Best Memorialized Poems
With just one glance her enchanting smile won
Cadence of his heart crooning: she was the one
And fairy-tale of sweethearts had thus begun
Stealing stealthily the missives of alluring eyes
Gawking sundown on ebullient magenta skies
Welcoming newfound tempo passions bestow
In temple of his soul where halos of love glow.
Tethered to that moment strums song of yore
Serenading love, lauding memories sublime,
Extolling moment divine, firmly etched in time,
Never conquered since, nor tendered before,
Pulsing strings of hearts its rhythms now implore
Gilded autumns of fervor to forever blaze ardor
As melodies romantic soar, warbling evermore.
Years have traversed, yet, he treasures that smile
Eloquent in her style, as sensuous eyes beguile,
While tolling bells of fate blissful hymns chime:
Oh! how one sweet moment became a lifetime,
Neither shall it wither, nor fade from its prime;
This moment divine, now memorialized in time~
Tethered to it journeys, his blessed life sublime.
August 30, 2021
Poem of the week on September 5, 2021
Placed 1st: This or That, Vol 6 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: Tethered To A Moment
Seldom in life does one feel the effects,
Of another’s SIXTY YEARS of lifespan;
But now and again, God gives us respect,
For the lives of extraordinary men.
Such was the case, with the ‘Walkin Man’s Friend,’
His own walk, amazingly profound;
A Patriot’s son, from beginning to end
A selfless giver whose story astounds.
Early on it showed—he really liked cars,
And his boat—he was at home on the sea;
But his love for people, numbered like stars,
Is what made him a genuine Marquis!
A lifelong athlete, he loved every sport,
A tough competitor, true to the Word;
His epic philanthropy—giving limitless support,
To worthy causes, about which he’d heard!
A family man—who departed far too early,
Happy-go-lucky, his legacy today;
This mountain of a soul, faithful and burly,
"Smile, be happy, live well"—he'd now say!
During this hard time, as together we grieve,
Recalling his humor, right up till the end;
Live a little bit extra, each day for our Steve,
Now forever memorialized as—the Walkin' Man’s Friend!
O'er fields strewn with harvested evergreens,
There ventured a marine from Queens,
His flesh were a slight inky, his clothing was ragged,
No more alive, flowing in dread and haggard.
All around him darkness loomed quite blue,
Once a fair surround, radiant and imbue,
In the light he walked there, shadowed by fear,
But tragic winds did jinx his heart severe.
Then wondering thro' rain and stormy clouds,
Opaque in brittle hues, ghostly in shrouds,
With white shades of bubbling horror his evermore,
A mere ripple in earth's waters he'd deplore.
Onwards thro' the crushing storm he trekked,
The landscape ahead was defiantly suspect,
Its dour horizon presented a challenge to survey,
Where the sounds of thunder it rapt his day.
In raucous rumbles the marine heard the sky,
As frightening, with spawns of black fly,
Memorialized in his sleep, to haunt him evermore,
Then have brews of mystique he'd explore.
And a bejewelled goose would decorate his path,
There draped in quaint linen it felt his wrath,
Murmuring quietly the water bird flew into the light,
As bright as the sun, in some alluring plight.
To dream of despair, tenebrous in its imagery,
Hypnotic, muttering of death and infinity,
There with the wink of an eye he let the sunshine in,
His mother then smiled at her miracle kin.
She'd been there all along thro' his tribulation,
That struggle of low bumps and amputation,
Rosemary oil bid him comfort there as he woke,
From a coma it were, but horrors did evoke.
Down the pallid rush of melancholy misfortune,
A marine was reunited with life all impromptu,
His will to live it were strong after what he'd seen,
So two bungalows he obtained from a queen.
It was midnight,
solemn residue in the moonlight
inched along the staircase shadows began to sway,
a flickering of candlelight
resting in sensual delights
my eyes pondered the unseen vision at play.
An image unimaginable, my scenario scenes
innate desires that rose somewhere from deep within
this wanton daydreamer dreams
the lustful love caress waiting to begin.
Without a gown, un-coiffed locks,
a humming raptured purr un- dressed
a vision memorialized in the silent stillness of the night
slow and methodical,
content with her tease egress
descending toward my body in unspeakable delight.
Hovering and suddenly exposed by the gloaming
my foot halted held in gravity's laws
emulsifying the first step as I paused
a mere image of the night stalker's roaming
the silkened cat's meow revealed her claws.
for John Lawless
Nude- descending a staircase
The artist Hokusai memorialized,
In his woodblock print of raging seas,
The great wave off Kanagawa,
That brought Nippon to its knees.
Again the modern rising sun is caught,
In the wrath of shifting plates,
And the belch of a feral tsunami,
Which left millions unsure of their fates
Waves swallowed the archepelico.
Mount Fuji stood at the ready to defend.
The islands won the battle with nature,
But Japans ill's will take years to mend.
Grace and will fills the souls of surviviors
Ancestors fortitude flows through their veins.
They will try to accept lifes yin and yang,
While resolving the tragedy that remains.
The flying cranes wings are strong.
