Best Rememberance Poems
Lee's birthday 28.02.2020
Today is your birthday
There's so much I want to say
We're going to visit your special place
Hope to see your smiling face
I know you're looking down on us
Wondering what's all the fuss
We miss you Lee this is true
Looking up at the sky it's blue
Finca is the place to be
Sat with mother,brother and me
Chilling out having a laugh
Giving Adri a regimental bath
Gareth and I are working hard
This should be in a card
You are missed by everyone
Gone but never forgotten
I hope the angels are treating you nice
Not feeding you Berkshire rice
I'm hearing all about your family
So caring and kind just like thee
We visited your favourite place
Coffee and beer raised to the empty space
Then to l'Ampolla we did go
Along the beach waves did flow
Although it has been battered by a storm
All the family on good form
Tapas and beer want we did want
So we went to a local restaurant
Your birthday gave us a day off
We all enjoyed a beautiful scoff
So we're with you on this night
I'll get the round - see I'm not tight!
A true legend you're sorely missed
Tonight we will all get p×××ed
Happy birthday brother Lee
From Mum, Gareth and all the family
© Gordon Alexander
Mi Amigo
Flying Fortress Mi Amigo Remembrance
Mi Amigo
It happened in the year nineteen forty-four
Ten young lives from that day were with us no more
Flying a B17 bomber plane
A ten-man crew “Mi Amigo” her name
Returning from a raid over Denmark
Badly damaged and struggling back to her mark
Her radio dead and engine misfiring
The skin in tatters from all the shell firing
A nurse plane was left to guide her way home
But they lost sight in the clouds and presumed she was gone
But the pilot valiantly searched for the English coast
He needed to reach Charleston but managed Sheffield, their last post
It was just before five on that February day
Children in the Endcliffe Park with a football to play
Mi Amigo couldn’t wait, she had to come down
She spiraled and tried to land in the Park ground
The pilot he saw the children playing there
He lifted the nose and tried to climb in the air
There is a Memorial Stone in the park these days
They planted ten oak trees for the boys they couldn’t save
The boys were all American aged twenty-one to twenty-four
February Twenty Second, they were lost far from their own shore
The Pilot determined he missed the children and hit in the trees
Heroes to the parents of the children playing in that February freeze
My mother watched the plane as it struggled overhead
The engine sound and smoke from above filled them with dread
They had souvenirs made from the Perspex nose of the plane
But they are now lost like the lives of the boys that were claimed.
© Amanda Tams 2012
It was the anniversary in Feb of 10 American boys that died in a Park where I played as a child. My mother would normally have been playing there with the others, but she watched it from her sick bed at home as the plane passed yards from their roof. Although she was an eyewitness this information is from A book By D Harvey called Mi Amigo Sheffield's Flying Fortress
>Did you remember it today?
Did you stay quiet at 11 AM I say?
Were you out, or indoors?
Were you one 11 AM ignored?
I stood a moment on my own.
Was in my office all alone.
No one did me telephone.
Internet was off in my home.
I thought of all those brave men.
Did not forget there were women.
Gave their lives, that we one day.
Would give them two minutes, of one day.
But as I live this life of mine.
I remember them all the time.
Of those who are not by our side.
As up in heaven they abide.
I often wonder what would they say.
If alive and here today.
Would they be. As we are.
Afraid to say who we are.
By that I mean in countries far.
Say you're a Christian, if that's what you are.
Then be kidnapped or imprisoned too.
Could lose your head, or be lashed true.
I think they really would despair.
To see the world does not care.
For its people anywhere.
As all seem to be leaving their.
By their I mean what was their home.
As across, the world they roam.
From fighting wars I would flee.
But where to go. Would I come here?
Germany said you're welcome there.
But numbers grew so high. I fear.
Then other people from countries far.
Paid for bad passage to travel far.
Sadly then on the BBC News.
We could not miss those horrific views.
People drowned as boats capsized.
Dead children, brought tears to our eyes.
Would my friends if they were not dead.
Have a dry eye in their head?
Or have a tear like me instead.
