The day is solemn
time to reflect
a thankfulness for sacrifice
Flags placed to honor
Names carved on stone
Dates of lives gone
Grace and silent prayers
No need for spoken words
shed a few tears
White crosses far to many
numbering those lost
who gain us this day of remembrance
The Quiet screams louder than a thousand bombs
rapid screech of gun fire
explosion of a grenade
the agony cry of a bayonet piercing life
hand to hand combat as the knife stabs through the heart
the dead lying silent on a bloody battlefield
Deafening sound of war.
We are here for the few that go
our way of life lives by the lost of their souls
we speak through their silence
Scripture read, prayer said, Taps bugle calls
tears flow
The Quiet.
For my Grandfather, Australian 9th Light Horse.
He died
when I was just emerging
from the unremembered,
he left
with the sound
of muffled sobs
coming from
his room.
My Grandfather lived
in yellowed photographs
and the torn patches
of fabric souvenired
from a downed
Turkish biplane.
His sword
was too heavy
for a child to lift.
On each Anzac Day
I would open
a battered biscuit tin
to count his medals
and the broken teeth
on an old
set of dentures.
As a child, I worried
that he had gone
to heaven
without his teeth.
Note.
ANZAC refers to Australian and New Zealand
Army Corps, specifically to soldiers serving
1914 - 1918. ANZAC Day is a day of remembrance
for all those who gave their lives in service and for those who served in defense of the Nation in all wars. ANZAC Day
is held on the 25th April in both Australia and New Zealand.
December eighth is
Immaculate Conception's
Day of remembrance
Immaculata--
"Beauty is the thought of you"*
You're "the world's First Love"**
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Bitesize Poem No.55 Poetry Contest
(Deadline: Thursday, December 8, 2022)
*Line Gauthier's poem title inspired this particular verse
**Bishop Sheen's book title inspired this one
THIS DAY OF REMEMBRANCE
ON THIS DAY, MANY MANY PRAYERS
ON THIS DAY OF JULY THE 4TH
WORDS TO SAY THIS DAY.
YEARS AND YEARS
SOME TEARS AND TEARS
JULY THE 4TH
THINGS WENT FORTH.
As the passion engaged
the love came
upon the stars
the wind blows
directly into the river
the passionate of the two
were just beneath the sea
a spiral downsized
into a deep love
stars above, whispering winds
as the flow of the lake runs slow
nevertheless, a connection
wind blowing from all directions
It is a day of remembrance
tender love, happiness
smiles and glow
forevermore.
Oversized in a surprise
a day of remembrance
lasting throughout the trip
an overload was in the midst
released of a million
categorized as a billion
overtaken by a surprise
in a disguise
taken into security
never to be claimed
unnamed
several hours later
a bag was discovered
wrong bag as oversized
forgotten
claimed to a name
elated amazed not ashamed
check bag was their identity
with lots to give to plenty.
A time to relax
meditate non hesitate
communicate, appreciate
the time on earth
each day of remembrance
the past is the past
a new day approached
the future holds the unknown
a story well told
meditation in the air
a time to think
a time for you
reaching out, with opened arms
Praises to God
the mind has renewed.
A scene unreal
a dream that vanishes
life surprises
stumbled, disguised and feelings
with a touch of love
wind blowing in all directions
guessing,
everlasting
time goes by
blue skies, a walk in the park
sunshine rises, lights approached
another day of remembrance
it was a dream and a scene
awaken to reality once again
endless thoughts gathered
what was mattered?
Pairs of boots sit empty
They no longer wear a shine
For they now are covered
With blood, dirt, and grime
The owners always knew
They could lose their life in war
Still they stood tall and proud
When their oath they swore
Many have gone before them
And more will surely die
Leaving behind loved ones
Who question and wonder why
They knew the risks they could face
When called upon to serve
To go and fight a battle
Freedom to preserve
They wore the uniform proudly
To their country they were true
They gave their all without question
For the red, white, and blue
Family, friends, and countrymen
May never understand
Why so many had to spill their blood
On the grounds of foreign land
The only reason to be given
Is they answered duty's call
All of them gave some
Some of them gave all
I hope you will remember all who died
In the air, on land, and sea
They were brothers and sisters in arms
They were a family
A day of remembrance approaches
For those who died as they fought
Freedom was never free
With their blood it was bought
So as you watch Old Glory
Wave in the breeze
Remember those whose blood
Watered the tree of liberty
SHE STRIVES SO HARD
HER SINGING VOICE IS PRECIOUS
A VOICE TO BE HEARD
AS SHE SEEKS THE GOALS
A PRECIOUS JEWEL WAS FOUND
A DAY OF REMEMBRANCE
HER GIFTS WERE FOUND
TALENTED AS EVER
NOW A KNOWN STAR AMONGST THEM ALL.