Broad and feathered to deal with lifes tests.
Through centuries they have learned many lessons,
On how to rebuild and strengthen their nests.
what will you be remembered for when you have passed away?
what do you think most people will probably have to say?
what things would you like to be most memorialized about?
what things about you would your friends and family shout out?
what have you accomplished in life? what good works and deeds have you done?
where you a devoted servant of God or a disobedient one?
what significant mark on this world do you hope to leave?
will there be anyone around who for you will mourn or grieve?
will you have touched any souls or enriched any minds?
what type of lasting and living legacy will you leave behind?
when it comes time to take that final ride in that black stretch limo
what of your life's accomplishments will you want people to know?
for as naked as the day that you first appeared on this earth
what bare facts do you wish people would remember about you first?
a lasting and living legacy, your entry in the book of eternal life
will it be a legacy as a disciple of the Lord Jesus Christ
to have been a member of the family of the Most Holy Lord
to have been one who was called to come and get aboard
for you can't bargain, you can't scheme and to Him you cannot bribe
to have a place in God's heart where only truth and goodness reside
so as you travel your life's journey keep God always on your mind
don't sweat the small stuff not buy into the devil's lies
now turn to your sons, to your daughters, nieces and nephews
the future generation you need to reach out to
the children, the continuous legacy of our very lives
our children, the next generation of servants for Jesus Christ
introduce them to the Lord and leave a faith in them so strong
show them that your life was a living testimony to the Kingdom of which you belonged
let the children know that God has given them love, power and self-discipline
show them that there's nothing to fear but fear in the end
help them discover the gift to them that God did give
their true purpose, passion and destiny for which they should live
tell them that this faith has always been in your family
the inheritance of belief a lasting and living legacy
pass the baton of faith so your memory will keep on living
fan the flame of faith that which to you God has given
a strong belief system that you will pass on down the line
by living and leaving a legacy that will be remembered for all time
As I reflect for a moment to consider my content,
My soul is astonished to decipher a life well spent.
I hope it's not my mood that will soon pass away;
But rather, a truth that I will discover today.
You see, I have pouted for most of my existence
Despite a determination that kept me going the distance. .
Wealth has escaped me, and beauty has crept away
Struggle has been my partner as I've ventured everyday.
Being my worst enemy is an emotion I have mastered
While defeats overshadow my accomplishments ever after.
And, I've often declared that should I ever pass away,
It should be memorialized as being my happiest day.
So, I stand here bewildered by the notion I am teasing
I'm blindsided thinking that life might have been pleasing.
I have slipped on my journey, but never did I fall-
Maybe the universe has blessed my life path after-all
And if so, how could my thinking have been so corrupted
And, why is my mindset being so sweetly interrupted?
Whatever the reason and for whatever the measure
I welcome the enlightenment and delight in the pleasure.
Moby Dick, geometry, physics.
Study every subject everyday.
Homework is an indicator of future success.
Success is not necessarily happiness but it helps.
Freedom is to formulate your own definition of success.
Happiness is an imaginary tree, its own reward, and a fact.
Facts and fiction may be memorialized in memos or found in dreams.
The story starts thus: Each summer the honeysuckles and the
huckleberries . . .
The web is that extra brain we've all been dreaming of having.
Like jumping 4 meters or flying without a plane.
To fly like that must one first have homework?
Some say yes, some say don't. It depends on how you vote.
Happiness is what happens when everything that happens
Fits the time perfectly and it's all out of your hands.
Not exactly. You don't let go of the steering wheel while driving fast in
the passing lane.
You look left and right and check your blind spots.
Homework is an introduction to everything you're not
And all you do not know. It's supposed to help you learn to know where
you want to go before going where you have to go.
Otherwise you end up on Ulzana's raid
Bleeding, without a bandaid.
All the achievement in the world won't relieve your loneliness
Or satisfy your sexual longing. What girls are like behind their eyes.
Survival, procreation. That's all there is to love.
But the loved one is the one who can be trusted with your life.
Whether Christ or your wife. The Muslim moms.
On my walk in the woods I come to a sitting spot
Above a small gorge cut by a stream through hemlocks.
Here someone has left a statuette of the Buddha and the flags you see
Flapping in the wind at sky funerals.
This is a pretty good place to sit quietly and think about homework.
Conflicts have raged upon the disputed soils of earth since before men began to record them. But there have been other conflicts less recorded, less lauded, but more redoubtable, oh, so much more. These were no less bloody than those who drained the life from promising generations, but they were more certain in their calculated rage, and arguably precipitated those lesser skirmishes. For they did not inhabit those regions of memorialized ground, but were carried within by those who fell there, and were carried away by those who lived to tell. For these were those conflicts within men of which none other could compare. In ferocity they were rivaled by none, and of that blood which flowed, unnumbered hearts proved an endless wellspring to slake the thirst of a thousand earths. And so, from the lacerated soul pours a bitter bile, a perpetual disquiet. This is the madness within every walking corpse, the insanity shadowing every potential good. Such is a sadness beyond all tears ever shed. It is the mutant upheaval within every son of man. Bowels of a deep and groaning lament, seething within and without; the fetid breath of a million rages. It is the conflict within... G.R.L.