Their training, could not help those dead.
I guess those brave men and women too.
Are glad not to see what we did do.
Their sights of war, were bad enough.
I'm glad they did not share, this horrid stuff.
I think they've had their share of strife.
I hope they are at peace for life.
In heaven that place, off so far.
Where soon we will reunite, at end of life.
So, did you stand for two minutes today?
For all those lives taken away.
And for the relief for all those fighting men.
Did you remember them, at 11 AM?
The above was written on the eleventh day of the eleventh month 2015 (TMA)<
Music
The food of love..
To nourish my soul
Keeping me warm,
Dear friend, in the cold.
We dance and sing
Yet you never judge
Or my crazy, wide-eyed
Fantasy begrudge.
Although my frame
May be slow and weak.
You see the truth..
My moves are sleek
With You I'm fleet of foot
And never shy.
No Strictly ballroom
Can deny..
My spirit
Soars on wings again
Like Eagles high..
A flippin' ten.
Oh tuneful friend
Oh dancing Queen of joy
You raise us all
Each girl.
Each boy.
In sleepless dreams
We never yawn
We are Aretha;
Freddie;
Bjorn.
There is no heart without you.
No tune we cannot bring.
No hidden corner
Too dark to sing.
No greyed out human.
No colourless soldier.
No battle lost, with You.
No thing is ever over.
For music brings
Eternal light
Scattering the shadows
Of the night..
Revealing hope
And peace and love.
A gift composed
From high above..
If the curtain closes
I can only say;
When the final meal is music
..then play.
Jinjagoliath
3rd October 2020
The terror came like a storm destruction like a whirlwind
distress and anguish upon my people again, again and again
How could this have happened to them?
betrayed by their own for a few trinkets and some gems
taken away from their families and from the motherland
forced to become slaves and property of an unrighteous man
Chained together and marched like prisoners on to those foreign ships
treated worse than mindless cattle; beaten, branded and whipped
crammed and packed together like sardines in a tin can
barely room to breath, barely room to stand
the stench and disease in that filthy dank place
our people dying in the darkness, no sun upon their face
some prayed for death others prayed for salvation
all prayed for God to end this horrible degradation
When I try to imagine the Middle Passage that my ancestors endured
I feel such anger and violence which I can ill-afford
but this Maafa is something that must be revealed
we must acknowledge it as a people so that we can one day heal
we must never forget the past nor our ancestors sacrifice
their blood is the root of our struggles, their hope the foundation of our lives
From the Congo to the Cross from the Middle Passage they arrived
from the Congo to the Cross their faith in God helped them survived
they sang songs of praise they sang songs of hope
they sang to Father God to give them the strength to cope
never forget the past and just keep hope alive
remember always the journey from which our ancestors derived
Maafa, Maafa in remembrance of their blood stains
the Middle Passage in our hearts it will forever remain
Dreared Rains sing patteringly
of Joy
forgotten warmth ray and
Bluebird's tripping
fall from nest-
So high from where
once again life
shall resume When the rains whisp-
per southern
Winds
A. Green
PARIS is in silence
All scared with all the violence
Hearts are breaking
From the violent awaking
The world is in mourning
For there was no warning!!
People were dancing and having fun
Within seconds there was a gun
Lord hear our prayers
As the world cares
AMEN x
Mother always tried to make precious moments through out our lives.
Where if someone needed a smile, or just to say wow.
We could remember the poclein precious moments we shared with family and, friends, and that is how this began.
As she slept I knew she was fighting for her life.
With her armor already on she prepared for battle.
Mother, can you hear me as I read to you, fighting along side of you?
Mother, can you hear her singing to you fighting along side?
Mother, can you feel her touch as she tries to be the strongest because she is your first born still fighting along side of you silently.
Honey, daddy says as he stay up watching you, fighting along side of you as you slept fighting for your life.
Mother, could you feel the silent prayers from your family and friends fighting along side of you.
The battle is over!
Now she is awake, but the war still goes on.
Still, not completely with us, mother continues to fight infections, pain medication and much more to get back to us.
