In Memoriam Poems

The sky didn't rain enough

I opened the door
it was unfamiliarly wet outside
the water eroded the memory

I have opened the wrong door

each door has a history
didn't know that
so I accidentally changed the story

now I'm entangled 
it feels like drifting through the ocean 
while seagrass has taken over your body
pushing you back

I don't want to go back

it is dark and wet
the

Briam, then and now

Briam, then

I'm Briam,
I'm the one who's always by 'em.
At the fair, he listens to every sound,
and sometimes begs to go on the merry-go-round.
As for the other rides, he's deathly afraid to try 'em.

Liam, now

I'm Briam,
I was the one who was always by 'em.
At the fair, he listened to every sound,
and sometimes begged to go on

The Unbroken Spirit of African Leaders' Legacy

Africa's land, shadows of colonialism still linger
Leaders rise, with hearts aflame, resisting the fetters
Of Western dominance, a legacy of dolor
Their courage, a luminary, in the dark of night's refrain
Kwame Nkrumah's vision, a guiding radiance
Pan-Africanism's fervor, burning bright
Unity and self-determination, his battle cry
Ghana's freedom, his legacy, forever exalted

Julius Nyerere's Ujamaa, a path less trod
Self-reliance's puissance, Tanzania's

life's final sentence

clouds think of stars
my Milkyway bars

motionless water
       on
 heart open 
        to
 blue skies

the trees are still green
well whatever

puzzle

over a thousand pieces 
to complete my puzzle
a picture of me, my heart
piecing it together my whole life
fitting in a new piece
filling in the frame
never quite complete
       pieces break off 
       pieces fall away 
leaving holes where others should be
   

I heard a song

I thought of you today when I heard a song – 
A pop star using “ima” like you used to do.
The memories flooding my mind were strong,

Despite it all I put on a smile and sang along.
Reminders of correcting your English for you.
I thought of you today when I heard a song.

A rap star’s lyrics

All Of The Little Things Our Little Brains Choose To Remember For A Short Little While

Isn’t it odd?
All of the little things
that remain in our
little brains?

One day, you’ll
be walking down the
street, just minding your
own business, when suddenly
you’ll stop.

A sight,
A sound,
A scent,
A memory,

Something you have
never seen, heard, smelt,
or even experienced before
will catch your incomplete attention
so completely.

And send you to
the most magical of
places.

Something from your
childhood,

Something from the
small town you drove through
last autumn.

Something

When Peace Became a Memory

By Tanvir Mostafa 

Where are our those days, where is our lost society?
What we behold right now—is it the proper system of community?
Does goodness prevail or exist in the mid of us really?
We find soundness of reason and justice only occasionally.
Many a poet says the world is the right place for love and peace,
But perhaps

Calling

Calling
To the I Am 
Alone and on my knees
In a valley filled with death's air 
His gift: Freedom in an endless expanse
My prison's narrow walls collapsed 
I walked in green meadows 
Seeing the sun
Calling


Inspired by a prayer from the beautiful "Man's Search for Meaning" by Viktor Frankl.

MOUSE HOUSE

MOUSE HOUSE*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In my shoe, I found quite a sight,
a small mouse, with fur soft and light.
     He twitched and he squeaked,
     as I gasped and I freaked,
Then we both took off running in fright!

*This poem is written in memoriam and dedicated to the field mouse who mistakenly

Lost

Didn't know I was lost, but I was.
Fourteen hours now, maybe more      
since I left to find my way
to the highway.

Water's all gone with the last of the sun,
or was it the day before?    
I don't know anymore. What was it she said?
made me laugh.. 
and forget,

The Last Survivor

Harold John Bray, Jr., Seaman 2C- The last surviving member of the iconic Navy vessel the USS Indianapolis. The Indy was a capitol ship that just returned statewide for major repairs and refitting, following a Japanese Kamikaze attack at Okinawa. Nine members of the crew were killed, a somber time. Harold enlisted in the U.S.

For Comparison Competition

Happy Mother’s Day!
Hooray, should I say?
Nay! ‘Tis naught but disarray you fool

I dodge ducks – their beluga-toned feathers at least– 
and the platinum pillows from whence they came
Whizzing by like my long four years of fame,
Eggs of pikachu hue, toast of darkest sinew

Oh no, I must go
She’s as happy as a blobfishy
How was I to

Those we love

When singing praise to the Lord above,
that our feeling take flight like a white dove.
The joyful songs melts away all anger and fear.
That one can't help not to drop a tear.
Yet in the end the believers find comfort,where there's love.

Armistice

NOVEMBER 2022

Rightly so, the poppies flood
Early in the winter sky
Merrily stood in field, and this
Existence of mine has passed by
Maybe they'd watch us contend
But are authorities ever sober?
Early now, in Winter's sky
Realise how they owed her

Unwillingly ignorant to the loss, they'll be
Scorching their retinas, a veil of red

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