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I do not know?
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Michael Jackson,
the man with the
moves. The man
in the mirror, see
how he grooves.
Through out the
years his voice
touched us. In
death it still reaches
from Heaven above.
Michael look down
upon us, to see how
you're still loved.
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My lovelight for you never shadowed,
my heart ascends into the flames of
the churning restless sun in
the soul wounds of the bereaved.
Forever you're in all my season's dreams,
a dedication, a tribute-
cannot be lost into the cosmos.
It lilts in our songs and
shooting star's journeys,
and fills the elements with
a universal anthem of unending cherish. ~
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Free verse
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A tribute in our golden years,
As I recollect, no poignant tears,
I glimpsed him in my peripheral vision,
By now, we're both older editions,
A friend of a friend of a friend,
Floating away like golden pollen,
I trust my thoughts to him do wend,
That was once a quote, I sigh,
"I did but see him passing by,"
Crying and weeping are not for me,
Glancing at such distant memories,
Yes, a friend of a friend of a friend,
Floated away like stardust pollen,
As I reminisce, such a dear,
A tribute in our golden years.
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Rhyme
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Wings, as black as night
Casting shadows on light
Always, always tapping
Disturbing those napping
Tapping, tapping at a chamber door
He never knew why I came
Only hoping for something sane
Hoping for lost Lenore?
Nameless here forever more
For I shall come, ah nevermore
Nevermore be my name
And with death I came
To tame
His depression, but for him it is all the same
Now I stand on bust and Pallas
Exposing nothing but Malice
He quivers on the ground
As if listening for the sound
Of tapping
The cold air of December
Cooled each proud ember
As he soon remember
The soul of lost Lenore
Nameless for him evermore
But he thinks me a demon
Or, a craven
But I am only a Raven
From the Night's Plutonian shore
The shadows of my wings adore
But a Raven I am
Nothing More!
Set this proud man's troubled soul free
For only then shall he be
With the radiant maiden whom the angel's name Lenore
Nameless, Nevermore!
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Epic
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The rain on Sunday
I do it for the love
Believe me I never sleep
When I mess the picture
Am always in my corner writing
It is a part of me
It is a cure
It is a remedy
It can also be a medication
I have been through this for too long
So watch your tongue
Cos it will rain on Sunday
I once said I was taller than twice
So enjoy 5days of a blissful rain
Cos for sure it will rain on Sunday
The world will be blessed again
With the songs of my soul
Believe me I never sleep
The rain on Sunday
Don't tempt me
When your eyes are dirty
Who do you think I will become
After all this sacrifices I gave
I told you not to worry
I warn you not to beat the demon
We are all who we are
A champion a sun
A life a fight
A struggle an artist
I need no permission to Excel
So watch out for the Sunday rain
When it rains you will hears the melodies
Of water
Water got no enemy my friend
We are all in this life together
Like it or not
The Sunday rain will always bless you
Cos I do it for love
A tribute to many men.
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Acrostic
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Improvements fuse to Inventor's efforts
Nous flowers to dissect design
Nurturing device surpasses old methods
Onerous abattoir livestock conclusion
Vexes an astutely tuned mind
Amplifies ideas for far kinder solution
Thoughtful additions shifts boxes existing
Overhauls, rough edges refined
Regulates treatment within meat industry
Considers fixes to infrequent quandaries
Aptitude reaches each dimension
Pragmatic contraption, rapid responsive
Tirelessly hones entire bovine benevolence
Inspects with scrupulous attention
Verifies every integral nut bolt's relevance
Accolades awarded by national dignitaries
Tribute Stealth slaughter invention
Essential kills occur unforeseen, soft, swiftly
Success above fitter turner veterans,
his brain superlative
11th October 2022
Written for Contest: Captivation
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Robert Haworth,
Finest Inventor
My Man Forever
On Deserved Display
In Melbourne this week
Here's to Future Fortune
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Pantoum
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Unlimited love- Barry White tribute.
You’re loves unlimited, embraced in a “satin soul”
oh baby, baby, “never, never, gonna give you up”
“I’ve got so much to give,”I feel out of control
“can’t get enough of your love babe,” my loving cup,
oh baby, baby “never, never, gonna give you up”
“You’re my first my last my everything,” my dream
“can’t get enough of your love babe,” my loving cup
teach me how to love, console me with “love’s theme,”
“you’re my first my last my everything,” my dream
I love you so much, “I’ve got so much to give,” feel free
teach me how to love, console me with “love’s theme,”
lady love, “it’s ecstasy when you lay down next to me,”
I love you so much, “I’ve got so much to give,” feel free
“You see the trouble with me,” you’re no ones fool
lady love, “it’s ecstasy when you lay down next to me,”
“what am I gonna do with you,” my heart you doth rule,
“you see the trouble with me,” you’re no ones fool
“I’ve got so much to give,” I feel out of control
“what am I gonna do with you,” my heart you doth rule,
you’re loves unlimited, embraced in a “Satin soul”.
4/6/2018
Contest music pantoum
Sponsored by Silent one.
Pantoum using song titles by Barry White,
“Satin soul”
“ never, never, gonna give you up”
“I’ve got so much to give “
“can’t get enough of your love babe “
“Love’s theme”
“ it’s ecstasy when you lay down next to me “
“ you’re my first my last my everything “
“what am I gonna do with you “
“ you see the trouble with me “
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Abecedarian
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A TRIBUTE TO JAMES FRASER: "IT'S NOT AN ACCIDENT"
Accidentally clicked but perhaps, its the angels
bewitched who bring me to your poem pages. Scanning
closer, like a curious child, I leisurely collide,
dancing even from high to low notes
engraved effortless to your humming runes.