Now she is back!
Fully recovered from her surgery, and this is what she had to say.
"My life was not in my hands". Mother said.
I could feel my body spliting into two and it was nothing I could do.
I was screaming for my loved ones with no avail.
They could not hear my voice, or so it seemed.
I was dead, alone, wishing for one more moment with them.
Just to let them know how much I loved them.
I knew I was in the valley of the shadow of death, fighting for my life because I knew how hard my family was fighting along side me.
Now!
Thinking back on that war, I can not do anything else but lift my hands up because...
I won. We won.
Even though I do not know what lies ahead of me, I will lift my voice to the lord and give him thanks because I was dead and now I am alive.
With all his love to share with others.
Dedicated to my mother
with all our love
On rememberance day we honour all
Each gave their best enduring call
God bless each one for being there
All our service men did their share.
Soldiers young and soldiers old
Fought in wars brave and bold
They fought in air, land and sea
If not for them where would we be.
Some lived while others died
As they fought side by side
They fought many a day and night
Their mission sure, their spirits bright.
Their loved ones bore a great pain
So many thoughts will never wane
We're proud of all the forces who
Fought for the red, white and blue.
We'll never let their special day
Their time of honour slip away
Though we may not know each name
We think of all who fought just the same.
© Hazel
In Memorial
You were my scent of freedom,
my sight of joy.
My song of Love,
my words of completion.
Time is easing pain and
Bolstering growth.
I’m thanking God for renewal,
Restoration,
And,
Reformation.
I let go, float the waters, and trust His ways…
Arrogance, sarcasm and suggestive wit,
Some people in this world I admit,
Think is so cool and fun,
But actually in the long run,
One day they go too far, and have to quit.
Remembrance of You…
Let not the waves of the sea separate us now, and the years you have spent in my midst become a memory.
You have walked among us as a spirit, and your shadow has been a light upon our faces.
Much have I loved you. But speechless was my love, and with veils has it been veiled.
Yet not it cries aloud unto you, and would stand revealed before you.
And ever has it been that loves knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
Alas you returned to me my heart rejoiced waves of tears removed replaced by your smile, your kiss eternal
Beginning again ours is a mystery a tale of life told through sorrow and grace withstanding fears intrusion
Scenes not yet finished will deliver us hearts fortuitous sing melodies in unison unrehearsed love upon the wind.
© 2008 David J. Mitchell
It is not our war to fight
Yet onwards we go without flight
Carrying man as best we can
Through bog and trench
Ignoring the stench
Eager to please but dropping to our knees
When bullets and grenades end our days.
I was a faithful steed
I did my best to please
As I lay on the ground
I listen to the sound of explosions cracking overhead.
My master is no more he's beside me on the floor.
He's missing a leg and half of his head.
As I take my last gasp I continue to ask
Why does man go to war, what's it all for
but death and destruction and to my deduction, no winners just loss and sadness.
Where's the end to this madness
I will never know, as I've passed with my master
In that trench where they speak French.
An ostrich I've become today
I've stuck my head in the dirt
In fear
Yes, I'm afraid
I'm surely scared and yes, from my usual endeavor
A name to run across a bridge from
A name that makes me sick
And feels me with so much regret
Yet I must strike regret from this record
For I cannot regret, unable to regret
I loved her...I loved her
Anastasia...
In my head, she's the last person I needed to see
She was the last person I needed to speak to
But I've drank from the well of remembrance
Heard the silk honey of her words
Witnessed the sincerity behind her glistening smile
And for a brief moment
I loved her once more
And out of conformity, I chased her out of, from me
So I dust her love from my sleeve
She's only forever a memory
Something I'll have to accept
When she looked in my eyes, what did she find
I was near tears when I saw her face?
I honestly missed her?
I notify my mind everytime she was wrongfully taken from me?
An ostrich I am today
Burying the truth into the dirt today
Along with myself
For I can only whisper to her memory
'I love you'
hints of days gone by
fly away “Space Oddity”
Bowe sings my world
09/01/2019