Listen to the sea's waves:
Stability is unusual, it moves...
Up and down; forth and back,
At its own pace when need be.
See what billowing wind craves,
Eventually excite many like grooves.
It renews at every glance of its attack;
Its dancing hands set rolling... to flea.
Watch the chirping birds out of cage,
See how enhanced the voices echo...
Soothing the ears' warm feelings, gaze
At- in mind to healing pondered sounds.
Laughter don't worry about frowning rage,
Set to take over pleasure in its acapulco,
After mouth spreads to diving joy, lips appraise
Away from the tears...frowning gaze sorrounds.
Appreciate once more, the troubling care,
Love staged and will stage to startle you...
When hopeful darkened cloud appears cold,
And rumbling thunder couldn't set lighting on.
Patiently wait beside the Sun's light's flair,
Wandering around the adventurous moon's view...
To redeem what darkened cloud can't long hold
Before its light glow freely beyond dark's run...
Jennifer, was a kind loving soul, who gave of her life to those whom she cared deeply for, but nobody heard, seen, cared for her soul because she was born from an unholy family.
Drugs, alcohol were her toys, yelling, screaming, fighting was their free time activity. She was burn to a single mom who bore 8 kids, she grew up on the wrong side of the tracks.
She is survived by 5 brothers, one sister, two kids who grew up together to become wonderful humans. Numerous family members who didn’t bother to get to know her existence, said she was too needy, insensitive, uneducated in life’s daily struggles.
No big accomplishments to brag about, just a high school diploma all while trying to survive Hell. She was treated like a invilent, .. she wrote Amateur poetry nobody read.
She was followed in death by her mom, brother David. Please don’t stand at my grave and weep, for while I was on this earth, no invites to parties, coffee meetups did she receive, if you couldn’t love me on thus earth, please don’t cry fake tears, the time has come for you to like me, disappear..
The rain is steadily falling on my sanctuary, barren trees drenched in rain, no other soul around, fir like me they have run aground…no sounds I hear but rain feeding the flowers, animals which call this place home….
The sun much like me is hidden behind the clouds, it too isn’t needed on thus earth no longer. others may see it shine, but yet don’t appreciate its beauty nor its presence anymore…
My home is here away from human connection, the deer, bison too are relaxing calmly in this blissful place… free from backs being turned away from my heart...mocking my words.
God has no time for me, I’ve come empty handed to church prayers are unheard, here I am seen and loved, by the wind, sky, now the time has come for “others to say their goodbyes”.
My mom said her goodbyes, so must I, at least nobody will hear or see my mistakes no more, go on with their “HOLY LIFE” no longer will I be a wife..”
Silently,while soft rain drums on zinc in sorrowed streets,
My soul kneels where she once stood,my gal, my need,my nevermore.
crying droplets chant in syllables of her smile-sweet, small,
Silvered syllables sipping across haze and humiliation.
Her mother-a Mount Olympus of ten thousand frustrations-
mouths malice in midday markets,
sparking sparks of spite,her words whipping like wet rope.
Her uncle,a dog trainer with a dog chain in his hand,a dog's dark echo,
unchains his hate,barking at the boy he thinks too poor to dream.
I still see her ebony eyes in puddles, trembling,
telling tales of thunder,
''my township Romeo From Another Earth And Sky, ''they breathe,
be brave-Ill come back from another earth and sky
not this world of man''
But love is leashed to their lies
and the leash tears her heart before she can run.
Now I rap my requiem-
rhymes for rain,rhythm for regret,
Heartbeats hammered into-half remembered hope.
She died of a broken vow-not hers,
but the world of a world that kills its kindest loves.
Rain don't remember her name,
but I do-every drop spells my gal.
Soft syllables,same sorrow,same song,
for the gals the gods forgot to guard.
A mother's heart, a heavy load
My first child, my love abode.
The years went by, and you grew tall
Now, the thought of life without you, I must face it all
I remember laughter, tears, and every stage
From tiny hands to a strong, brave man's page
Your smile, your voice, your eyes so bright
Forever in my heart, a beaming light
The weight of what's to come, it presses down
A timeless grief,a heart that's torn
I'll hold on tight to every moment we share
And cherish every breath, every glance, every care
From dreams of your smilling face, I wake. Now tears fall, and my heart can't hide the ache
The pain of losing you, it's hard to bear
A loss that's coming, a grief so rare
Though it's hard to let go, I'll find a way
To hold tight to these memories, night and day
For in my heart, you'll forever stay
My son, my love, my forever memory
When I die,
There is not going to be a day of mourning for anyone.
No, announcements in the news will be made,
No, speeches will be heard,
No, articles will be written,
And the bells of my church will remain silent.
Thus,
Unnoticed, my departure from this world would be.
Only the timid verses of my thousands of poems will be there,
A brave army at attention, ready to pay homage to their departed father,
By singing a lullaby, composed by the ideas, sayings, and deeds of mine,
In an effort to pacify my soul at the moment of her transition
From her temporal to her eternal home!
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Oh, what a glorious day, that day would be!
