Best Memorials Poems

I roam through cactus  and moonlight,
never knowing how old marrow can be fleshed
from pores sewn in blank  lines of endings  ~
and here I am among rows of a year’s diary;
these  hands sanded by memorials
of  famine and feast ; sometimes wrinkled
by...

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I used to live in France, near the Champagne region.
My favorite Notre Dame cathedral is not the one in Paris;
Rather it is Notre Dame de Rheims.

After many battles, Jeanne D'Arc helped the Dauphin Charles
Be crowned the king of France there.

There are many statues in France...

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My father's bone is in his grave
My mother's bone the same
But your bones battered by the wave
Are found in children's game

They collect them for their colors
The nearest thing to pearl
A child may own; time murmurs
Against our sandy world

Mollusk shrines and cockle shells
It's all your kingdom...

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One scene
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What is your earliest memory
of sacred birdsong voices?

How is this memory
the same and different than
your internal intimate Sacred EarthMother's Song?

Of sacred gospel and secular gossip
differentiating WinWin GoodNews
from WinLose we could go either way
more discerning and hesitant strains,
and LoseLose siren screeches,
slaps,
rapes,
domestic tensions,
secular depressions
diminishing keys of synaptic...

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Vines shroud headstones on graves 
      like veils that that cover the face, 
      like sunglasses the hide the eyes reddened with tears,
      like arms of strangers, en-wrapping sympathy with...

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Rank me in the dimmest of lights
sweet salvation deliver me into his bliss
mark my heart with the eternal desire to be one of them
fitting in the most exposed weeds
filter my soul and make me believe
i can wake up tomorrow and he will be there
bittersweet oblivion,...

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They stand there. these enigmas of time
 placard markings, memorialized remembrances refined
 of less than a better age, 
 seemingly forever on wars rampage.

The making of immortalized imposing images dissidents
 destruction of both soldier and innocent citizens
 that paint a picture blackened to dark and...

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Memorials 

They have gone, not a trace left, but memories
leaves are getting yellow. No denying fall is here
Me, a sole survivor, standing on a plateau
of nothingness where the dust of years blows.
It was those years who supported you here,
I shall not climb the outside pf...

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Ego forms into a spoke
person's vocation
As eco-political wisdom
flowers in a wheel.

Ego
is to left brain dominance
as eco-habitat
is to interdependent
elder
right hemisphere prominence.

Ego
is to internal wealth
as cooperative Eco-nomics
is to external polynomial health.

Ego
healthy roots
from resonant compassion,
co-enlightenment;
EcoSystems 
wealthy flower
in resilient communion,
co-empowerment.

Ego
is to power of day
as Eco
is to moonlight's 
fluid night.

Ego
is...

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The way one touches the hearts and minds of others 

would become memorials of his passage through life! 










© Demetrios Trifiatis 
      01 MAY 2020...

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Reflections on a Wall

From the valley floor
A stone arises,
Straight walls of polished blackness,
In between rolling, grassy knolls
Hidden in their cleft –
Arms open wide,
Welcoming pilgrims
Who in pilgrimage approach
It’s darkened face, 
Burdened by their tears
Written on a page, 
Wounded hearts, reopened,
In time and from far away
In air...

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