Homage Poems

Because I Would Not Stop for Death: A Homage to Emily Dickinson

after Because I could not stop for Death, by Emily Dickinson

Because I would not stop for Death,
he kindly stopped for me.
A wilted bouquet in one hand—
a reminder of life's mortality.

We began to walk—he knew no haste—
side by side, as we always were.
In silence, no sympathies were spoken,
as he knew I often preferred.

We passed the house

Give Them to Me

If you have them for me
If they are in you to give
Then give them to me...
If I've been good
Or, at least you thought I was good
Give them...
I receive them humbly and wholeheartedly
Don't hold 'em
For if you do, I will miss their beauty
Their freshness will wane and soon they will wilt and fade away
So give them...
Freely_
I'd

The Ship Came Like A Flying Horse or Homage to the Famous Poet Franketienne

The ship came like a flying horse, at an inexact time
Our brother-sailor, from the Pantheon of Poets, was on board
Jean Pierre Basilic Dantor Frankétienne D’argent
Who wrote, in haste, the last act
Happened to be miraculously on the port
He got on and left without speaking, without money
Without his masterpieces, without a little house
That’s life, we leave at

Homage To The Leaf

Homage To The Leaf
Miracle Man
10/28/2024

From buds they sprout in early spring,
providing the tree with its summer wear.
They shade the songbirds as they sing,
and provide an escape from summers glare.

Powered by sunlight photosynthesis occurs,
they’re living food workshops for the tree.
Each coming spring this phenomenon recurs,
they provide a shade for drinking iced tea.

From naked branches leaves sprout

Homage to Nature

An abandoned cottage holds
                           remnants of secrets unexplored.
                     

An Homage to the Lost Pearls of Wisdom on Ancient Computers

Abort!
This collapsed coping mechanism has left me alamort 
I was just a shameful conjugal visit
And a muse for playing with fire 
You never questioned me and that's how I know you’re not innocent 
You're a walk on a frozen pond;
Irritated on the surface but internally pernicious
I'm an autotelic where my adulation is the dripping ink

Queen Of Madness Act 1

Alice found herself in the icy grip of a desolate cell, her countenance devoid of emotion, her gaze lost in the abyss. As she hummed a haunting melody, fragments of her past began to surface, blurring the line between reality and nightmare. Her screams echoed off the cold stone walls as sanity crumbled under the

Homage to the Spider's Art

It had strung its masterpiece 
across my path and barred
my way not by force or by means
I couldn't break, but by a fragile,
spectral thread secured to a part of me 
it somehow knew would not destroy
the beauty of its art, but would pause 
in reverence to view, say a prayer,
then turn back to let it

Motionality

if I could but reach 
        a little bit further,

the Baltic winds, the Irish Sea,
not even the Atlantic

could my need for misgivings divide

what a trespass to be whole! 
let no thing restore my soul

not swells of madness,
        nor gladness proliferating
in form

Homage to Poets

In life’s rich, cascading waterfalls , they bathe! 
Sun glistening on their tanned glorious skin.
If a rainshower,later, suddenly, their picnic ends,
They simply, smile, and rush to find a cozy inn!

They do not seek darkish thoughts.morose.
Neither write poetry, wherein life is all a joke.
Principled, people, in fine, feathered.prose.
Respectful,never profane ..maidens and blokes.


Unafraid women and men of

Homage To Living a Sober Life

Drop a rock into a still pond,
and the ripples echo.
A large enough rock,
and a pond sized tsunami,
waves echoing beyond the edges.
Every step I take creates ripples.
Sometimes, a tsunami.
After all, I'm not screaming in outer space.
And the trillions of steps before mine
that gave me the ground I walk on,
need to be acknowledged by the care I

A Love Letter

Oh sweet nothing, I really miss you
Just putting one foot on the table, or two
If I could just sink in to this sofa and stew
Oh sweet nothing, I do so miss you

What if you could see me now?
Running in circles like a professional greyhound
You’d not know me, life’s so loud
Oh sweet nothing, if you could

Nine Eleven 2001

A day
That I’ll always remember
A very somber DAY
A very sad day
A day to ponder
A day to wonder
A day
Not like any other day
A very unusual day
A day to pray
A day to say
A day of madness
A day of sadness
Oh! my God
A very crazy day
A day to respect the Lord
A day of hell
A day to hail
The Almighty
With respect

Satchmo's Trumpet - Homage To Louis Armstrong

From afar a sound of "Blues" so tender
Like Satchmo strumming his trumpet
His loud voice calling us together
Makes me in verses break into yesterday

Oh Louis...raise your voice to everyone
Make the trumpet's call sound loud
Chase away the fears of the crowd
And those outside who think they're alone

Oh Louis... now release the husky voice
Nice and slow, neither hot

Within Her Maternal Enfoldment: a Niece's Homage

Though not by choice, you became my kin,
Our joy not constant, yet our bond within.
I'm inspired by your every move,
In your presence, cherished moments prove.

I strive to earn your pride and respect,
Yet at times, I stumble and deflect.
Still, you offer guidance and support,
Amidst my life's challenges, you escort.

If only I possessed your humor's grace,
If only

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