Best Tributes Poems
Laid in a ragged carpet,
a corner of the street
awash with vivid colour,
a vision bittersweet.
Between the sagging flowers,
ribbons and cellophane,
a portrait and a smiling bear
whose face belies the pain.
With passing days the blossoms wilt
the colours fade, they die,
raindrops run down the frame and glass
the silent portrait cries.
The world still turns, people walk past,
flowers will soon be gone,
rainbow of sorrow washed away
and life will carry on.
But my bouquet shall never fade
for it never lay there,
a posy that no hand had made,
this corsage made of prayers.
Sent skyward like a new bride's gift
beyond the stars above,
tied with ribbons that cannot fray
such is the strength of love.
More streets may fill with flowers as
more sorrow surely comes,
but my bouquet will still shine on
like a thousand setting suns.
TRIBUTES
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the
implication
& correlate
with
the
traditional
receptive
to
a
witnessed
desire
themes
at least
in part
a reaction
to be
explored
the intent
has
an intrigue premise
persuasively
constructed
&
organised
yet hazy
concept
of inspiration
sans rigour
questioning
or doubt
created
through
a complex
& informed
relationship
of
obedience
in
manifested
attitudes
a refusal
to adhere
to
unfashionable
& ascribed
anathema
topically
perceived
more
receptive
to
witnessed
desire
themes
at least
in part
a reaction
to be
explored
the intent
has
an intrigue premise
persuasively
constructed
&
organised
yet hazy
concept
of inspiration
sans rigour
questioning
or doubt
created
through
a complex
& informed
relationship
of
obedience
in
manifested
attitudes
a refusal
to adhere
to
unfashionable
& ascribed
anathema
topically
perceived
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
apologies to Robert W. Service
There’s a tale that is told
In the night Yukon cold
Of the shooting of Dan Mc Grew
The truth as it’s known
Is a legend that’s grown
And the truth is known by very few
It’s twenty years on
The Malamutes gone
There’s nobody left from that night
But there’s talk of some gold
That sometimes is told
Of what happened just after the fight
There is word of a bar
“The New Yukon Star”
And a fellow down there who can play
The place it is grand
The best in the land
And it’s found down by Old Frisco Bay
Now, remember the poke
Of McGrew’s the tale spoke
And what happened when Dan was now dead
From his neck it was freed
And the poke held the deed
To Dangerous Dan’s claim it was said
When the Northern lights glow
Bringing life to the snow
They say that old Dan walks again
But twenty years past
Dan took that breath, yes, his last
And left the world of mortal men
Now, the saloon down in Frisco
With a barkeep named Cisco
Had a picture of Dan on the wall
They say that his ghost
Makes it smile when you toast
Dan McGrew when it is last call
A traveller came
And remembered Dan’s name
One night as he sat with his drink
The piano was loud
And he saw through the crowd
A face, which made the man think
He once was a cop
And on occasion did stop
At the bar when Dan McGrew died
He looked at the face
But wasn’t sure of the place
That he knew it, but damn boys he tried
There’s a place saved in hell
For those under the spell
Of those who cheated out old Dan McGrew
In the stories it’s told
how his poke with his gold
Was stolen by someone he knew
Think of the name
Of the one living with shame
From Dan’s last night beneath the north star
Just who could build
A place always filled
A hotel and a popular bar
There on the stair
With long silvery hair
Through cigar smoke that made the air blue
Was the girl who once danced
And had Dan entranced
The girl known only as Lou
A paradise of nature eloquent flowers bouquets sculpted by a spiral maze:
that has yellow, orange, pink, red roses with a rich redolent scent phase
Lilies, lilacs tulips, daisies, daffodils, buttercups of bountiful blooms;
all have enchanted scents of fragrant perfumes to sniff then to choose
Love interludes does ensue with a varying and vibrant exotic love cues;
red, white roses and purple azaleas and orchid bed gardens muse
Summer countryside morning-glory flowers are new to you:
wildflowers consisting of colorful shades and natural hues
Pluck pretty prime peonies, pincushions and pansies flowers;
this to deployed plentifully in a pretty precocious bridled shower
Rhododendrons, impatiens, tulips violets are lavish lush tributes:
flowers are a botany study and nature's romance "love divine institutes"
"Escribed here are the floral flowery poetic tributes," a floral salute!
beneath a mighty
oak... I weep. I grieve. I BREATHE.
