Best Departs Poems
Lost leaves repeat their yearly teardrop curtain fall
in blended rhythms cry ~
departing hues of autumns call
and tolls the sound of death
on sodden grounding groove
when next the blanket worn is white
like satin laying smooth
8-30-2020
Rithimus Divisa 5 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Gregory R Barden
From Between Now and Next Spring
To Seek A Mate?, To find Himself?, To add His Name to A POET’S History?
The Tears We shed ; are Tears Of Joy! For the Young Pups , Youthful Memories
He will Follow the Circle of Life, Returning in the Mist of “LOVE FOREVER “
“ Frank Herrera “ We Await YOUR Magnificence : Reentry : YOU are so Cleaver
A Teacher , a Philosopher , Hungering For “ KNOWLEDGE “ “THE HUNGRY WOLF “
Touches Paradise ; with His Golden Pen : And Brings us POEMS of Truth
Dear Frank , I started this 3 days ago , Hoping YOU are Still on SOUP
My Prayers for YOU, in YOUR Travel beyond : the many SOUPERS
Who Anticipate “ YOUR quick Return “ , to a Family : "YOU have to LOVE"
Good Luck in YOUR Endeavors , send us a Sign, of YOUR Return in the Message from
Above
Author’s Note : I will miss YOU Frank, But I see YOUR Return : “ YOU Bring the
Spring “
Dedicated TO : Frank Herrera : This is not “Good-Bye” I’ll see YOU in the Creation
of “SPRING” YOUR Liege ALWAYS With LOVE...HG
Peace dwells in mind
Peace is an occurrence of harmony in mind
Where it treads violence retread in fear
Peace is never armed but shields itself in honesty
It it silences conflict behaviors
And ushers in the freedom from fear
Those who adapt peace
It means life today, tomorrow and beyond
Those who ignore her
When she goes they live to regret it
Those who kick her
When she goes they remain wailing
She ensures they see hell live on earth
In her absence murders and massacres show faces
Rapes, pillaging, bloodletting and blood baths ensue
As laments for the dead, and funeral rites parade emotions
Peace watch from a distance waiting for men of senses
To think and recall with purpose or
Else more minds are lost but for the worst.
(written for one who lost)
We lose a daughter, then we lose another,
yet find much sympathy that comes from all;
and know such sympathy will reach a mother
with many words that spring with every call.
We know the pain we dread and much ordeal
give such a state of mind that brings us sorrow;
and such a state of heart that makes us feel
a pain we dread may still be here tomorrow.
And yet compassion comes our way from others,
from friends and neighbours living far and near,
yes, all those folk, and many who are mothers,
will bring us solace, and a dash of cheer.
So that which often brings us all some sadness
will come with friendship that will give us gladness.
(January 2022)
The more I think the more I'm sure
The odds were stacked as all can see,
The Media's rotten to the core
At least on that we should agree.
But two years on what do you think,
Did sleepy Joe succeed or fail,
I hear so many took to drink
Watching the saga of Dither and Flail.
Afghanistan, Russia, Inflation and Gas,
Just a few things that mark his mis,
And yet that same Media gave him a pass
Altering headlines until something fits.
COVID aside he can't catch a break
Even his wife is shaking her head,
She tells us he's fine, really awake,
He's just been unlucky, with good times ahead.
I'm just sitting back enjoying the show,
Getting some laughs, spreading the word,
Watching frustration evermore grow,
Promises plenty, all action deferred.
Not long now to wait, November's next door,
We'll take back both houses and that's where the fun starts,
Of my own aspirations, patience for more,
But watch me in action until he departs.
Yellow
beams glistening
on close growing clover-
when the lark departs is summer
over?
Tedious toil from dawn to dark,a farmhands days then so harsh and stark.The
clockhands ticks round slowly by one by one,Pa's work ending with the setting
sun.Daybreak and sunset he milked the cows,in between with the horse and
plough.Across the fields a church bell peals recording his monotonous
ordeal.Each day to the beerhouse his footsteps led,then back to our cottage for
supper and bed.Us young'uns spent days gleaning the field,a years's bread
such toil could yield.Hedgerow sloes in the market sold, eked out the wage in our
household.Sister helped Ma with her local lace , round an open
fireplace.Ended her schooling afore her teens to enlist in the domestic service
scene.
