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We were brothers, you and me.
and with Daniel, we were three.
left with little but brotherly trust.
We survived a youth of dirt and rust.
Careless teens, we were wild.
Stuck between adult and child.
To play it safe? no sir, not us.
We always seemed impervious.
We built a fort of nails and wood.
We slept out in to prove we could.
a wash tub fire, we careless kept.
that burned the fort up, as we slept.
Through good times and some bad.
Never complaining of the little we had.
You were my rock, the two of you
and through the hardships you were true.
So here in parting, at this tragic end
To you, David, my loving friend.
though you may never hear me say.
Today one of my heroes passed away.
I remember the little things
like when you walked me down the aisle.
You said ' It's not too late to run for it"
I tried so hard not to smile.
I remember leaving Goldie at the cabin
as we went out fishing for the day
and you having to haul her in
because she swam to the boat anyway.
Or when we went to Vegas.
Passing the hotel where Elvis had his show.
This was not too long after Elvis died.
You said " I'd have got you in" , I said " I know".
There's all these little memories
that are running through my head,
that any other time would make me smile
but now make me cry instead.
I know I should be thankful
that you're no longer in pain.
I hope you know how much I love you
and that our loss is Heaven's gain.
The Shadow Box
Written: by Tom Wright
11/27/2015
This represents Joe’s four tours in Vietnam,
With profundity, I gaze with swollen pride.
I affix no value to this remnant from his life,
But soul search for answers while ideas collide.
Missing After Action for 30 years
Joe’s name isn’t inscribed on the moving wall,
Nor does a granite headstone note his spot.
Yet I numbered Joe D. among the living dead,
A treasured memory that time couldn’t blot.
Today,
Joe’s ashes rest somewhere in a field alone,
Obeying each zephyr that may occur each day;
Soon destined to become as a forgotten stone,
For in death, as in life, Joe did things his way.
Joe passed leaving family with a myriad of unanswered questions
That only God now holds the answers to.
Tom
I Wish I Could’ve Told You
I wish I could’ve told you, back then before you died,
‘Cos you so badly wanted to know about the reason,
For my good nature, kind heart and intelligence plied,
The content of my belief about Jesus and his lesson.
I had the guts to say, I think, just what I read and took,
From the gospels wager to generate circumstances raw,
From a disciple’s view of town life in old Nazareth’s nook,
From how their readers would interpret the followers’ caw.
But I only went so far, and didn’t explain your standing,
To me as an atheist, you were so noble with communion:
I didn’t say if I counted myself in the church for grounding;
I never questioned your divisive separation of human union.
I wasn’t able to be commended by school carers firm,
With steal regarding the acceptance of siblings able;
I would never have been graced by others to confirm,
My ramification of atheism’s way, historical and capable.
So I never said the words to you James, hid and dried,
That I don’t believe in god, the existence or the myth,
But I know from my young days of those tears you cried,
Because I felt your reverence for my own dear pith.
Atheists are not valid in society, still not to this day,
Feel snubbed by those who fear life’s bold dynamics,
Find themselves abused by alligators of literary play,
But who strive for righteousness and its rhythmics.
We suffer in silence yet our hearts bleed out loud
We hope our hearts, keep our feelings sealed yet our eyes reveal what our heart tried to conceal
We Fight for Strength
We Battle for Bravery
We clutch our hearts and threaten to die for the pain that builds inside
To say we miss you would be a lie, for that in itself is an understatement
We feel emptiness creep upon our souls, as winter does an autumn tree
We are like flowers waiting to bloom, like a light bulb in a dark room
We stand still in different places waiting.....
We wait for your sweet kisses to clear away fallen tears
To hear you call to tattle on your little sister for beating you up.
Or just to say "I Love you Mom, and I miss you."
To hear you say "Hey dipstick" (a crazy nickname you gave me).
To listen to you go on and on just to say "Alex these girls be crazy."
