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She never liked it here this her confession
I knew all along I had a connection
her husband passed away
and the very next day
A rental truck in the funeral procession
Sad husband just buried wife.
Clad in funeral glad rags;
Seeks refuge in libations.
Taxi called to bar
Date written: 09/25/2021
He died as he lived
Without making waves
Without fanfare
A simple man
A humble man
A loving husband
And devoted father
A man of principles
Of integrity
A dreamer
A macgyver
Determined
To live with integrity
And harmony
At peace with both
Living and dying
Ready to meet His Maker
Leaving with a promise on his lips
To keep over us a watchful eye
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~A SIMPLE MAN~ 2020
Submitted on June 28, 2020 for contest IN LOVING MEMORY sponsored by REGINA RIDDLE - RANKED 7TH
and on June 22, 2019 for FUNERAL, EULOGY, OR MEMORIAL SERVICE POETRY CONTEST sponsored by TEAM POETRYSOUP
standing at the altar
wearing a tuxedo
to his funeral
When he arrived home,
All he gave to her,
Was gone,
He will sleep on a broken heart,
All alone,
His fist can no longer break her,
His words can no longer make her,
Through no fault of her own,
He visits her eternal bed carved in beautiful stone,
"God has healed my bruises,
With him I am safe and loved at home."
The tears that fell from his bloodshot eyes,
Quenches the soil,
Reaching deep inside,
She swallows his remorse and pitiful cries,
One last drink that she despised,
The weeds have grown where he sighs,
He will break,
Until,
He too, dies.
Vickie Thayer @2018
Just like you to make a last minute date,
leaving me a quickly scribbled note,
before tossing aside that broken campaign pencil from last year's election--
I remember you snapping it apart
when you found out your man lost.
I laughed at you peering through your old bifocal glasses,
frame twisted awkwardly,
making you look somewhat frog-eyed.
"Let's see that production you mentioned.
Meet you at 7:30, the Lyric; dinner afterward."
I did an "Oh, goodie!" and left for work.
You never arrived; cell phone going straight to voicemail.
I stared at the playbill, September 8, 2001,
gave up and drove home, worried . . .
The police found me here,
telling me the details in their flat, official way;
three days later, your funeral . . .
a whole world grieves with me
for today American changed,
today, everything changed . . .
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, October 3, 2014
Head bowed
Another lost
Only nineteen
Life exhaust
Suicide bomber
Checkpoint aimed
Distant detonation
Bloodthirsty reign
Flown home
Last journey
Sombre flight
Deceased early
Airport met
Coffin carried
Mourning wife
Newly married
Another hero
Theatre down
Another funeral
Tearful town
Families gather
Friends unite
Stars n Stripes
Mournful sight
Firing salute
Last farewell
Congregation disperse
Wishing well
Clare's hands were clasped upon her lap,
upon her crown, a veiled black lace hat.
A shattered calm she wore;
that took on strength
self-steadied after several drinks
If one dared look closer, to penetrate -
then one would see through the black veil's lace,
and reveal a woman, blank of face,
that long ago had left this place.
Clasped hands
on which shine a
diamond ring
lustre lost,
as do those things
that shine, then dull.
A lover's token
which she pushed and pulled.
Parades of people floated past
condolences said and sent
as people slowly came and went.
Clare remained
with hands still clasped upon her lap
diamond dully staring back.
All had gone, as had he,
as Clare fell to her knees
face pale and pasty white
searching for that brilliant light
that never came.
Clare stumbled out into the night
guided by vodka and
lace veiled sight
alone again; Clare cried insane
until a large sum of money came
as did twice before
when on her finger
shone a diamond ring -
lustre lost - as do those things
that shine, then dull
that push, then pull
In her closet, near the back
waits a favorite
veiled black lace hat
Frank
A man of God, and a friend to many
Heart of gold, shining so radiantly
Lovin life, his family and friends
Frank had a joy that no soul could deny
Always ready with a joke to make a sad soul smile
Always ready, if needed, to pray a while
Loving others, but loving Jesus most of all
Frank served his Jesus and gave his all
A doctor visit revealing stage three cancer
A whole life, now changing forever
Every day presenting new challenges
Franks beloved bride, sharing with him the peaks and valleys
God said it was now time to go
We grieve the loss of his presence, but this one thing we know
Frank is in heaven, without any more pain
Learning that to die and be with Christ, is truly gain
He is worshipping his Savior now, for all eternity!
Having flown with you.
Having watched you wither.
Beauty remains,
But the most beautiful has blown away.
Memories remain.
Mementoes remain.
Hate the remains of my life without you.
Mistakenly
You have taken me
To the open, angry earth.
You have left me to claw my casket.
Scraping,
Scratching,
Spastically striving...
To escape,
To survive.
I’m alive!
Withered,
Wired,
Watch the whimsical poet.
Flying,
Frying,
The bastard with the bowl.
I had five days to choose the chosen.
Five days to direct the destiny of the predestined.
Five days done gone by...
Loved no one.
Felt so low.
Felt I was going nowhere...
There was nowhere to go.
Felt I knew no friends...
There were no friends to know.
Solitary.
I have succumbed to seclusion.
Beat down.
Feeling the dry ground.
Fearing the melodic sound:
My desperate breathing.
My own heart beating.
But my fears could not imagine the depth of lonliness.
The flowers
the flowers
are crying, you see,
as they cling to the wood
that encompasses me
and the heart that still loves
the now widow above
who will hopefully never forget
that
the husband
the husband
all covered in fleurs
who now sleeps in the earth
is still grateful to her
and the heart that still pines
for the lover enshrined
who has never once thought to regret
all
the moments
the moments
that love had endowed
and
the kisses
the kisses
that came with the vow
to
his lover
his lover
who will not allow
her memories--
to wither away,
unlike the fleurs
on destined day.
I LOVE YOU
If I die tomorrow I really would not mind
I say this because I have lived my time
and I thank God for every moment we share
even if we argued I still knew you cared
so when I leave this earth
and they burry me in the cold lonely dirt
I will ask god watch out for you
as I will always do
-ADALYN DIAZ-