My high school reunion:
old classmates,
old friends,
old adversaries,
old strangers
meet after decades
trying to discern
who's who,
who's lived,
who's passed,
who's disappeared...
lost youth commemorated...
survival celebrated.
Achingly slow the way that we kissed,
enjoying the entrapment we laid in.
You commemorated this with cursive.
The soft swirl and soft hand of cursive
matched us as the paper was kissed.
Italics bold as your tongue trucked in.
It was comforting how you creeped in
with flirtation flowing in pristine cursive.
Immortality penned the way you kissed.
A love letter french kissed in cursive.
Few now remember the horror of November 22nd
The year was 1963, and it seems a long time ago,
But by American history and memories reckoned
The death of the president far eclipsed Mar-a-Lago.
On that day President John F. Kennedy was killed,
Shot to death in old Dealey Plaza in Dallas, Texas,
It was said accomplished by a man not-so-skilled,
And the inquiries and investigations were endless.
For years news media commemorated the event
But, nowadays, scarcely a mention will be made
Seems how the passing of history to oblivion is sent
The world mourned when in Arlington JFK was laid.
Written November 22, 2022
ENTIRE LANDSCAPES
a means
of sustaining
the
creative
a seminal
influence
of the
unexpected
an
image
the intensity
of the
visionary
within
boundaries of
the possible
landscapes
remembered
&
commemorated
with kindness
&compassion
&
irrevocably
evolving
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
Today is D-Day, once a date
Evocative of war
When Allied troops invaded France
In 1944.
By land and sea and air, the soldiers
Stormed the Nazis’ hold
In Normandy, an operation
Sneaky, smart and bold.
Commemorated in the past,
Historically germane,
To younger folk, its meaning
Would need someone to explain.
As years go by, the stories fade
And though they might be taught,
We cannot bring to relevance
The wars and battles fought.
To commemorate Qu Yuan
The poet and politician
The Chinese has the Dumpling Festival
And the Dragon Boat Festival
In olden days a revolution is rare
And now it is difficult to commence
one too
Wars kill millions
And we only die once
Life is precious and invaluable
And people wouldn't change
Because you die
It takes centuries to change
The characters of people
A stiff moral revolution indeed
Hopeless
Whenever confronting with
Man's greed and yearn for power
Jesus has The Last Supper
While man yearns for the last wish
To be fulfilled in life time
In old age
Wow
He wants to travel round the world
What a splendid idea
A lot of money spend
Pouring out like running tap water
To see the different places under the same sky
To see the different people under the same roof
To read the different people of the same residence,the earth
Either still far away from hell or heaven
We live happily because Jesus has his Last Supper
We leave happily maybe after we have our last wish
Being granted too
We have our own wishes and desires to be fulfilled
Is hard to distinguish and choose one
For the last wish
As we're are not as saintly as Jesus
As we commemorated Him
For man's love is selfish and unique
Still full of sin
Immutably
the rock rests solemnly reposed,
settled in its venerable vigilant venue.
It silently witnesses the estuary of geo tides
muted in indolent vibrations
crafted from the command of tacit eons
that carve its inevitable formation.
Narrated within stoic calmness,
its testimony is written under the oath of
time, space, wind and weather
without revision or revolution
for this stately sentinel
Locked in the burden of gravity
it erodes and restores its mass dimension
commemorated into the millennia fold.
It whispers a story of intrinsic silent majesty
whittled to eternities sculpture
in the quarry of earth
February 22,2022
Nature catagory
F Form - Free Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Contance La France
DARK WINTER ENDS, WELCOME SPRING
The first day of winter came with harsh news.
My brother, his wife and son contracted
Covid, then seventeen others tested
positive, for this virus does not choose
it’s victims that it suddenly suffused
our family; three lives terminated.
All three commemorated, as winter
ends and as spring nears, bringing needed light
to overcome the dire, dark winter’s sight.
Welcome spring, a revival to enter
our family again or deliver
new beginnings to give us more insights.
Spring in a week, will bring growth and new hope,
changing darkness to light for us to cope.
3/13/21 Hexsonetta Poetry
Emile Pinet
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There stands a blackened tower
Shrouded in a ghostly white
The tomb of seventy two
From a day that drags on hour by dreadful hour
As we reflect upon that ghastly night
A day so many live to rue.
From a simple kitchen fire
There grew a flesh eating blaze
That built into a funeral pyre
Covering London in its darkening haze.
Onlookers helplessly looked on
At windows registering silent screams
Of friends and relatives soon to be gone
The stuff of nightmares ,not of dreams.
Too late did the firefighters come
As the flames did the victims consume
In the furnace they once called home
Daily life no longer theirs to resume
An inquiry now picks over the remains and rubble
Searching for what went so badly wrong
Many will be called to account for this trouble
For those commemorated in my dirge of a song.
Grenfell's holocaust is burned into the national mind
Memories shredded and ripped sadly asunder
While every attempt was made for blame evasion
By those who to customer safety were blind
Our bitter grief smoulders on from this costly blunder
Such a parcel of hypocritical rogues in our nation!
A New Commission
What we will need is Trump's permission,
So we can start a new commission,
Designed for a specific purpose in mind,
But by an ego we ended up in a bind.
When outside weather was rather worn,
A similar commission started to form;
To be it was what we communicated;
Martin Luther King we commemorated.
After looking and had hunted and hunted,
Trying to find what it was we wanted;
One day be a perfect, pleasant President,
Who won by receiving a majority consent.
Jim Horn
Once The Covered bridge
Till last fine month
I was poising firm,
Aloft those giggling waters
that often went wild.
Taking pride of
my sinewy timbers,
As brimming loads of
endless desires passed by.
In my days of youth
Condoned the avid,
Drudgery and ambitious,
Smirked evermore.
For years having allured
many adorable twosomes,
Charming familiar faces
grew up in grace.
Now shattered I lie
Beneath that aqua,
As feral waves caress
my deep wounds,
My tears sinking
Tranquil to river bed.
Lost to negligence
my soul kept calling,
As soaked in edacity
you chose to be careless.
Once reckoning picturesque
was my enticing chemistry,
Amidst blooming greens
my stunning brown woodland.
Too late the realm
Severed beyond mend,
Now me, the covered bridge
be commemorated in history
and missed in panorama.
Written August 23, 2017
For contest by Craig Cornish
armed with lance and shield
embarks on ivory steed
approaches sanctum
nemesis sighted
embroiled in bloody battle
vicious creature slain
bestowed with honour
patron saint of a nation
commemorated
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(C) John C Michaels, April 23rd 2017
- I firmly press the side of my head against the inside of my left bicep. Leaving my arm at an awkward angle and I looking a bit foolishly. When I release, the imprint of my ear remains etched on the surface. Simple things that a man learns as a child; carried with him into adulthood. Golden memories left in the passed as we stay present in today. Each step that leads up to where you are right now, is evident on the stairs. Memories documented to ensure that we will not forget. Scrap books and picture albums are kept in the keep sake box. Tucked away for safe keeping in the back of the mind. Achievements are commemorated. Only to catch fire and vanish into the memory foam that evaporates.
IZ
2015
He born in a hamlet
He became favorite
He healed leper(s)
He is said helper
He shed blood
For the sinfully dead
When they saw HE star they celebrated CHRISTMAS
When HE was crucified we commemorated GOOD FRIDAY
When they saw empty tomb the world celebrate EASTER
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