Finishing one, two and three,
golly! I am beguiled to read more! Tell me,
how can I stop?... when there--
inked a scarlet flare of beauty and beast.
Jam-packed phrases conjuring tease and please,
kindling somber deserted moods,
leaking maybe a legal frown or grin from lips.
Medley thoughts you combust exhale
neutrality, passion, your story and dreams.
Olive green sprouting slow amidst your dark
pencilled winter woes. Your life experience
qualify you to relish: sweet to bitter
repertoire verses.
Sometimes a prison of rules
taunts, you freely toss tangles
unto my sleeping nerves luring undulations, but!
Voila! once analyzed and understood
warbles wonder and freedom of thoughts!
Xenodochy and respect you humbly express,
yielding liftless your good attitude. James...
Zone to zone you may be, God and me loves thee!
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***Xenodochy -- hospitality, kindness to strangers
CONTEST NAME: TRIBUTE
Contest Sponsor: Silent One
~~first place~~
10:48 pm, August 05, 2015
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Couplet
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MARJAN - THE PEARL OF AFGHANISTAN . . .
MERA JAAN MARJAN . . .
Given as a gift from Germany to Kabul zoo in Afghanistan
No fields to run in - just a miserable enclosed barren land
You were blessed with a beautiful lioness partner - Chucha
She must have made you feel no less than a majestic Shah
You survived against all the invasions and the bloody wars
Behind those dark miserably cramped closed barring doors
You were a survivor that against - all the cruelly made odds
Was even threaten to be killed by the - unholy Taliban sods
But your loyal keeper fought for your life - using the Quran
With the prophet Muhammad helping you to all understand
That an animal is to be respected - he also had his own pets
To kill you Marjan would in the end only have its own regrets
But you were brought down by an - egotistical Mujahedeen
Who you killed for mauling your Chucha - for fun it seemed
In turn the killed brother gave you three grenades as a gift
The damage it caused you was more than deserved - swift
You lost your sight in one eye and near all of it in the other
Because of a under deserving revenge of a grieved brother
You lost all of your teeth - with the blast all of your hearing
Yet you survived - to Afghans you became more endearing
That they took it upon themselves to then kill this very man
For the ignorance of the situation as he did not understand
You had thought this man was a threat to your lioness pride
As it was in the end his own fault he was attacked then died
As the wars in Afghanistan raged so did the famine drought
When it came to food I was afraid there was little of it about
But the Afghan people gathered in force to see you were fed
No one wanted the Shah Marjan from hunger be found dead
You came through all of this - skin sagging on a frame so lean
But for it all never did once made you ferocious or seen mean
As your beloved keeper walked with you within your enclosure
For all of your injuries you always maintained your composure
Your name traveled worldwide - and they all come to do their best
But after a quarter of a century you had then laid yourself to rest
This tribute is to you mera jaan Marjan – the pearl of Afghanistan
May you always with Chucha - fly free high above this desert land
Higher and higher with the longed for eternal peace may you soar
As the winds carry along with it your once mighty and proud roar
Marjan - 1976 - 2002 - The Pearl of Afghanistan . . .
Indiana Shaw . . . -_-
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Tribute to Winged Warrior
Oh what majestic beauty,
has been trampled,
trampled to death by a vicious enemy
Oh what misery is ours,
we who are left behind
in The Never Ending Now
Does this misery ever end?
Now that you have gone,
and spread your wings,
all we hear are Evanescing Echoes
repeating fly,fly fly dear one!
Living without you is like living in
Worlds Without Words.
An emptiness now dwells within,
no more Ephemeral Beauty to gaze upon
Evil dwells everywhere, except within you now,
we try Escaping Evil, but it is a daunting task
All I ask now is Who Mourns For The Poet?
Mourning has become an abiding fellow,
an undesirable and wretched fellow
who kicks hope and happiness to the curb
Will this grieving ever end?
I feel like a Plasmatic Prisoner of Time,
time that has lost it's meaning
Purpose and meaning flew out the window,
at your sudden departure
So where do we go now to find
Passions of the Sun?
You have left us here Crushed and
Abandoned, Within The Sleepless Still
Your Love Echoes In Time, but it
wages war with those Heartless Echoes
that reverberate within these 4 walls
I remember that day when you brought
Flowers For Emma,
you were always so thoughtful,
kind and considerate,
that was just your way
Even though we are left here
in these Houses of Mud,
yours now sits empty, discarded...
but not for forever
The Divine Cosmic Eye,
will always remember you,
you and all who are found in His memory
will live again.
At night I sometimes still see you
In the Fragility of Dreams,
Oh how they play on and on and on!
In Times Like these,
All Roads Lead to Christ,
and we can imagine he sheds his
Tears From Heaven
Now I'm Calling All Angels, to bring
Grace and Solitude to these weary eyes
They say Love Casts a Shadow,
and yours my friend...
is a long one!
RIP John (Winged Warrior)
This poem was written using some of
Winged Warriors poem titles as follows:
1. The never ending now
2. Evanescing Echoes
3. Worlds without words
4. Ephemeral Beauty
5. Escaping Evil
6. Who mourns for the poet?
7. Plasmatic prisoner of time
8. Crushed
9. Abandoned
10. Passions of the sun
11. Within the sleepless still
12. Your love echoes in time
13. Heartless Echoes
14. Flowers for Emma
15. Houses of mud
16. The divine cosmic eye
17. In the fragility of dreams
18. In times like these
19. All roads lead to Christ
20. Tears from heaven
21. Calling upon all angels
22. Grace and solitude
23. Love casts a shadow
John Derek Hamilton
November 14,2020
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