Father Epitaph Poems | Examples
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I am the monster of many parts.
l found it easier to walk the path
Than to listen to it described.
I could not share my soul,
So I set it alight to brighten your way.
Behind I leave my failures, my sin,
And a vastness of emotion.
Know that I loved much and deeply,
And saw it grow to maturity.
His bones has rested there,
He's no longer here;
in an instant faster than a second,
His truest "self" ascended
in the twinkling of an eye faster than a second
he was with the Father, ABBA took His breath back
ALL Almighty Elohim-Father GOD Selah
2/13/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
God this is your letter
these are your words
these those words
you whisper for words
To share with my brother's
And my sister's
Anointed to cultivate
that are for me futuristic blossoming sentences
Seeds planted on ground for mention fermented
Awesome flowers birth by your desires so mentioned
That none of us fail we are your children
We are all wonders as we in dwell in the letter
Those the word seeded in your garden Lord
Your whispers gently passions florists bore
Flowers love birth growing by the waters pastures shores
So pleasantly adorned Father I love you so
And I thank you for
Giving me words, rhythms, poems and songs oh!
Like that like of David lore
Admist as i sit by the tree at the water banks
As I prosper as I cry out to you my Lord, my God the day long
Amen
10/26/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Little one, why you cry;
Keep your eyes towards the skies;
God, yes and Jesus too;
Got their eyes on you;
Young man with the gun in your hands;
Stop, what ya gonna do;
You don’t have a father,
And yet you do
His name is Jehovah
And He loves you
Old woman in the wheel chair
Be aware God yet lives
And like the like child and babies
He has His arms around you
Yes, God got you and Jesus too
Just believe wait to receive
Just be still
God got you
2/8/2021
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
~Here doesn't lies a physical man for his spirit has risen and left the land the casket contains his flesh and Bones but his Spirit has risen he has gone he's flown home resting peace be released we miss you
Son
Navy Chef veteran World War II
Husband
Father
Sunrise: September 9th 1925
Sunset:. December 28th 1986
"Rest in peace physically under on the Earth but alive spiritually living with God and Jesus"
JOSEPH LEE
1/1/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr ©
A dedication to my father Joseph Lee
I
here lie the remains of savior-imposters
lots of canned answers from textbooks
they knew: peace & reconciliation will be their ruin
so, divorce or hate, were prolonged a tad
shrinks who didn't show you peace and reconciliation ...
until you'd paid their bank loan first!
II
here lie the greedy bones of quacks (OK, not quite)
like Sigmund Freud their father, for eyes: "holes"
That saw the complex world through sexual roles
Just like horoscope peddlers, these too got it right -
generally - who has use for generalities with abortion?
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[Author's note: if this poem needs decrypting, see my reply below]
You lived without stain
You go without strain
We live to follow the trail
Lovable husband Ray Casanova now goes
Father of two, a third ... his buddy won't disclose.
..........
4/13/2019
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Lena Lane
1894-1912
Dying at 18 was my punishment from God.
“Bless me Heavenly Father, for I have sinned.”
Johnny Barrow found the silk ribbon,
The only man man enough to look for it;
For I did not resist his insistent male charms,
That day in Turnbull, that rich awkward moment in time,
When two decided heartbeats and one determined hand,
Found the scented red ribbon,
Concealed most discretely upon my airy bosom.
Shame and sin indeed found us receptive that day;
He and me, staring awestruck at blue sky and white skin;
But I am fine with this legacy of private meetings,
And alas, private audacious touchings;
If only kindly Estella knew, poor sick soul;
Johnny really loved her; all the stars above admit that.
But Johnny wanted me, desired me with wanton civility,
Wanted me for the grand games we played in secret,
Touching games, grand groping games,
In the hidden lacey canyons of Turnbull.
If only kindly Estella knew, that poor homely thing;
Poor sick and disheveled girl!
Over there in your shriveled grave!
I took your boy, Estella!
I took brown-eyed Johnny Barrow,
And branded him with my fiery mark!
Delores Mireles
1907-1923
I gushed forth eight months after his death,
My natural father, a rascal named Roscoe.
My mother, next to me here,
Shall remain unnamed and acquitted,
Even in anonymous death,
For she was not innocent, nor he,
That brazen wolf who found his sniffing way,
Through sneaky vines and groping flowers,
Their brazen squealing passage to mad love,
Of strange probing games in the dark,
With eyelids closed in shuddering tempests.
It was her delirious heart he seized,
And her slithery soul too.
And there, let it be known,
He found an open gaping curtain,
And Dianthus’ skin a quivering,
Concealed through a sheer façade of silk,
There, my mother’s priceless treasure room,
And in the midst thereof,
Her innermost well of warm moist yearnings,
Her inner sanctum of curious desires,
I emerged on a naked winter’s evening,
Shivering in my mother’s room of ice!
They buried her by the train,
still waiting for her father.
This was written to demonstrate the brevity of the epitaph form, in my critique of Stark Hunter's lovely free verse poem entitled "An Epitaph" which may be found here https://www.poetrysoup.com/poetry/forum/topic5517-an-epitaph.aspx
9-5-2017
Louise Myers
1896-1917
They shot the Archduke,
And my eyes closed in disbelief;
They sank the Lusitania,
And my heart palpitated.
My friend, this world reels and tumbles and faints,
Lost in endless crises and disasters;
Aghast at the senseless violence and mayhem.
The War To End War commenced,
As I terminated this futile existence,
With a loud curse and a silent prayer;
This leaping lunge into the death ditch!
Once, I secretly applied lipstick,
Unbeknownst to my firm-minded father,
And joyously kissed myself in the mirror.
Oh Narcissus,
Be my lover now!
For the world reels and stumbles and disintegrates,
And I have made this last leaping lunge,
This hysterical thoughtless leaping lunge,
Down, down into the deep death ditch!
Daisy May Brown
1891-1913
Minute by minute
I crawl on air, and
I crawl in the dirt amidst the worms,
Bracing myself strongly,
Waiting for the eternal dare.
Step forward dying one
And listen to me, the dead one.
Step forward blind dying ones,
And kindly give me your eyes.
I slink back here in my dusty grave,
I ooze silently here in the blind gaze of Tiresias,
Father Time with no voice or tongue.
Minute by minute,
My breathing soul rides the hard earth,
Like naked Poseidon with trident for teeth.
I did not have to die so young!
My friends, you can close your book,
But never close your mind.
My friends, you can close your door and lock it,
But never close your heart.
Frankly, I found life to be a perplexing puzzle,
A puzzle for the confounded and the confused,
A maze for the noble lost.
Minute by minute I rot,
Fodder for the walnut trees here,
Masticating monsters with fear for teeth.
I crawl in the dirt here amidst the worms,
I wait here, waiting for the eternal dare.
The truth lies between the pages
Within the relationship the reader journeys through
The thoughts that silence and call you
Truthful relationships with all we go through
Bleeding for me
Bleeding for you
Hearts that become two
Brew it up and make a stew
Piece it together, dancing duaL
Trial and error we all walk through
But not without hope
Within Jesus Salvation is due..
A gift given for free
For those that believe and seek the truth
Man cannot rule.man
So let your father step through
Those commandments became apart of me..
And you
2 Corinth 5:21
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