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A Eulogy in Memory of My Dead Love

A Eulogy in Memory of My Dead Love

Dear Ladies and Gentlemen! My Loved Brothers and Sisters! Respected Believers!
This day, this Saturday, is very sad in the calendar. Cold, oppressive autumn day.
We may once again witness the departure of a mortal soul. This is her last journey.

Yes. Hmm. This is her last hour in our world.

To the White Rose of Germany , In memory of Sophie Scholl and the White Rose resistance group

In halls where silence cloaked the dread,
You raised a voice, though fear had spread.
With leaflets fluttering like doves in flight,
You lit a candle in the night.

Not with guns, nor iron might,
But truth and courage, fierce and bright.
A rose in winter, pure and still,
Defying hate with steadfast will.

Your words, like whispers through the air,
Asked hearts to

The Ballad of the Forbidden Flame - In memory of Oscar Wild

He wore no mask of murder’s face,
No blade was in his hand,
But still they called his love a crime,
And could not understand.
He kissed a boy with poet’s grace,
The courts replied: “He’s banned.”

They cast him in a narrow cell,
Where joy must learn to die.
He’d loved too much, and not too safe:
Too deep, too true, too high.
And

In memory of Gizmo guinea pig

You flew beside me, small and brave,
From west coast skies to the ocean wave.
Tucked in close, not a sound you made,
Just calm little heartbeats, never afraid.

I gave you a friend, a buddy to share,
Skipperely wheeked, and you both were a pair.
In cozy corners, you’d nuzzle tight,
Two little souls curled safe each night.

But illness came like

In Memory Of

So many friends came to say goodbye
Remember the good times, not going to cry
You were such a part of everyone you knew
A special someone for everything that makes up you
Hard to accept that you are no longer here
Keep waiting for the moment when you reappear
It really hit me, hearing the songs you wrote
Nobody else could

In Memory Of My Lost Loved Ones

Standing here by the shore
Far beyond my long gaze
I see the earth and sky closer
My memory turns into quiet sea
That reflects through generations
Every thoughts I have is all
For everyone I dearly love whom
Like dew on grass - pure, sincere
And filled with light but now long gone
Time slows down to let me whisper
To my ancestors in

I kissed the night like an old lover, in memory of days long past

I kissed the night like an old lover, in memory of days long past,
drinking from its shadows like a deep, unsettling crimson wine,
loneliness wore a velvet cloak, silky and heavy like a forgotten dream,
and I, a smile stitched with threads of melancholy, let myself be lost in the evening's decline.
The moon, a silent witness, watched

Sonnet for a Loved One - In Memory of Kim

We lose our loved ones since life is wayward. 
For everyone, the breath of death, it stinks.
Its kiss, calamitous shame. E'en flowers
turn martyrs, beauty burns, and despair sinks.

A proud mother barred from her cherished calf.
She hates the dark hole, black toll, worthless tomb 
which stakes a Cross, and none will wish to laugh
when elephant sorrows

In Memory Of Rod Serling

Crossing over
into the realm 
of non-description
reference and paradigm
sleep alone

Borders falling inward
upon themselves
leaving only what
the mind forgoes
—and the soul forbids

(The New Room: 1-15-2025)

In Memory of Nana

In sharing my thoughts about Nana...
Where do I even begin?
Her smile that lit up every room?
Her sparkle? Her mischievous grin?

Her rib cracking hugs have been mentioned a lot
By the friends who she mutually adored.
Many felt inspired by her courage, her faith
And her trust in the Sovereign Lord.

Her sense of humour was second to none.
She loved

In Memory Of Pale Male

In the heart of Manhattan, where the city thrives,
Lived a hawk named Pale Male, with piercing eyes.
On a grand Fifth Avenue ledge, he made his nest,
A symbol of nature, in the urban crest.
With feathers so light, and a spirit so free,
He soared above skyscrapers, for all to see.
A legend in the park, where he chose

In memory of you

In Memory Of
In Memory of my Nana Viola Mae Yeager (Chamberlain)
12/02/1928-04/12/2014
Written By Ashley Marie Gilchrist
On April 13, 2014

Today the time has come the sun shall rise,
and sure to set today
Nana's  time has come,
She has no regrets.
Her life she lived, as beautiful and wonderful as she did.
Sure we all know, 
 a better place, that.

In Memory of

In Memory Of
In Memory of my Nana Viola Mae Yeager (Chamberlain)
12/02/1928-04/12/2014
Written By Ashley Marie Gilchrist
On April 13, 2014

Today the time has come the sun shall rise,
and sure to set today
Nana's  time has come,
She has no regrets.
Her life she lived, as beautiful and wonderful as she did.
Sure we all know, 
 a better place, that.

In Memory of Pocket Knives

On those long days
when it was too hot to ride
or run, a boy would find
an island of cool beneath
a tree and sit there 
with his pocket knife
to whittle away time
and a piece of wood.
A good blade could shape 
the hull of a model boat
or thinly peel an apple
or carve a name clean
into the smooth bark

In Memory of Oreo, the Glasses Thief

In Memory of Oreo, the Glasses Thief

My guinea pig named Oreo, an affectionate little soul with a talent to behold..

With fur as soft as moonlight’s gleam,

And eyes so bright, like stars in a dream.

My Oreo, you brought such delight,

With mischief in your heart, mischief in your sight.

A master of curiosity, you wandered with grace,

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