Best Legacies Poems
Senator Edward Kennedy introduced "The affordable health care act"!Barack Obama implemented"The affordable health care act"and had some "Legislative flack,but this "Affordable Health Act " was made "Law"and that is a fact!They tried to shut the "Law" down,and "The American People said that that was not sound,and "Affordable Health Care should stay around in every "State",and in every town! John McCain,Susan,and Lisa spoke up,and said that this "LAW"should not be replaced ,because those who are "American Citizens have a real right to have "Health Care in this "United States"!!!! The "American Flag" is now more respected,because "Affordable Health Care was not neglected,and this is what "Americans have detected: "We The People" feel that we all are respected!President Donald Trump moved in the right direction,and "Detected"that our "Allies"were not paying their "Fare share",and President Donald Trump put controls on foreign imports that were sucking "America"dry,and "Donald" realized that "Americans" can create products and sell our product "World Wide"! Americans need to have "Dignity,Power,Love,and Pride!!Let us love : Do not be afraid of loving too much! Love is the fulfilling of "The Law"!!!! We can discern the infinite in the finite of "The Ideal Made Real"!!! Senator Edward Kennedy,President Donald Trump,President Barack Obama,Senator John McCain,Senator Lisa,Senator Susan have did some good,and in their legacies we see that they can ,and could!!!!!
Ghosts in my mind, I feel your influence
And value your life and legacy.
I hear your voice through the years
And feel regret that you have gone,
That time and death separate us.
I see the need to perpetuate
Those beginnings which you held dear,
To collect the fragments of your dreams
And carry them forward with my own
So that the meaning of your life remains.
Our hist'ry books are filled with famous names
Brave men who sacrificed and persevered
Some men reach greatness simply playing games
While some find courage, challenging what's feared
To be remembered after one has died
A light that shines through centuries of dark
We hope our children bear our name with pride
Though vain, we'd like to think we've left a mark
But lofty legacies are built by fate
And usually evade the common man
One barren generation cleans the slate
Time unimpressed, forgets our short life span
For me, I've fostered trees instead of peers
I'm told, some species live a thousand years...
by Daniel Turner
Leave legacies of love and light,
fame and fortune is not worth the fight.
-Adeleke Adeite.
Halls of steel and concrete,
massive Cyclopean towers
of immodesty where moguls
bask in gross extravagance.
Children in neglect,
souls with haggard faces,
ekeing out their livelihoods
with hopes and modest means.
Versions of prosperity;
the rich man pads his pockets while
the poor man haunts his tenement,
struggling to smile.
A Myriad of loving voices echo through my memories
Ghosts of those who touched my soul
And gifted me their legacies
Along the way there has been reckless peril on my stormy seas
There was but one who Salvaged me
Who saved me from my misery
Anchored me and kept me safe
and now at last I get to taste
The comfort of a warm embrace
For now I live without disgrace
September 30th 2019
Story of my life contest
Sponsor : Silent One
Playing football earned me a concussion
Basketball tore the cartilage in my knee
Running cross-country sprained me my ankle
While boxing knocked the sense out of me
Throwing a curveball ruined my elbow
Swimming lap after lap did 'fix' my shoulder
My erratic golf swing left my back in a knot
And I've arthritis everywhere, now I've grown older
...for Hart Crane
Halls of steel and concrete,
massive Cyclopean towers
of immodesty where moguls
bask in gross extravagance.
Children in neglect,
souls with haggard faces,
ekeing out their livelihoods
with hopes and modest means.
Measures of prosperity;
the rich man pads his pockets while
the poor man haunts his tenement,
struggling to smile.
Legacies of October
Pinstripe domination
Out of nowhere perfection
Pittsburgh’s unexpected celebration
The great Dodger rotation
Gibby’s game 1 animation
69 defies explanation
Green and gold covered the nation
The queen city was king during the second Nixon administration
Reggie’s single-handed ruination
Bean town’s 86 devastation
The heroic apparition
Atlanta’s autumn frustration
An eight decade delayed coronation
...for Hart Crane
Halls of steel and concrete,
massive Cyclopean towers
of immodesty where moguls
bask in gross extravagance.
Children in neglect,
souls with haggard faces,
ekeing out their livelihoods
with hopes and modest means.
Measures of prosperity;
the rich man pads his pockets while
the poor man haunts his tenement,
struggling to smile.
Mother died at the honorable age of one hundred and one
Born a Gemini, she died under a different constellation
So familiar to us, her old life was different from everyone
Without frills, pale pretences or any mental augmentation
Mother was real, and she understood what I never forgave
In her. All my life I wanted her to claim her material rights,
To consume her pride on something defiant of the grave
Of father that bequeathed her a wounded gourd with blights;
To marshal us a promise that we could not see in our gift.
All my life outside the edge of her experience I’ve yearned
To castle her pedigree on the status of hope’s starved thrift
And yet every offering I brought by her shrine was spurned.
She had her wealth invested where nothing rust, and life
For her was all she was giving to us. It was a strange gift
The legacy she bequeathed us, and sometimes her truths knife
Sorrows to our dreams, burden with no wind or song to lift
Us from our extremes. Mother’s wealth was her children
And for each of us again her God would empty his heaven.
With bowed heads and fervent prayer
we shed our tears with broken hearts
in memory of those no longer here,
those memories are now set far apart.
Names listed on the TV screen
the familiar ones heard from another century,
Benedict and Barbara Walters,
other famous names upon the altar,
Unfamiliar names are forgotten yet last
pushed back into our past
the heroes, saints, and sinners once cast;
these then there are the names often unheard,
familiar but unknown to the public lives interred
by family, friends, and the dearly beloved
who revealed the truths in life discovered
by the children and pictures that remain
and we take stock of all we've lost and all we've gained,
holding on tight to their legacies and their names.
Take a moment, if you will
to ponder the situation of government at will.
Representatives of the people they claim
yet, individual indiscretions gain greater fame.
Racist ramblings dress a deep inner rage
rise to the surface from pasts poorly displayed.
Whiteout and black face strayed
openly upon the political stage.
Sexual innuendo and exploitations
feign threat and menace of illegal immigration.
Tax dollars that can never satisfy
the budgetary ingredients of a mince pie,
build a wall, large and stout
keep everyone in and the others out.
Gone is the give and take
lessons lost of passed mistakes.
What price does the future hold
for democratic legacies of old?
Open eyes, how do we boldly go
to the freedom for the republic we know?
...for Hart Crane
Halls of steel and concrete,
massive Cyclopean towers
of immodesty where moguls
bask in gross extravagance.
Children in neglect,
souls with haggard faces,
ekeing out their livelihoods
with hopes and modest means.
Measures of prosperity;
the rich man pads his pockets while
the poor man haunts his tenement,
struggling to smile.
Pick up the picture,
Half are gone,
Deceased and gone,
I wish-
I could bring those eras back,
The eras of beloved ladies living,
True ladies of legacies,
Left us all behind,
Now onward we press.