Best Honors Poems
The highest of honors bestowed by Man pales before God's humblest blessing!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
13 August 2018
It is not in parades or days
We find the fitting honors.
It is not in displays or ways
We bring our veterans praise.
The highest honors silence knows;
In hearts and eyes and poses.
In hearts that burst with gratitude
And eyes where weeping flows.
In poses where the comrade stands
Stretched tall in firm salute.
They honor others with their hands
Without a word, stand resolute.
In silence lift our veterans.
In honor, stop and remember when
A father, mother, son or daughter
Gave themselves for the brethren.
Silence comes and calls: “at ease”
And comforts loved ones lost.
We too find solace and reprieve
While heaven cares for these.
November first, day of the dead
Full of traditions, honoring the fallen
We light a red candle at sunset
Lay a table of food for the deceased
Eat sugar skulls, signifying bringing dead to life within ourselves
Masks and signs are paraded in a festival’s procession
Celebrating the cycle of life and death
November first, day of the dead
Pall bearers in uniforms, tall and erect,
Taps resonating; eerie, their profound lament.
Freedom lay in your skilled hands,
Troops skirmishing in open fields; brothers, a band
Defend and protect was the charge that day,
Bloody the battle that took your life away.
A casket draped in red, white and blue;
Hands over grieving hearts, in honor of you.
Cannons and rifles, a ceremonial salute,
An act of pride and dignity resolute.
January 29, 2017
I get up on the stage
do my act.
The rest is
up to the audience.
When I die
I will face the Judge
salute and say the lines
Don Schaeffer reporting as ordered
Sir. The General will turn
in an abbreviated answer to my salute
and dismiss me.
Hope Dawn's Welcoming Breath Honors Your Sought After Desires
May wonderful colors and beautiful dreams be your take
I pray rhyming rhapsody sings to your heart's deep content
Heaven's blessings with God's love be your dawn's every cake
Sweet happiness with loving family's your time well spent
Hope dawn's welcoming breath honors your sought after desires
Dear and true romance brings you joy's romantic burning fires.
Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme
April 19th, 1972
Old Note: April 19th 1972
Poem is a dedication to all poets everywhere.
New Note: 9-25-2023
May God bless world's poets everywhere.
God’s tears line up with yours in solidarity
Some might think it is a gloomy day.
The rain brings you peace, for it brings unity
You feel one with this gray universe
I see but keep my thoughts to myself
Letting you bask in the rain you have earned
God’s gift to you, to revitalize and refresh
Feelings that may need to be taken out and listened to
The forecast may seem bleak to others
I know better
I know this is the day you ordered
To suit your mood
God sees your pain and honors it
He knows sunshine would be blatantly disrespectful
You are alone in your thoughts, strumming a guitar
Singing lyrics too beautiful to share
Don’t suppose the victory was yours alone
The laurels you wear proudly a solo affair,
For in you are the talents of your ancestors
Much teaching from others residing there
The encouragement of your loving peers
Urging applause you received along the way
Those who trained you and buoyed you up
Who set records you worked so hard to break
Be sure to thank them for support they gave
Who sponsored the events in which you excel
Remembering to see a victory as the culmination
Of all the times you didn’t do nearly so well.
Written November 9, 2022
Ever wonder what difference it might make
To relinquish a trophy for someone else's sake
Who needs a win in their life right then
When you have a history of getting the win?
Ever wonder what difference it might make
To give up what would be easy to take
To realize the other fellow needs to score
While you only crave one laurel more?
Ever wonder what difference it might make
To pass up that honor without being fake
By genuinely setting your own need aside
Helping someone else to crest the tide?
Ever wonder what difference it might make
To learn the value of being opaque?
While seeing another enjoy the limelight
You might gain for yourself a valuable insight.
He stands, mocking, full of his worth
and crowned by stinging opinion
He’s won. By one.
‘Not even one whole point’ I want to say
to everyone - ‘by a rounding error.’
We rejoice in wooden dialogue
snaps are fired, content is captured
I feel ridiculous and awkward
As the great pageant ends,
he leans in, in a hugging action
but I will not grow dainty with this - prince
- and I step out of his hands
"Seriously?” I mumble, shivering.
.
.
.
There’s an old saying (in my family), "Show me a happy loser and I'll show you a loser - show me an unhappy loser and I'll show you a loser."
hONORs CLASS by James Edward Lee Sr.
The Teacher
That teaches
Class drops out
Honors bestowed by men upon one, his heart may certainly please
But only the blessings of our Lord, the pain in his heart could ease
© Demetrios Trifiatis
02 April 2018
If my hair could talk to God above miraculously
It would express praises and thanks to Him joyfully
For His grace, mercy and love shown constantly
Flowing along His provisions’ banks abundantly!
Yes, my hair would delight in God for cleansing water
Reminding His Word’s sanctifying power
Along His forgiveness that’s ready to deliver
Repentant souls seeking it through their confession-prayer!
Indeed, my hair would glory in God’s holiness-beauty
Appreciating each of His creation’s poised dignity
Declaring, “How privileged is earth’s humanity
To bear the image of the perfect Maker’s quality!”
My hair, for sure, would salute God for His wisdom
Since He knows the number of all hair strands in the kingdom
Even those that split away from hair-style boredom
And the ones that fall to find their much-sought freedom!
Never would my hair question God’s will
As to why it’s not bouncing, but kinky, or staying straight still
And why is it losing its luster despite the color-refill
For truly, the Lord cares, though head could be baldly ill!
How glad could my hair be in receiving God’s compliment
For being a healthy-strong covering in its useful involvement
Of its smooth and vibrant service as my crowning ornament
With its silky-wavy flexibility midst weather’s disagreement!
So, here’s my hair, deciding to be God-honoring
Always sweet-smelling against worldly fragrances’ devouring
Witnessing the Lord’s faithfulness and peaceful nurturing
Until it be gray, awaiting eternal, glamorous repairing!
~Whispers lies or truths your words have power that's your voice rain down love and honor~
4/5/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Father – thy name is Strength
And Courage
And Wisdom
Forever art thou the castle
And the Fortress
Of my Faith
Thy name shall be eternal
Within the Mansions
Of my many Dreams
They are your Dreams
And my life
Is your life
Even unto infinity
As the seed gently planted in the soil
Lives and Dies
And lives yet more…
So, too, do the Hopes and Aspirations
Of Fathers live in
Their Sons
And Time Honors them!