
fading away
But... He will come back
Looking through old photographs
Love letters and places
He will be back.
He will come back to her caring arms
Her compassionate eyes
Their secret ways and her smiling face.
He will be back
A little bit too early
A little bit too late.
Far too late
Far too late to unlock the door to his desired faith.
Far too late for begging apologies
No one has ever returned from the dead.
Just a poem :)
Oh! Those whom I loved and cared that left this world
Enjoying the bliss of heaven when my heart wreaths in pain
Free from anguish and agony and attitudes apathetic and cold
Away from burning sunlight of hatred, ruthlessness and strain
My loving parents and my little sister departed one by one
The infinite mercy of the Creator granted them joy of heaven
For me the luscious trees of love gave way to burning sun
The path of life turned thorn infested, rocky and uneven
The lustful demons of merciless world waiting for me on way
My only weapon, my resolute, indomitable will
With God behind my relentlessness I conquered life in a sway
Lonely nights followed crowded days dreary, dreadful still
Then showered on me God’s sagacious and profound recompense
Through love and compassion my beleaguered soul thrived
On desert of life came the rain-filled clouds of loyalty of friends
Roses bloomed, nightingale sang, life’s elegance revived
But happy days are shorter than the morning dew’s life
You Manzoor, Arif, Marghub,.Nisar, Mehmuda, Ismat, Harry and Jo.
Who were spared the pains of this world of conflicts and strife.
Tranquility of heaven is your destiny, Aftab, Ferreira and Remigio
Your abode has elegant pink shadows and golden sunlight
Fragrant rivers and gardens with flowers of colors unseen
Pebbles of emeralds and rubies present the sight’s delight
Gushing fountains, silvery lakes, hills and valleys ever green
These bounties are rewards of goodness and your virtuous deeds
Your kindness, your compassion, and your illuminated soul
The Creator, most merciful and benevolent gifts beyond one needs
More than lofty aspirations and much beyond your goal.
Happy though I am for you I must still complain
Why you chose to desert me; why you left alone
The leaping flame of loneliness is my destiny again
The path to eternal bliss you took, to me you should have shown
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"Black Tulips for the Dear Departed"
Stumbling between the Immensities
Cobwebs like lace capture her
keep her fixed at the door waiting,
should she cross over now, or remain?
Time is evaporating, time is dissipating,
the past is holding on tight with it’s claws.
Black Tulips for the Dear Departed,
like a White Lily she opens -
she walks through the door.
The light is astounding,
a legion of angels rejoicing
He is there waiting
with pearls at His feet for her,
she must kneel to uncover
rust blood wet on
so many book covers,
she washes His feet with her tears
Sapphires His eyes jubilation.
He beckons her closer,
“Here is your Book,
Let me read it to you”
He gives her His hand
it is warm to the touch,
He conveys this,
His message to her,
“This could hurt, let’s review”.
He smiles, she is His,
melting, golden
Lux Vitae
immersed in His presence
born again, LIVING
renewed.
(Lovejoy-Burton/Jan 2018)
1.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A02EDL-eIGk
I love you much,
Billy Patrick,
And I miss you so much more!
I hope you're resting peacefully,
I'll see you soon at Heaven’s door!
Until we reunite, my son,
Keep an eye from above on your so
Help him along his way!
You left him way too soon,
But that was God’s design
Even though you didn’t want it that way.
Let Eoin feel you still exist with his heart,
He won't judge you
Coming eternally from inside.
That, you never intended on,
Leaving him so soon
From the way that you departed.
But, things happen so unexpectantly.
It was a state of confusion
That took me to the illusion
That you were still here the whole time.
It’s time that I let you go,
My son
Rest peacefully
Smile, I’ll see you on the inside.
RIP., William Darnell Jr
I don't, and probably won't
know the truth of her fate,
I don't know whether she left us,
but I do remember her well.
Tall, slim, quiet and shy,
I remember her deep orange hair,
and an awkward prettiness that grew.
But more than the sight of her,
and the lack of sound of her,
I remember a peculiarity.
She was there every day,
and then she was not there
almost every day.
Many I've seen since
and suddenly not seen since.
Each had their own story,
stories that I'll never know.
I don't, and probably won't
know the truth of their fate.
We chattered with amusement,
callous or unknowing,
when she appeared for a day at a time.
A day at a time,
two, maybe three times a year
for a year-and-half or two.
Later I heard a whisper,
dread disease, it said,
and it all made nasty sense.
Moments past midnight I awoke
to the horrible understanding
that perhaps she wanted only
to feel normal for a day.
11th August 2018
In the blink of an eyelash, she had departed
his moorings untethered, left brokenhearted
Then I suppose there's no way to prepare
to hear these four words, 'I never did care'
Have you ever stood still—
noticing the sudden absence
of what once followed you everywhere?
We think we know the reason.
We stitch guesses into tidy shapes,
as if they could fill the hollow
left behind.
But truth is slippery—
most times,
we can’t hold it at all.
We are meant to lift each other,
not pile stones in the way
of someone else’s climb.
So—
gentleness can outlast anger.
A patient tone
travels farther than a shout.
Carry a lamp in open palms,
not judgment clenched in fists.