Sunday mourning thoughts ~
TO: My fellow Veterans and all my fellow Soupers
Listed below are the titles to poems I have written over the years that pay tribute to the men and women who answered the call to keep America forever the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave!
Having served more than twenty years in the Air Force, and seen war up close and personal in Vietnam, I feel a strong bond to those who served before me and who are serving now.
I hope you will be able to "see" the men and women honored in these poems. Some of them gave the ultimate sacrifice so you and I can live in freedom in the greatest country on earth.
Some of these people walk the halls of VA Medical Centers across America and though they are "home" physically, they are still imprisoned by their mind never to come home again.
We owe the Veterans, both living and dead, our freedom. And let's not forget the Homeless, the Widows and Orphans, those who are permanently Disabled, and the POW-MIA and their families
The poems are:
Our Flag
I Am The Veteran
POW-MIA
Widows and Orphans of War
The Disabled Vet
America's Homeless
Grave Mistreatment
The Cardboard Man
Freedom
DC
American Splendor - this speaks of the beauty of America from coast to coast
Should you choose to read any or all of these poems you may also wish to offer God a prayer of thanksgiving for our military men and women and for this great Nation called America.
In His Service
Curtis Moorman
call on the lords that are destroyed
by lies, lies of Gods that sacrifice
by killing, by melting away and by
burning at the stake
these are what happens
when wrongness is seen
the oceans of lost tributes
waves around the tides pull
Harry, your words were moving
emotions and imagery so approving.
Death does come to all with the last breath flow,
we refuse to accept the void shadow go.
Your life's process anew all over again
to sit with the king among men.
You leave us with a remembrance of your soul.
We will meet again! In God's control.
5/24/2023
In our hearts you will always reside, and your poems will live on my friend.
~
A Date with Milton
Death comes to all like a great shadow,
servant of reality when the truth of it sinks
in leaving the experience embedded on
one’s soul. Milt, given to remembrance
in his lifetime, moments flashing by, when
the congregation gathered to celebrate his
time on earth. But in the book of scrolls
winter is definite in which age must give way
to the new, one, he’d readily give for
the sprinkling of innocence created to start
life’s process all over again, with perpetual
regularity. He would, from behind the thin
veil of Ionna, bless and comfort the unfortunate,
the depressed, the lame of an earthly lifetime in
songs of praise. Leave a recipe for a foregone
conclusion. Auf wiedersehen, we will meet again!
February 6th 2023/
Copyright © harry horsman
Sea worthy, she be worthy;
Wordsmith equip, Poetess;
Author, poetess-word smith, floating vessel letter arousal;
All those words, stories told;
Frequently heard, ocean words;
Bound to a septic world;
Fish in the seas, eyes before E’s
Placing letters on the line, fishing will be just fine;
Robin’s crest-eagles nest, stories of alt-
Poetess;
Sea worthy, she be worthy;
Wordsmith equip,
Poetess;
Author, poetess-word smith;
Floating vessel letter arousal;
All those words, stories told;
Frequently heard, ocean words;
Bound to a septic world;
Fish in the seas, ocean writer;
May those your words float on forever;
Letters on word goes on and on throughout eternity;
So alas yon wayward sea bearing daughter;
Writer, poet, author;
Sailing of God's promises;
Sea worthy you be worthy;
Searching for you;
Beloved sunflower;
You whom had father of three;
One of them, thee;
~
You've gone on unto God's garden;
Dearly departed;
We now miss yes, continue to (honor you);
5-24-2021 not just the last poem;
It's just the beginning;
You've been chosen;
Choices prayers needed;
We're believing;
Your words shall be history rising from the sea;
Daughter of father of 3;
~
O' rolling seas, wait for me;
Am still a fisher woman?
Spreading words placed in poems;
I've not fallen yet I've risen;
No sickness takes me I'm greatly in bound to the heavenly waters in the skies
Now words now reigns down from heavenly watch tower;
Life lives on Words dire
this is so she inspired I pay homage and dedicate this verse to Poetess Carolyn Devonshire;
© 2021 8/8/21
1st Place Placement in Contest
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
For Tributes To Carolyn Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Small dedications to those who- leave lasting impressions in life