Best Monument Poems

The sultry jungle steams its vapid breath
Choking and drowning with humid hate
Life crawls and scurries struggling to and fro
A pyramid of roughly hewn green block rises
A stunning mountain out of place
Creeping vines grasp and control
Embracing greedily everything within reach 
Serpents dance in the obscuring shadows
While...

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Forgotten but here
Remembered yet never there
Why do you exist?...

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Built with the sweat and blood of slaves,
the Colosseum is a monument of greatness
to testify the glorious might of Rome...
in the arena, chariots fights were awesome!


Romans cherished the stately structure to escape boredom, 
but death lurked above as gladiators heard loud cheer
and sharpened their swords...

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a crystal fountain
iced water by cold weather 
commemoration
...

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I sit in the sand
With my knees in my hands
Just staring out at the sea
Contemplating
The meaning of life
And maybe the meaning of me

For all that I've done
And all that I've won
Is that the meaning of life
To live and to build
To follow the guild
With a family...

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Nigh on ninescore year hae I
Preside o'er thaes city faer
But i' shoundna be me on thaes stule
In Mad King Gaerge's Squaer

In life a saemple claerk o' law 
Who frae Edinburrah hael
'nd 's kent tae woo thae lasses
Wi' an auld ramaentic tael

Naw I set upon mae...

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He died with his money on;
In soft gardens where wealth
Is spent on stone reminders
For rotting bodies, he lies.

The elm and cedar bend with winds
Over nature's debt delayed.
A weathered angel stands
Leaning cold benediction.

Her outstretched hand
Has missing fingers.
Her pensive smile
Is wry with chinks.

Near his grave she daily...

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In the chilled space of time,
There she stood—unperturbed;
There she stood, cold and motionless
As if a victim of death, but not dead;
There she stoically stood—challenging
All of nature; even man himself—daring.

There she stood—leafless—her tall skeleton
Piercing the sky as if a monument to her life
And being—a naked statue...

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Lurking amongst shabby, impenetrable, undergrowth,
cloistered effigy is sheltered from casual view,
languishing, neglected, forgotten... but content.

No longer possessing a name; no longer serving a purpose;
whatever inscription once etched thereupon is
long-since faded, lost to the whimsical wisps of time.

In bygone years, its bronze cheeks would be flushed;
embarrassed,...

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Awareness drifts in a pool of sinew, flesh, fat, muscle, cartilage, hair, nail, bone, sodden skin, fluid, bile, excrement, blood, swirling in the maelstrom; in its belly thought. 
Clarity forgotten, dissolved, flushed down the drain without Mercy. 
Bon Secours,
Bon Voyage.
©dbyrne June 2014...

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(1 Kings 8: 27)



I Would Build  YOU  Seven Pillars
Made of Pearls of Such Dimension- Prized
I Would Build  YOU  Ten Giant Columns
Made of Pure Crystals Up To The Skies

And On That Holy Edifice
of 400 Cubits Elevated To Size
I Would Build  YOU...

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(Deu. 32: 4 / Rom. 11: 33 / 1 Cor. 2: 10 / Ps. 104: 24 /1 Kings 8: 27)


Nature  -- Is Just  The Noble Hands of GOD
Setting Our Reality's Ruler & Cosmic Rod

Existence  -- Is Just His Massive-Energy
Radiating, Invigorating & Acting...

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Crazy Horse Monument

Up there! On the Black Hills Mountain, 1
A work in progress sculptured in granite,
Of a stern faced warrior, strong and determined, 2
Unadorned in a war bonnet, with his hair flowing in the wind,
And the White Buffalo Calf Woman’s seven values 3, 4
Written into...

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She is deaf 
He is blind 
An aged couple 
Now, neglected
And abandoned by
Their ‘’KIDS’’
She sees for him
He listens for him
Beggars are they now 
Just for living 
A living monument 
For love and negligence...

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Whatever our bodies could have done
If only, there was, little less of poison

The hoardings’ screaming. Loud
Drinking Coke was in. In fashion 

We sprayed aerosols in airs
Filled our bellies with alcohol

Artificial lights of late nights
Food sprayed with chemicals

Such a divine vehicle is the body
We compared it,...

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