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© Demetrios Trifiatis
30 October 2025
TRAINED BY THE TRANE
(Apropos Of A Freestyle-Tanka Coltrane Eulogy)
Was Once Kind Of Blue;
Then, I Took Giant Steps:
Found A Love Supreme:-
Went Down To Alabama:
Labored In Labors Of Love:-
In Resolution,
Divine Wisdom And Guidance,
God Called Me To Serve:-
Today, I Soul Trane Daily:
Been Teaching 53 years:-
You Can’t Stop Teaching
Divine Wisdom And Guidance:
It’s Just Like Preaching!
Trane’s Sax, Made Sure It Would Be:
With Me, It’s With Poetry:-
Sitting Here, Engrossed
In [This] Sentimental Mood,
Has Been A Long Time:-
I’m Now Over 83;
Been Traneing for 70:-
Trane’s Musical Psalms,
Continue To Uplift me,
With Divine Wisdom:
Nourishing My Energy
In Love’s Labors Of Duty:-
The Devils Advocate Ii
***********The Devil is Hipe'*********
------
I have said it before
And I will say it a again'
When it come's to Death
And Destruction
The Devil is alway's lending
A helping hand..
------
He sleeps' with the Heart
Of thy enemie....
He stir's the pot
He carries' their thoughts
-Fore-
He has a Handy
Forget Me not
------
He can rip right threw
A family....
With-out even giving it
A second thought..
----
These are thing's that We
Should really share..
But, the fact of the matter is
That You never even knew
He was there..
----
Fore He is every where
Since the begining of time
If you search for the Truth
Then He is harder to find..
-----
Their is such Evil
At His command
But, don't forget Jesus
He always' foil the plan
With just one simple
AMEN
And to this I say
AMEN
GF
Copyright © Gary Fields | Year Posted 2011
Skip adventurous and elegiac
~ for routine and prosaic
The titan has departed.
The legend has entered the hall of heroes.
The enigma has joined the pantheon of immortals.
Kenya’s torchbearer of democracy has crossed over.
Africa’s voice of conscience has become one with eternity.
The world’s statesman has slipped the surly bonds of earth.
His voice is stilled, yet his dream roars still.
His body is silent, yet his vision breathes on.
Rest in Power, Agwambo.
I am a wearied wandering man
Still trying to stick to my menu
I have worn out my brogue shoes
Now, i have to pad the hole in my sole
I would rather have a hole in my shoes
Than have a hole in my soul.
(Written 16th October, 2025)
Death Bed Poetry: Dylan Thomas
Alcohol and co-dependence make poor conspirators
Delivering more a life driven by inquisitors
Dylan Thomas poet and drinker
Part time lover and full-time thinker
In fading health and across the sea
He gathered himself for one last spree
The White Horse Tavern welcomed the man
And there he started his final stand
"I've had eighteen straight whiskies. I think that's the record!"
Alcohol, pneumonia, and Doctor Feltenstein were more than he could afford
Caitlin flew in to remark, "Is the bloody man dead yet?"
Comatose and failing, the bard was not quite there yet.
Still and silent, and lying abed
A few hours later and Dylan was dead
having gone "Gentle into that good night"
with no further words and such little fight.
Thus, the end of our Welsh poet Dylan
a bit of a rogue but not such a villain
who now learns Death does have dominion
in spite of the bard's differing opinion.
Her feathers fell
as she flew up and up,
Leaving her bruises and her broken body behind.
She’s one with the trees she wished to sing from,
Looking down on you from branches up high.
Brittle bones are made to float,
So she did.
The black night may
have taken her too soon,
But she’s found her place among the sun
Time is slight and fleeting,
A flutter then it’s gone,
It flew away.
She was here for her moment.
She sang, she nipped,
she played.
She lived, she died, she flew away.
It's okay.
Not famous
No celebrity
Name unknown
Unexpected
Word pause
Sudden heart attack cause
No spotlight
Funeral plain and simple
Code of Silence
Inspiration thought
Poet final curtain
Words needing to say
Love for Poetry
Poet lies in coffin
Lived the life of emotion and composing
Beyond the rainbow and aspirations
Words soared where only they can reach
Shed no tears
Poet spirit near
One Candle burns
Soulful finale
Heavens awaken
Tomorrow’s new day
Words depart rise
Intrigued in unseen
Word gesture
True heart
Strength from within
Poet remembered
Living reality
End of a writing session
Encouragement to all in “WRITE ON”
Heaven’s reward
Destined in royalty by a sword of excellence
Living the dream
Pure and secrete like a moving reflecting stream
Identification of assurance
Rise on
Dove fly
Into the horizon
Frontier
Legacy
Remembrance
Soar
Stop acting like a dead man.
I know you're out there somewhere.
I cannot bury you without a body.
I cannot breathe without my air.
Specific Types of Eulogy Poems
Definition | What is Eulogy in Poetry?
Poems Related to Eulogy
tribute, citation, paean, accolade, acclaim, applause, commendation, exaltation, panegyric, encomium, adulation, plaudit, salutation, compliment, glorification, laudation,