This was never a wage to earn—
only a space to offer,
and a gift that cannot be traded.
Perhaps the shadow withdrew
because the burden bent its back,
or because it needed
quiet hands
to piece together what had shattered.
And maybe—just maybe—
it will return,
changed by distance,
tempered by the places it’s walked.
Some still whisper in dim corners,
but the one who stepped away?
They speak now
where the light is full and warm.
Ten years passed Maa, you left this world leaving me alone
but still I feel your presence, your tender touch, quietly lying in bed, I moan.
Always you were concerned, who will take care of me in your absence
today none is there to worry for me, in their lives, I have no importance.
Still I find myself holding your coffin, sitting by your lifeless body, on that ill-fated day,
I touched your hands and feet, cold as ice, unable to come out of dismay.
A heavenly peace on your face, comfortably sleeping, from all worldly sufferings you were away.
I cried, but never could wake you up, couldn't believe your sweet face could ever decay.
Sometimes, at leisure when I look at the sky on a peaceful night,
Sitting in my 'Hanging Garden on a lonely night beneath the serene moonlight,
I can hear your melodious voice, the songs you sang for me
Those priceless moments we spent together, lying on our terrace amidst
Shiuli, Jasmine and Hasnahana tree.
I was a teenager, blooming to be a beautiful young girl, bidding my childhood adieu,
You were proud of my beauty and talents, I was lucky to inherit from you.
You dressed me up beautifully each time I celebrated my auspicious days
You made me feel I'm the most gorgeous girl, confident in your praise.
Our children were brought up in your love and care
You once again proved to be a great grandmother.
You taught them how to live life in faith and prayer
always been pious and a true God lover.
You are the best mother ever I have met, a blessing from above
A Godly image of sacrifice, benevolence and abundance of love.
I've ne'er seen a greater animal lover, flowing water of love from a ceaseless cascade.
I've seen you taking care of sick kith and kin in their last days
Forgiving the evil they unleashed on you, you nursed them with a smiling face.
I salute your virtue of forgiveness and the Spirit of caring for your enemies,
I believe you're enjoying with our Lord in Heaven
dwelling with angels and heavenly bodies!
You are gone my dear friend.
How can I say good-bye?
I never had the chance to say what I wanted to say,
We can never take walks again,
We can never talk,
I feel a part of me is ripped out, never to be seen.
Thee only things I have are of the past,
Memories of times in which we are together.
For it is those that I cherish.
For that, mortality can never take away love.
The mystery of life oft demanding
Well beyond our Earthly understanding
Camera flash like a blink of an eye
From our birth until the day that we die
Time to grieve those that leave, inadequate
Unplanned plans demand that we have to wait
Sleep, shelter, bodies cry for sustenance
Life will not wait long for death’s remembrance
Memories like a breeze gently blow by
What or when, now or then, we don’t know why
So, forgive us oh dearly departed
Your memorial so short since started
We shall soon see the rest of your story
Reunited in white lighted glory
Perrin Peacock
June 16, 2018
DEARLY DEPARTED
In the depths of loneliness
Deep despair in my lonely hour
A sigh of disbelief
To be of such importance in my life and leave without a goodbye
Left seeking for the love treasured
In my darkest hour the pain measured
Sharp jabs as my heart pounds heavily
Trembling lips as I moan hysterically
In a dark corner praying
No answers from above- HE has stopped listening
Curses to the above – why, why!
Tear-drop stains…
On this paper I convey with you no longer here
Greatly missed
Gone too soon
Words said but never cherished enough
Life is too short but never defined
Living without you…
A constant reminder,
I thought you said you would always be there?
In my darkest hour the sorrow I can’t bear
Memories linger on the times shared
Moments shared never to be re-lived
Before my first breath,
My first words, my first steps…
You knew me more than I did
Endured knowing I was not the same as the others
When others had two… I had you
A dark cloud cushioned with sorrow
My future bleak-shadowed
What now?
My hearts desire blemished
Crashing blow to the love cherished
Never to be forgotten
More than a mother’s love
When we meet again…
Probably the reason why you never said goodbye
Under this earth you lie
In my heart to stay
Dearly departed, thank you for being my mum…
If a dog is stopped from pooping, is he DEterred?
Has your hair all of a sudden DEparted?
Donald Duck's pay cheque was once DEducted
To get a seat at a concert, do you ever use DEceit?
Have you ever seen a tree DEbark?
If you spit out a breath mint, do you DEsert?
Do your trousers ever get DEpressed?
Do skirts sometimes get DEpleted?
If a cop tears up one of two tickets, does he have to DEfine
Can locomotive engineer's mind get DErailed?
Do first nation peoples live by DEcree?
When a painter farts, do they imitate DEgas?
If you try and fail, do you DEcant?
The lowest card in a deck is a two, I DEduce
If a dog gives you a tiny bite, is that called a DEbit?
© Jack Ellison 2013
THE DEMISE OF THE DEPARTED
It matters not what lies below
It's only a body in decomposition
The marker a resting place for a crow
The body below awaits a transition
One day that body will be resurrected
Let's pray their eternity is what they expected
27 September 2019
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Suddenly there was
a knock at the door...by my
departed Lenore.
I grabbed the handle—
which was hot—and decided
that I better not!
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