Baby Eulogy Poems

MAMMA

My mother is sadly now just a faint memory
As her passing was a number of decades ago
But always caring, maternal, and good to me

Of course,...

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One generic baby boomer, (a garden variety sexagenarian)...
offers his interpretation of critical race theory

I, (an articulate, charming, domesticated, 
erudite, friendly, genteel, humorous, intelligent,
kind, learned, male,...

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The mourning doves and white doves gathered nigh -
together, send their coos into the breeze,
and looked upon the sky from whence they fly-
Why is it...

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My heart is heavy and my eyes can’t see
I’m at peace though… she’ll live for eternity 
Greeted me at the door each and every day
Helped...

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In loving memory of Queen Queen - Nyasuba.
 "I am DYING"
 by Juno Byron.
My heart is losing breath
To the hourly pummelling and drubbing
With a heavy...

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He was my neighbor.
He lived up the street.

Sometimes he said “Hi”.

One day I saw him 
At the corner store.

We walked home 
Together.

I said I was...

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There’s crabs in the bucket, lice in the cream –
Throw it on the bonfire
No one partakes of this particular dream –
Throw it on the bonfire
Insecure...

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Shattered dreams of a love that was lost.
Never knowing you were with us until you were gone.
Unrequited love of mine would have been my biggest...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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It all works out, till it doesn't 
We're cheaper by the dozen
You married your second cousin
When you thought it was true love

You're always right, till...

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April cold like an ice trap
the magnolia and cherry blossoms trees
have given up their blooms like the Holy Ghost

Because of the lock down
only the birds,...

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Alas oh how grave and horrendous misfortune...

Relapse written all over whole
fudge besmirched countenance
American as apple pie garden variety troll
tell tale evidence eats away
at me heart...

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New Moon new, new tune
It’s a lovely afternoon
New broom sweeping the town
And spiritual cleansing is scattered all around
The wind is blowing lightly 
And the race...

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DPAA Hymn for Fallen Soldiers
by Michael R. Burch

Sound the awesome cannons.
Pin medals to each breast.
Attention, honor guard!
Give them a hero’s rest.

Recite their names to the...

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You must have seen my new lady, guess that's why all of a sudden you hate me, I do admit you all do favor, but...

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