The old year leaves us pushed aside
as the clock strikes midnight hour
leaving behind the hopes and aspirations
of us mere mortal souls
Look back not with regret
for it is done and dusted
The New Year arrives with a bang
all eyes watching the count down
as the minutes tick down
a collective holding of breath
Now we pit our hopes and dreams
on the days and months ahead
make promises and grand plans
funny how we never learn
The same each year soon forgotten
as life catches up with us
caught up in the now, promises forgot
Look back not with regret
for it is done and dusted
Happy New Year everyone may your wishes come to fruition xox
A soldier dies for the sake of his country
He lived in a land where we’re all meant to be free
Bleeding from his wounds he speaks before his life is done
“Not every soldier goes to heaven and I fear that I am one”
“I fought to save the innocent from suffering”
“I fought so hard but I couldn’t save them from dying”
He gasps as he chokes on his tears
His mind is but a fleeting memory thinking of long forgotten years
“My parents said to grow up and live strong”
“If they could see me now, would they hold me before I’m gone?”
“Or have I crossed the line between man and beast?”
“Oh Lord I beg of you, let this pain cease”
“Or has God forsaken man?”
“Does it matter? I’ve already fought and died for this land”
Hovering between life and death
He speaks with his last breath
“Is God watching now, have I done well?”
“If not heaven, where else can I go? For I’ve already seen hell”
Take a moment, for your eyes to focus, upon this frozen agony of time
Death has many forms in this wasteland; hold your breath short for death is impatient
For if nature would bless this blasted land with fruit, it would taste of bitter sorrow
To touch this land, its earth and sand, you will wince in pain
Cover your ears, for this sound of desolace will drive the sanest men insane
I am the scar left when you inflict your wounds
I am the innocent in your games of greed.
© Samir Georges
2006
When a man departs flies off into oblivion.
Everybody encounters the place,
is much closer to what we believe
and yet hidden.
Oblivion
covered with layer upon layer of feigned feelings
covered with layers and layers of loving dedication to those who have been by your side.
No matter how far we have drifted,
almost nothing remains.
When a man departs
leaves something of his own life to others
-Or so he himself thought-;
but, sometimes, it just turns out to be
his own name written in big letters over stone,
while he becomes something more ethereal
just a haze of tiredness.
When a man departs flies off into oblivion.
but finally flies free.
We never saw it coming
but it came
like the sound of the trumpet
heralding the doomsday-
that day, dark as the night
bereft of moon and stars,
that announced your departure.
You were a priest
that santa-claused without ceasing,
brightening every cloudy sky
you met with the sun.
Though separated are we
by the great river
you've crossed ahead of us,
we hope to meet you someday,
not on our side side of the river
in the world of wicked ones
radiating rotten rays
where Ahab robs Naboth
of his vineyard;
but on your side of the river
in the world of saints
united as a congregation
without a segregation,
filled with faces smiling,
free of faces frowning.
N.B. this poem is a tribute to late Father Barnabas Salawu
known to have devoted his life to caring for the poor. His last priestly
assignment was at Magongo,Kogi state, Nigeria before his death in
2011. R.I.P.
A piece of music takes us by the hand
and leads us through its world from time to place,
from place to time by hand from land to land
within a vast expanse in which to pace.
But soon it's gone, has left my ears and life,
and moved its eyes to left, right, up and down.
It smiled so smugly as it gave me strife
and left me with these saddest eyes that frown.
Yet thank you, dearest sound, for being here
with notes and bars that aim to bring us pleasure.
We smile so hard to try to quell our fear
and try so hard to elongate our leisure.
This muse was swiftly here yet so soon parted -
yes, fled with speed. It's gone. We're broken-hearted.
(6 Jan 2023)
And then, the angel shouted, their ears perked
Those waiting shouted, “We are gathered here ~ hiding.”
"The tales are true, dear majesty, and we doubted."
And, with a wisp, they, and the pheonix departed
Note: I would consider this poem to be Urdu
©2016 Bonnie Jennings
Tomorrow will become today shortly
Today will retreat to yesterday shortly
Time waits for nobody
Time comes and goes
Without stops
We have wasted two years because of covid
But time will never compensate
When we're still small we want to grow up faster
When we are old we want to linger as long as possible
But time listens to nobody
When many friends passed away
I found that life is really short
And time is the cruelest man
We have to plan for something
And do something immediately
To feel time existence,to know time limits,to value time
Before it departs and disappears from this world
Your own world
how long I love you
there is not tyme
no loop over would do
tell me true
me n u
what is there
do u care
enough to see
I'm not there