Great sorrow felt.
That judgement thou dealt.
Selfish and blinded.
Unbridled.
Nature divided.
Absolutely required.
Discarded as folly.
Parried as play.
Honor and pride.
Mother beholden.
Your years have been long and beautiful
You Ruled with Power and Might
Your majesty and your reign were not in question
Because God made you our greatest pride
Unfortunately, today you disappeared in the middle of the unknown
But forever, We your people will remember you Our Beloved Queen,
Queen Elizabeth, Long Lived Your Reign,
For you have delivered us from evil
And make us a family,
Although you left the throne
You will always live in our hearts
'Cause you swore to lead us with truth and integrity
Oh Dear Queen what you have done
But now you're gone
What a bitter pain
What an unpleasant reality
Our Beloved Queen is gone,
Together in unity,
We England honor your reign
The mother of our nation you were
The main soul of England
Forever your reign will be engraved
And celebrated for generations to come
Rest in Peace My Beloved Queen
England's Greatest Pride
We started on a common path,
But not one of our choice.
In time we went our separate ways,
To hear or find our voice,
And so traversed the wilderness
With joys and dangers fraught.
The path I chose, not best or worst,
Just mine, or so I thought.
I did not scale that rocky cliff,
Nor cross that deep crevasse;
I found the briars and the thorns,
And verdant, pleasant grass.
Yet here we’re called to take a rest,
Again, not one we chose.
The way is forward; that is clear,
Yet to where no one knows.
Shall we recount where each has been?
Do bygone ways still matter?
Or shall we share a common time,
Again before we scatter?
How will I know about that scar,
Those flowers in your hair?
Or you about my painful limp,
Those wrinkles there and there?
Come, let us simply rest a while,
Tend sore and calloused feet,
For He alone knows when our paths,
Divergent, wandering, meet.
—————
for the 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 12 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Mark Toney
written 03/15/2022
Reaching eighty-five
All of a sudden I’m eighty-five
and start remembering of things past
and begin to think to relieve the burden for my children to bear
I begin to think and stare.
An introduction to the roll of hospice
funeral arrangements, crypt for final justice
mausoleum. plot, cremation
which of the above for my final damnation?
Where, when , do I begin to plan
the removal of my things past?
Mountains of books, files and photos galore
where does one put all to store?
Family harmony, wills, insurance
promised treasures
all for my beneficiaries assurance.
Louis Saraceno
10/10/21
Daddy's piano plays my sadness
The funeral of a feeling
with a funny uncle at the mass
The windows feel the breeze
it's 6 pm in the afternoon, in Lisbon
The sun hides in a purple dusky sky
We feel formal but weak
We feel the missing of a heart
Thank you
Think of me, but do not weep, I have no pain.
Dwell not for long my friends, as none of us can stay.
Your time on earth is precious, so enjoy every living day.
For my friends who really liked me, I sincerely thank you all.
But to my family who truly loved me, I thank you most of all.
By Tina Mitchell
Candle in the wind,a memory,a prayer,silent words are spoken,now our loved ones are not there..we will always remember,the good times we had,always great and fun memories,the good and the bad..meet again one day,up in the sky,its always an hello,never a final goodbye..
One day I'll lay upon a bed
and someone near will declare me dead
Don't cry for me when my time is done
for life for me has just begun
I'll enter Heaven through pearly gates
and walk down the streets of gold
And Jesus will be waiting with open arms
with found loved ones young and old
Grandma will be holding the babies
while rocking in her chair
And Mom will be cooking my favorite meal
saying how happy she is I'm there
Grandpa will be taking a peaceful nap
and smiling as he dreams
And Dad will be watching the ballgame
and cheering his beloved team
Old Blue will be barking a welcome
while wagging his stubby tail
And we'll go stalking the fields again
in search of pheasant and quail
Angels will be singing sweet melodies
soothing all worldly fears
And pain and suffering will finally cease
along with the needless tears
So don't cry for me when my time is done
for there will be so much to do
I'll be in heaven with those from the past
helping prepare a home for you
The Lingering and the Unconsoled Heart
by Michael R. Burch
There is a silence—
the last unspoken moment
before death,
when the moon,
cratered and broken,
is all madness and light,
when the breath comes low and complaining,
and the heart is a ruin
of emptiness and night.
There is a grief—
the grief of a lover's embrace
while faith still shimmers in a mother’s tears ...
