Best Dianna Poems
By Michael J. Falotico
The disease covers and takes over the mind and body..
Friends and family members gather and support with love and compassion..
Now God has taken the soul to be by his side till our family is joined again..
RIP...~Dad and Dianna~
Lady Di
The princess we loved
At 5ft 10 tall with stunning beauty
This angel stunned the world
With her duty.
A young Diana did marry a Prince Charles
From other Royals she got snarls
An independent woman, we watched grow
With 2 sons William and harry
They filled her with life
They made her glow.
Thing soon turned sour
With an affair he had
This made Dianna
Very mad
She had 2 sisters and 2 brothers
Was talented on the piano
She like dance
Maybe the tango
Beautiful, humble, elegant
The charities she helped
Where to her testament
Diana the most influential person
Of the 20th century
We will forever hold her in
Our hearts and in our memory.
Related to Winston Churchill and 10 U.S Presidents
Towards the end of her life
She lived in torment
Diana developed a love interest
With Major James Hewitt
She looked happy
We knew it
Battling mental health issues, eating disorders
And suicide attempts
Behinds the scenes
Her heart was breaking
Whilst the paparazzi
Was staking
Media did not leave Dianna alone
There was no where she could turn
To be on her own
1997 Diana passed away in a car crash
The world in disbelief
We thought the media
Was speaking trash
It was true
There wasn’t a dry eye
How could this happen
Now her soul is in the sky
The driver of her car
Influenced by alcohol
Took this princess’s life
She was our real-life doll
Mother Teresa gave Diana
Rosary beads that where
Buried with her
Although no longer living
She still holds power
Thousands came to say goodbye
With many tributes
There wasn’t a dry eye.
Diana’s grave on an island
On her family’s lake
RIP Diana
You have no more heartache
(Dianna-Marie was born in 1979)
Twenty years old and married to my best friend
I lived upstairs my parents in a duplex on St. Michel
Each night before we went to bed we prayed together
With young fingers linked, love was never an effort...
It was a cold January day in Montreal that year
We huddled together beneath the covers and laughed
"Wouldn't it be nice if we made a baby" he said to me
Guess the angels were charmed and heard his plea,
Cuz nine months later we received a bundle of joy
To our great surprise it was a baby girl
We didn't get an ultra sound we didn't need to know
Her room we painted yellow - her curtains blue
I was supposed to call her Jade but he said,
"Who wants to call a baby after a stone "
and so we named her Diana "Moon Goddess""
As the years went by she became our jewel
Creative like her mother, strong like her dad
She had a penchant for truth, trust, and beauty
We loved her from the start and years later
we realized that she was conceived
on the wings of our youthful prayers.
We look at her and see "us " everywhere
in her eyes, in her smile, in her heart...
She was our first born daughter
A constant reminder of the love we once shared.
July 22, 2018
Acciaccatura
And filled with stars and the land
A pale gentle hand turned the hourglass
Of my soul
Stalking the alabaster moon
I rejoined once more
Those who follow the dream
Cutting through crests
Time the scythe of a barque
Treads a song of brothers to sisters of paradise
The prow our ship a searching
Arch-ed carrying the whispered will
Of wishings an ambition to our hearts
Pursuing the alchemy of the moon
Leaping from the shoals
A single white rose this beacon to follow
The mariners we of her phantasmal
Blown by the hunger in blood and breath
Drifting in the calm thunder tethered to a single kiss
Full of stars and the land
A pale gentle hand turns the hourglass
Of my soul
The ghost in our throats calling
Seducing answers to the lamplet
Painted faces of splendour in her horizons distant
She softly sings us closer
Passage through the veils
Drawing on this our meandering ark
An endless ribbon of red flows behind
The vein of each passing quest
As this ship awash the glinting semblance of her face
I have chosen like my brothers, my sisters; to be the seafarer
To search her shadow
Pursue the alabaster moon
Her pale gentle hand
Filled with stars and the land
Turns the hourglass of my soul
Isis the light and by Dianna named
Magdalena’s rose of mystery proclaimed
The witchcraft of the feminine
Thus the sail-ed cutter of waves and dreams
Embarked
Billowed on clouds
The diamond sea we gather
Compass point to reflection
The full moon risen alabaster
Her pale gentle hand
Filled with stars and the land
Turned the hourglass of my soul
(Acciaccatura; An ornament note that is one half step or one whole step below a principal
note and is sounded at the same time as the principal note, adding dissonance to a
harmony. a note in a music deliberately played out of key )
The pain is gone as God now holds her close..
Way to young to go but cancer was her foe..
An angel now in Heaven watching us through
a glassy mirror in peace..
Forever under her sweet sight , her touch and
warmth is now for God to please..
My sister Dianna who's beauty shined to all who
she came across...
Now lays in heaven surrounded by flowers watching
down on those who still feel her loss...
No more Doctors , no more pain..
When the time has come we all be the same..
"Reflection" contest by "Rambling Poet"
written by Michael J. Falotico
Dianna Poems
I searched my whole life,
for the perfect man,
No one seemed to measure up,
And I didn't understand,
Why part of me was empty,
Why I still felt cold.
Would it be this way forever?
WouId I feel the same when I'm old?
After searching my whole life,
The perfect man I couldn't see.
I couldn't take it anymore,
I said Lord help me please.
He said look deep inside you,
The answer was always there.
I couldn't tell you how to feel,
It was your cross to bare.
I did as a lord had asked,
I looked deep inside.