A day in the park
as she walked in the dark
a day of remembrance
shining stars shimmering
rolling stones, nights of the moon
sunshine brights
lights in the making
deep blue sky
awaken
not shaken
the stars as they shine
valentine and flowers
state of the mind
a romantic evening out
dinners and passionate sights
he wept tears
scenes so beautiful
vacationing days out
as they both arrived in Paris
riding on a carriage, now married
a genuine love beyond
new life begins.
A sad day of remembrance
awaken in the hours of the nights
praying and searching for answers
nobody is reachable
during the time of the sympathy
the people gather to pay their respects
later on in the journey of life
you find yourself neglected
where are they? You are alone
everyone's has gone
you find yourself continue in praying
God give me grace
after all, is over
loved one is gone
cover me oh Lord, in your arms
life is hard to move on
time passes by, the tears and cries
God can see you through
for all that you do
trust in God with all of your heart
you are never alone
although everyone has moved on
God sits high on the throne.
FEASTING
We feast on many occasions
And are happy to celebrate
Weddings and birthdays remember,
And others that fall on some date.
At Christmas and Easter we indulge
With feasts and picnics galore.
Anzac's a day of remembrance
Of the war on Gallipoli's shore.
If we could create another day
And give to the world access
We'd be inviting all to feast
At a banquet of happiness.
Imagine what would happen
If no anger or frowns in sight,
The effect would be dramatic
If we had such an appetite.
There'd be no feasting restrictions
From this banquet of happiness.
You can smile laugh and enjoy
A day you'll remember and bless.
A banquet like this could spread
Like a virus so hard to remove,
If feasting for more than one day
The world would surely improve.
So cheer up, choose to be happy
Come to this banquet that's free.
A smile speaks in all languages,
Try it and you'll be a devotee.
Copyright © Vivien Wade April 2017
~Praying For Love~
(Linked)
Praying for Love
P
Love in this world
R
World God can change
A
Change with His love
Y
Love Lord can bring
I
Bring in all hearts
N
Hearts be transformed
G
Transformed by love
F
Love, no more hate
O
Hate evil, wrong
R
Wrong, sad, destroys
L
Destroys earth, souls
O
Souls, break hearts men
V
Men need praying
E
Praying for Love.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2016
September.10.2016
-So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)
-“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
John 3:16 (NIV)
~Author's Notes:
" The Linked" is a poetry style created by Erich J. Goller, in 2008.
-For 9/11 Day of Remembrance. Observing tomorrow the 15th anniversary of the September. 11. 2001 terrorist attacks.
On this day of remembrance,
To give thanks for what we own,
Many are much more somber,
And sadness is the tone.
I can sit here and ponder,
All that I don’t have,
Or choose to put on joy,
Like an ancient herbal salve.
We all have a perspective,
That we view our lives from,
Sanguine or naysayer,
The contented and the glum.
I may have few possessions,
Noteworthy wealth in my life,
But I have riches like a king,
In people like my wife.
My life may be in turmoil,
As chaotic as a twister,
But family is my anchor,
In the love of my two sisters.
I have a roof over my head,
And meals three times a day,
I have the understanding of family,
As I rest, write and play.
My body desires to fail me,
And at times my mind gives way,
My thoughts often hazy,
And melt like warm sorbet.
My family has a value,
That surfeit gold cannot compare,
And regardless of possessions,
I have nothing to despair.
Upon this day of thanks,
While food conceals the table,
Take time to love your family,
While you still are able.
Warren Wurzburger
November, 2010
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