Someday Sunday
Someday came on Sunday
for little Billy Jones.
Born with such a sickness
that started in his bones.
He used to love to smile
as he watched his friends play.
He'd look up to his mommy
and say I'll walk someday.
Instead no matter where they went
he'd say “Look over there!”
The next place they would go
pushing Billy in his chair.
Life's not always easy
sometimes there's tears we cry.
But when someday came Last Sunday
Little Billy did not die.
Billy told his mom I love you
and I'll see you again.
Then Billy when to heaven
and he ran just like the wind.
In honor of his memory
and the courage he had shone.
The someday that was Sunday
is memorialized in stone.
Edwin C Hofert
Thinking of all that Memorial Day brings,
our flag, our country, who we are, "let freedom ring".
Many veterans are remembered, this day,
they march through our memory, passing this way.
Those that lived, those that died,
served this country with passion and pride.
They are memorialized, each and every one,
rising to the occasion, to do what was asked, it was done.
Sometimes we forget what this holiday is about.
It is about remembering and honoring, there is no doubt.
It is so much more than, the start of the summer season.
To celebrate our freedom, our country, the real reason.
We must never forget what happened to bring us to this day.
And all that it stands for, so we can remember, so we can pray.
Fragile and vulnerable
that moment when time began in God's mind
memorialized and marked by human kind.
Precious and wonderful
that first shared loving heart breath of the creator
formatting earth, water, forest, for a new curator.
Freed and fallen
image of the self revealed in man's original purpose
openly hidden by acted deeds beneath the surface.
Natural and beautiful
in simplest and faithful admiration
still bows in submissive adoration
but man
Alienated
puffed up in his selfish heart's worth and knowledge
sets himself above all with self indulgent homage.
Job 12:7-10
“But now ask the beasts, and let them teach you;
And the birds of the heavens, and let them tell you.
Or speak to the earth, and let it teach you;
And let the fish of the sea declare to you.
Who among all these does not know
That the hand of the Lord has done this,
In whose hand is the life of every living thing,
And the breath of all mankind?
Starry Night
There are moments in your life that will live in your heart forever
Moments that will take your breath away
Indelibly etched into your very soul.
And will never be forgotten.
Memorialized.
My first such moment was laying on my back at night
Looking up at the night sky in awe.
Taking in the wondrous splendor
Of the heavens above
Mesmerized
The band of the Milky Way stretched across the length of the sky
Blazing a trail of light as far as the eye could see
A myriad of stars too numerous to count
Brning into my retinas
Hypnotized
Although that night was so long ago I recall it so vividly
I can call to mind the awe it filled in me
If I live to be a hundred years old
I will never forget.
Crystalized.
For me those moments are food to nourish my soul
Such happy memories for when sadness calls
When I need to remind myself
It happened to me
Realized
There was no social media to share this wondrous moment with
No cellphone camera to record for future posterity
Only my minds eye to recapture it
And play it back again.
Memorized.
For eternity.
When one is alive all his/her faults are apparent,
Their presence is rarely appreciated,
Folks spend time with them, killing hours,
All their shortcomings are highlighted,
and blown out of proportion,
As soon as they depart from this life,
Their name is held in high regard,
Their popularity subject to distortion,
Every memory is precious and sentimental,
All the negatives are suddenly forgotten,
Idolization begins........,
Every word, action or deed is memorialized
forever, even the naysayers come forth with
fondness,
In death, one is raised above reproach.....
Caution taken (lathering
exposed epidermis with sun screen)
against harmful innocuous
rich (Times New Roman)
12 font ask tick sun yet sen sate)
refulgent radiant balm
unequivocal panacea medicinal luxuriant calm
on par with a old
sister wives tale remedy me late mom,
would magically construe
to alleviate home sickness qualm
post pledge initiation invocation befriending
Jason the Argonauts and Major Tom
dizzyingly zipping thru space
in search of the golden fleece,
(which acquisition
ranked as a no brainer)
which recollection, sans above exploit flashed
(at greased lightening speed) this peace
full May afternoon, a pitch perfect spring day,
one adequately oxygenated
air supply crowded house
legendary fete of the rising son momentarily
sol limb lee flared concluding with reverberating
(though decades elapsed
since fortuitous galactic heralded
world wide web panegyric
broadcast cosmos wide),
then with just as quick
memorialized recollection
prominently recalled,
said remembrance as things past
vis a vis denouement across Universe
with Poof! lifelong (black hole sun hopping)
capping achievement did surcease.
Ah...such blinding realistic provocation sparked
via pure imagination
upon one earthly terrestrial beast
Sunkist soaking raiment sequestered
within corner nook decreased
with onset of dusk, a mind bending
dreamy experience least
expected while nonchalantly fantasies take flight
basking (with robins)
in an angulated nook sky height
upon premises of Highland
Manor Apartment out of sight
from the buzzer (I may as well be
a million miles away),
thus poetic justice end trite.