A calmness on overwhelmed me,
My heart was filled with pride.
The answer was always there,
The truth I always had.
I didn't have to look at all,
The perfect man is my dad.
Its still a happy time of year..
Although some gone cause a tear..
I remember Christmas as a child..
Now these Holidays are a bit mild..
The tree still has its array of lights..
And out my window the chill takes a bite..
If I could have one Christmas wish to send..
I would balloon up to heaven in a teardrop
to be with all you again...
Merry Christmas Dad, Dianna and Al...Miss you
Today is my Birthday
I am feeling very special!
I sit on the steps
Until he turns up at the gate
There he comes the postman with my present!
Now its time to tear it open
To see what's inside?
From my dear auntie Lily
Back inside Mum has the cake ready
Waiting on me
Happy Birthday to my little Dianna!
When my journey finally comes to an end
I’ll rest for an eternity
Ransom Elementary, my introduction to this scholastic life
Baskin Junior High any seduction kisses the plastic night
Crowville High School, the big green kennel
Franklin parish high school, Mangham high school
It was all seen and mental
Dark House Productions, my inner sights
The only darkness that kept me above the lights
When my journey ends, I’ll rest for an eternity
From C.D. and Mrs. Mary Smith
To my worst foster homes vary with this wish
My Closest Acquaintance, “June”
Carl was only suppose to sanction us to doom
Neal, Willie, the entire family of Eatons
Change my stars
But this misery I am forever keeping
When my journey ends, I’ll sleep for an eternity
Michael and Jamie, Aaron and Nicole
I swear, I’d want you all around forever, watch me grow old
From hustling to get back and forth to football
To working 3 and 4 jobs
Pushing my way through college to witness the soot fall
Pam, Jennifer, Eke, Ernest, Paul, and Chris
My birth mom, Miss Dianna Townes
It’s the memories we recall in this life we miss
To every I didn’t mention, you all know that
When my journey finally ends, I’ll rest for an eternity
Underneath the colors of our skin,
We're all the same..deep within.
By: Dianna Sprenkle
Do you remember that long-ago summer
Camping out down by the lake?
You, me, your sister, and my mother
And all of the memories we’d make?
How we strolled along the shore toward the dam
When we happened upon those twin coves
One with a sad little boat in the sand
And the other, a small, empty hole
The first of the two, you decided to name
The Lagoon With a Boat in It
And the second one, you proudly proclaimed
Was the Lagoon Without a Boat in It
Names can be tricky, and even absurd
But the point that I really am after
Is that a good friendship requires no words
When we say all we need with our laughter
It’s been many years since our camping trip
On the shores of Lake Nacimiento
And yet it was all of your jokes and your quips
That are still my favorite mementos.
For Dianna Parker
Of all the things I could mean
The little dreams we come to be
Beneath the porch lights dim
My mind begins to wander slightly grim
And if you can’t help me seem
A little less worried now
I touched your lips this morning
And walked out on life
Broken beneath a crush
I sat out all night
And if you can help me sing
A little less worried now
Up and against the dawn
If you could help me settle in
A single gasp to bring me to my feet
No reasoning beyond this measurement
And if you can’t help me seem
A little less worried now
Dianna, sweetheart
They let me know of your fatherless damn
Your savior, your breaded Jesus
That’s not who I am
And if you can help me sing
A little less worried now
"Articles from a revolver"
In the garden of time,
there blossoms a flower which is draped like a bride all in white.
Amidst the prismatic shimmer of the field,
this flower is the unchaste Dianna.
Deceiving the rationale of moral beliefs,
it betrays the human that gives it a glance.
It spreads its tender arms and wraps around the neck like a serpent coiled over its prey,
Lovers get lured by its charm as it pools them inside its cup.
And then floral beauty is nowhere to be found,
Perfidy takes control.
Day gets converted into dark,
All pay the toll.
Wrath and Animosity become guests alike,
Remorse drives its chariot drifting the Juno swans aside.
Apologies are less accepted,
And forgetting one another becomes the only way.
The foul play then comes to rest
As they have the beloved to detest.
You are warned not to stare at it
It's the flower, the flower of Infidelity.
Do you eat so much you make yourself sick?
Do you bite your nails right down to the quick?
Do you nibble on the food that you are cooking?
Do you pick your nose when nobody's looking?
Do you smoke one cigarette right after the other?
Do you wish you could be with someone other than your lover?
Do you drink to drink or just to get drunk?
Do you go to garage sales to buy other peoples junk?
Do you lie in bed and can't seem to sleep?
Do you actually try counting sheep?
Do you look in the mirror at the gray in your hair?
Do you gain alot of weight and just don't care?
Do you scratch yourself when no one's around?
Do you pick coins up off of the ground?
Do you sing to yourself when a song is playing?
Do you make believe you're listening to what others are saying?
Do you find that most of these questions relate to you?
Please don't worry, because it's what most people do!!!
By: Dianna Sprenkle
Hear Yee! Hear Yee! Let the freedom bell ring true
Peace, Justice and Brotherly Love and songs of hallelu.
For We Americans believe that it is our birth rite
To stand up for the ones we love-especially when we fight!
So to wage war against us is a foolish thing to do-
Freedom is our way of life and this advice is free to you.
If you feel your life means nothing and you really want to try
Then keep right on acoming-for certainly you will die!
We're a peaceful people, but we'll fight you to the end
Because we love AMERICA-and this land we will defend!
By: Dianna Sprenkle