Rhyme Epitaph Poems

I’m dead, but did I ever live?
Nobody gives a damn
I had to take, I had to give
Not knowing who I am
So that was it, and...

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     JFK, he was shot dead
     sixty years ago today

       ...

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My epitaph writ large...
courtesy third person singular.

Mise en scène pour décès
pardon his feeble attempt at French,
a unilingual English language
quibbling, and scribbling mensch
strongly advises applying
left handed...

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I want to run from the grief,
from the crippling and the tears.
But that dread is a secret thief -
out to steal away the memories, the...

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Evening shades are deepening
Peaceful hues and tones
In the darkness creeping
There’s a silence in the stones
Anonymous lies sleeping
Psalms praising the unknown
Heaven holds thee in its keeping
Sings...

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sagger maker’s bottom knocker from barnsley
one of the last of a now dead trade
famed for his skill and precision
where ever saggers had been made
forced to...

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sagger maker’s bottom knocker from barnsley
one of the last of a now dead trade
famed for his skill and precision
where ever saggers were made
forced to redundancies...

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Mine was a life well-lived
          You all did agree

       ...

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Epitaph for the Test Dogs

What you did for us, not many know,
because you did it so long ago.
Victoria’s reign to flapper days,
you lived in labs...

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If I cannot fly, let me sing
he who wrote almighty music 
writes now in a place of nothing 
or somewhere else the theater picks 

1/24/2022...

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Below the vault of this cerulean sky

In this solitary grave, let me lie

In joy I lived and in joy I die

And wish to see no...

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A theatre legend - Mr Stephen Sondheim
an icon of Broadway, ahead of his time
smart lyrics, lush music, bold rhythms and rhyme
the curtain has fallen on...

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My Baby:
Don't be too quiet, yet don't be too shrill,
Don't be too restless, but neither too still,
Please grow up hardy, yet soft to the touch,
Not...

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I do not wish to speak out as a knave,
But the future I view is meant for a slave.
For most it will be bleak though...

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FRAGILE FREEDOMS
Lost in France,
Resting 
    'neath a simple cross,
Just name,nationality and rank;
Giving of life,was his loss.

At home,
A breaking,aching heart;
A sweetheart's pain;
Her emptiness...

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