School Elegy Poems

I only have a photograph left.
A preserved moment in time
To serve as a reminder of how things were 
When you and I were present.

In Paradise,...

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Becky, the Queen
Of the Riding School,
You will be missed
But not forgotten.

Becky, the best horse 
I’ve ever ridden,
Always doing what you
Were asked right away.

Becky, a beautiful...

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They grew up side by side two kids in a park
Playing together until the streetlights lightened the dark
Growing as school friends and team mates in...

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I was sitting in school when 
it happened
But I didn't know, not then
I was driving home from school when
Police were breaking down the door
But I...

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“She was your cousin?”
    They would all echo,
        their half-faux-sympathy was pathetic,
   ...

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Oh, the one on one days of yesterday,
Of boredom and babies and waiting.
Of school mornings and tagging along,
Brown paper bags, school songs.

The blowing of wind...

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Perhat Tursun

Perhat Tursun (1969-) is one of the foremost living Uyghur language poets, if he is still alive. Born and raised in Atush, a city...

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Saudade for friends I have lost

as I get older
I lose more people
every year

more people I knew
have died moving on 
and I mourn their lost friendship

wished...

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with the corona virus upon us
I am bracing to hear the news
that so and so has died

I reflect back
on all the people in my life
that...

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Elegy for a little girl, lost
by Michael R. Burch

. . . qui laetificat juventutem meam . . .

She was the joy of my youth,
and now...

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Elegy for a little girl, lost
by Michael R. Burch

. . . qui laetificat juventutem meam . . .

She was the joy of my youth,
and now...

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Belated condolences extolling fateful tragedy...
befalling beloved Khurana's

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The missus shrieked
with horror...

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She loves me she loves me not...

Just my luck that when juiced a lad
din grammar school, aye own every
rhyme and reason tubby mad
every friggin time...

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I wish death would befall me 
And struck me just as fast
As I have lost all my beauty
All my marvels, all the past

When tame was...

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What pride and joy for me to delight,
albeit vicariously upon receiving invite,
sans commencement at
Redmond Proficiency Academy
on May twenty second at six o'clock at night,
which arrangement...

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