There is no gruesomer time, nor place,
while the faint glimmer of life is ours
that the lingering and the unconsoled heart fears
beyond this: seeing its own stricken face
in eyes that drift toward some incomprehensible place.
Keywords/Tags: Death, Euthanasia, Hospice, Terminal, Terminate, Termination, Hemlock, Silence, Last Breath, Heart, Heartache, Heartbreak, Grief, Grief-stricken, Love, Lover, Mother, Night, Emptiness, Horror, Fear, Near Death Experience, Linger, Lingering, Faith, Hope, Hopeless, Hopelessness
No Getting Back to Normal, a 9-11 Poem
by Michael R. Burch
for the survivors of 9-11
Intrude upon my grief; sit; take a spot
of milk to cloud the blackness that you feel;
add artificial sweeteners to conceal
the bitter aftertaste of loss. You’ll heal
if I do not. The coffee’s hot. You speak:
of bundt cakes, polls, the price of eggs. You glance
twice at your watch, cough, look at me askance.
The TV drones oeuvres of high romance
in syncopated lip-synch. Should I feel
the underbelly of Love’s warm Ideal,
its fuzzy-wuzzy tummy, and not reel
toward some dark conclusion? Disappear
to pale, dissolving atoms. Were you here?
I brush you off: like saccharine, like a tear.
Keywords/Tags: 911, 9-11, 9/11, terror, terrorism, terrorist, attack, aftermath, victims, survivors, consolation, consolers, condolences, comfort, comforters, memorial, tribute, sacrifice, sacrifices, grief, loss, heal, healing
I was saddened to hear the passing of our beloved sister Adele,
Now that she has gone home to the Lord.
She will be remembered by her sisters and brother,
As a loving mother and friend to her husband Dr. Norm.
Dr. Norman and her children, Kevin, Ken , Karin and Kris,
They have many good memories of their mother and grandmother.
I remember the day we came to visit their beautiful house in the summer,
Good to see everyone and visit the country.
Brian Orser is one of her husband Dr. Norm's clients,
I thank our sister Angela for letting us know.
Angela and Johannes are coming to visit us in spring,
I am looking forward to their visit.
Adele has gone to heaven with our parents Dr. Wolf and Dr.Erika,
I hope that you will keep well and warm this winter.
God bless from aunt Gwen and your sister-in-law.
God's blessings from us all.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz.
Today my heart feels sorrow
Saying goodbye is hard to do
But I will cherish every moment
The memories I have of you
It's been the hardest thing to lose you
You meant so much to me
But to Robert and Evan also
A Great Grandmother always to be
You will always be in my heart Nan.
And that's where youll always stay
I'm so honoured to have been your grand daughter
I count my blessings every day
I did not want to lose you
But you did not go alone
Because a part of me went with you
When heaven called you home
So just remember one thing
We are not apart
You're with me in my memories
And in my broken heart
Loving you always Nanna
7/25/2019
His dear wife Daisy, wheelchair-bound
Had a sis who thought him lazy
Perhaps she's glad he's in the ground
For now he's pushing Daisy
* This did NOT place in the "An Epitaph To Make Us Laugh" Poetry Contest, Jesse Rowe, Judge & Sponsor. *
"THE MAN"
The world lost a friend the day he passed away,
for he was special on this earth.....his example every day.
You didn't have to know him well to see the man within,
he was a gift................and you knew it right away.
A man of peace and comfort... ....and not a lot to say.
You saw it in "the man".....a candle burning bright.
He said it with his spirit, and with his untold love...
You didn't ever question how much he had to give.
You knew he gave his all...that's just the way he lived,
his best to all who knew him, as only he could be.
You saw it in 'the man"... a candle burning bright.
He lived his life with honor...you knew him to be true.
You didn't need to hear his words, to know he valued you.
Such a man is hard to lose...for he was ever true,
and letting go of him... the hardest thing to do.
You close your eyes and see him, his candle ever bright...
he gently takes your hand... and you hear him as he whispers
on the wind, he hasn't really gone away.
You still see "the man"........
Another generation
Wiped off the face of the earth
With its untold stories
Buried secrets
Unreachable depths
Irretrievable treasures
Souls from the past
Shrouded in grey clouds
Dissipating in the distance
Gone in a gust of wind
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~ALWAYS WITH ME~ 2020
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on August 30, 2017 for contest WINDS OF CHANGE sponsored by JULIE LEIGH RODEHEAVER - HONORABLE MENTION
PS featured in 2021
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