Eulogy Poems | Examples of Eulogy Poetry

A historic flood

A
historic flood
forgotten except in
tucked away 
newspapers
which a reader
runs across and
due to an assumed
overlay of time
apparently
avoids the freedom
arising as what
is happening~~

Einstein

Once there was a young boy
who did not learn at the same pace
who did not race in the same
predictable race – while his peers
played with fish and ball – grew,
traditional degrees from short to tall,
his world turned at a different length
rate;  more different, were his
timeless seasons – artfully Time
he took in his hands, whittled
with

HANDS OF TIME

As I close the last window and draw the blinds shut;
 The mountains once viewed and cool crisp air no longer a must.
                As I dim the lights and close my eyes to rest
      

A Man to Remember Forever

Vinod, our guide, our teller of tales, 
Whose voice was the wind that filled our sails, 
Each joke a comet we’d watch with delight, 
Returning again to grace our night. 

Before the web, before the screen’s glow, 
You held galaxies of things to know, 
A living constellation in our skies, 
Mapping the truth through knowing

Planche de Chair Cuite

She was not invited

She was arranged

They never wanted Jasmine 
not the woman who brought basil-clean hands
and pomegranate soap 
who harmonized soliloquies into pastries 
while they offered only 
hinges rusted shut

She was not guest

She was garnish

Not Jasmine the flower 
but Jasmine the bulb 
strangled in its own clay
frost biting at the marrow 
buried beneath their polite

Recycled

Born out of time, 
I felt different from mankind. 
As a child I would fly at night 
and leave the body behind.

Soaring like an eagle
I am dust upon the wing.
I am atoms in the morning air
I am part of everything 

I am deep within the soil
I am one with giant trees 
I am in between

The Eulogy 1994 to The End

I am here for a short time 
Sadly luckily my time has come. 
I am not sick or anything. 
But death is close to me all at once and suddenly. 
I felt his breath all around me
I fear I am dead; I gave up on me. 
None of you  really did believe in me
You

Roots For Alex Haley

Pensile clouds of a new Truth loom.
With them are selected versions of
Extinct grief.

Looking through the yellowness of a
Dog’s eyes, this aura of Truth, pervasive,
Sours my palate.

What say the bulletins and tabloids
In their speech potency?

Have they recoiled on the sudden encroachment
Of stale seas
Or have they rolled out drums for Haley’s ROOTS?

Between Kamby Bolongo of watery essence
And

If My Poems Were Eulogies

If being pretty were a crime, you’d already be behind the bars
Because angels look at their reflection and wish they had your smile
And I’m not sentimental, but to you I must confess:
I’ve waited ages to find someone whose beauty can compare 
If my poems were eulogies, you’d be nothing short of dead
Because not romanticizing you

Virginia Woolf

Have you read the note?
It speaks of the doom of the liquid element.
An inclement weather, grey, and with the fuss of a bleached lightning,
Besieges the tick of the clock.
Must have been a bland Sunday, which retreated
From the temerity of old wine,
Haunted by the lonesome refrains of exhausted hymns.
The belfry yawned loosely....
But quiet crept in like

Mother Teresa

USPS 2010 : Mother Teresa 100 Anniversary


Overcoming many ups and downs, 
pacing the pious path God paved for her,
Mary Teresa born in Albania 
became Mother Teresa in Calcutta.

Tormented by the agony of the destitute
she brought them to her home, 
to where she felt they should be, 
for everybody in her eyes is born equal.

She heard

Anuruedoahu

In Biafra, when we drank from the tilting
cusps of dank leaves and washed with the spittle
of cassava,
the sun scorched like hell.

Añuruedoahu*, the oasis of war, like worldly
cowrie, stagnant, yet devoid of rural fetish,
calmed our nerves and built in the altar of
our souls hopes of answered prayers.




*A mysterious stream in the poet's village.

Ode to a Journalist

You made up your mind to view the world
With different eyes —eyes recessed, eyes inundated with lustre,
Straining to catch every flight of the dancing seasons that hurled
            Man and beast beyond frontiers with baluster.
You are the town-crier of our time, delivering messages printed on

Better than the best

Better than the best by Adejola Joseph 
Better than the best.
Lyrically incomposable
Infatuations of idealist 
Permutations of scientist 
Schools of thoughts of the psychologist 
Variant opinions of mathematicians 
Part of speech of grammarians 
Miracles of the clergies
I am better than the best 
Better than the best.

I Am From pt1

I was born and raised in my house, which isn’t home.
At heart, I am from the orange brick house in Westridge Farms
Where I never even lived
There, the pawprints I stamped on the driveway may have long since washed away
But I still left my mark
Even if it was just in the eyes of the horses that

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