We watch for your shadow to emerge as you walk about in our shops to chew da fat with Dad, and listen as he gives words of encouragement and wisdom
You spread your love like birds in flight
You flashed those pearls and made everything bright
To countless you touched for many called you family
But, to us you were our HEART, the missing link to our jig saw puzzle
Your presence was made, Your absence is surely missed
SLEEP WELL EL NINO
NOTE: Sedoka syllable count is interchangeable
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5-7-5
Nikatauta:
5-7-5
Sedokada:
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SETUP: I was THE baby ~~0~~ They were MY babies
The Passed My Past
my siblings called me
the walking problem maker
~ I'm the problem child
my kids once called me
the walking problem solver
~ I am the problem
~ be better sitters
they are to resolve ~ failure
I win ~ +movies ~ they lose
~ be better parents
they are to resolve ~ failure
I lose ~ objectives they win
~~0~~
I miss long ago
to be called a brat again
and useless to them
I miss recently
to be told thanks dad again
can you help me dad
benefits I ~ had
they have all passed on ~ but me
their absence ~ is now my void
benefits I ~ have
they have all moved on ~ from me
ocean parts ~ but not our hearts
*to my wife and son who are now with my family
(This is a fictional poem)
My nephew drove my motorcycle without my permission.
I told him that motorcycle drivers should always wear helmets but he didn't listen.
He had a bad wreck and he injured his head.
When his dad felt for a pulse, he was horrified to learn that he was dead.
As he held his son's lifeless body, he cried and cried.
It tore us all up when he died.
Because it was my motorcycle, my brother blames me.
He said I killed his son and his entire family agrees.
If my nephew had been wearing a helmet, his life wouldn't have came to an end.
Now I'm in misery because of his death and because my brother never wants to
see me again.
Form:
Empty As the Hourglass Shatters
The sand is slowly passing through...
the seconds, minutes, hours of time.
Now precious grains show less to view,
for time is scarce and slowing down
to sandy streams that flow sometime...
begin, then stop, resume, shutdown.
No chance to flip for a new start,
for the last grain will sound the chime
as shattered hourglass falls apart...
along with hearts...at death's 'showtime'.
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: The Last
Sponsor: Silent One
Judged: 12/01/2018
~2nd Place~
Contest: Rhyme Time 4: 10 Lines
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Rhyme Scheme: A-B-A-C-B-C-D-B-D-B
Judged: 06/29/2018
When I was a child I waited for Your call
How could You do this to me
We stood by the phone but You were busy
How could I have thought You heard
The youngness wasn't enough
You were too disconnected to answer
Unaware we dialed You again and again
The others waited too and starved
I believed in Your love
The Omnipotence fragmented
For you Brother
The signal was one ring and I should ring back
But the Power said disconnected
I tried You again but the voice said no
The number you have reached is not in service
So I checked the number and again it said clear
Those tears turned into a river and we saw You sail by
You were needed at the church and the glory
Two children stayed and together was no matter
Dancing we made new games and prayer
Oh Dio
Am older now and the prayer
My brother is gone cause he took a cab
Their was no fare
He doesn't wait now but I still
I hear him in the night
I see him in strangers and glances
Begging You I wait as before
The toys help with those moments and dialing
Your phone rings off the hook
God help us all
A wooden flute,
I glimpsed among my mother’s treasured keepsakes,
Often Wondered.....
Why it seemed the most precious than everything else she cherished!
A pathos lurking underneath the saddest smile, she told me...
The flute was the only thing she had of her brother,
who, in their childhood, played music when she sang,
He passed away from tuberculosis, in his twenties ..
the two efflorescent roses on the same branch…
one fell and perished, when it could have blossomed and
charmed the earth with its fragrance!
The other one clung to the tiny piece of memory he left..
A Symphony Of Love!
FIRST PLACE
Edited " Last Sigh" on September 24, 2021
For "P" Old or New Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France