Birthday Grave Poems

What compares to the present?
The present is like a needle
Time threading through its eye
A needle on a phonograph
My record is now on the B side
Still,...

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I wrote an obituary for our love story. 
Buried the hatchet 
And refrained myself from asking
How your birthday went.
Locked the memories for safe keeping
And refrained...

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He started a club, but was completely unaware..
That many would follow, and join his despair.
Robert Johnson the first, was a pioneer of rock..
Poisoned by jealousy...

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Pink rose, plucked from its garden of sweet earth,
laid fondly on her grave to venerate
a woman of inestimable worth
on this, her day of birth I...

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Drifter

Coming in from nowhere, 
staying only a moment, 
and then moving on. 
Friend, or foe?
Hard to know. 
What to call you...
by name? 

Without family, 
left...

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Picture in your mind, a 70 year old mother and grandmother, hitchhiking from her village into a war shattered town of Bucha, desperately looking for...

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GRANDSON-IN-LAW

This wish is filled with lots of fun
For my grandson-in-law Andrew
He will turn 37 in the year of 2021
And will carry a few memories too

He...

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The day after my death
I had the will to get out of bed
I take a short shower to wake myself up
And make myself breakfast

Chocolate chip...

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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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K-een
A-uthor
T-ruly
H-elps
L-onely
E-motion
E-liminate
N-egativity

B-y
E-rasing
L-ife's
G-rave
A-nguish

Topic: Birthday of Kathleen P. Belga (December 09) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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Cockleburs

Small green weeds, 
with little seed pots, 
that stick to your socks. 

They travel with you, 
to the next place, 
that God wants them to...

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Glory in the Day

Your bright light...
is beyond beautiful. 
As You are King. 
That means everything, 
that it can and more. 
Beyond my reckoning. 

I long...

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this waning moon resembles a sliver of hope dimly lit
where the millesimal of memories of you descend over me
as i stand at your grave in...

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Planning Better

The goal line is high, 
and it will take most of my life, 
to climb to the top. 
That is okay, 
as an objective...

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The Moon
(not made of cheese)

Space "cadet", 
what a wonderful word, 
that means student of the stars. 
I gaze up into the heavens, 
knowing God is...

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