Long Farewell(a) Poems
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When our flag is torn and burned I yearn
For an America I once knew.
When our patriots fall I hear the call
Of cold blood red, white and blue.
And hearing the talk from those that mock
The beauty of our beliefs,
I’m reminded that freedom’s price
Isn’t always pure, sweet peace.
As the eagle dares in places where
Some will never see;
Higher ground where love is found
America aims to be.
God bless all those who gave their all
That others might remain,
In liberty’s light through day and night
They did not go down in vain.
Sail on, sail on,
Sail onward homeward bound…
Making this world a better place,
True freedom you have found.
Though human thoughts and words cannot
Apprehend all your good treasures,
Laying down your life for friends
Goes beyond all human measure.
Sail on, sail on,
Sail onward homeward bound…
God bless you all who gave your all
That we living might sleep sound.
All you noble warriors
And lovers of democratic dreams:
Salutations, admiration,
Laurels of inestimable esteem.
From now on through eternity
To thrones of noble realms;
We give thanks for all your selflessness
And bid you fond farewell.
In the abyss of my soul, a chasm lies,
Where echoes of your love once whispered sweet sighs.
Hey love, how are you? A question that haunts my mind,
As I wander, lost, in this desolate land of heart and time.
The pain within me swells, a tempest raging free,
Tears fall like autumn rain, a deluge of misery.
Day and night, I'm consumed by thoughts of you,
Wondering if I'll ever behold your face anew.
My mind is a maze, a labyrinth of what-ifs and whys,
Where shadows of doubt creep, and fears arise.
I replay our moments, our laughter, our tears,
Searching for the moment when love disappeared through the years.
You left without a word, a whispered goodbye,
Leaving me with shattered dreams, and a heart that's lost its sigh.
I'm left to pick up the pieces, to mend the tears,
But how can I repair the fabric of my soul, when you're not here?
The memories of our love, a bittersweet refrain,
Echoes of joy, now taunt me, a heart in pain.
We once shared our deepest secrets, our hopes, our fears,
But now, silence hangs between us, like a specter, a thousand years.
I try to recall the love we shared, the promises you made,
But like sand between my fingers, it slips away, a fleeting shade.
Was I not enough? Was I just a moment's whim?
A fleeting fancy, a love that wasn't meant to be within?
The weight of your absence crushes me, a burden I bear,
A heart torn asunder, a soul that's lost its way, its care.
I'm a shadow of my former self, a mere specter of love,
A heart that's broken, shattered, and bruised, sent from above.
In this darkness, I'm searching for a glimmer of light,
A beacon to guide me, through the endless night.
But like a mirage, it vanishes, leaving me more forlorn,
A heart that's lost, a soul that's torn.
Is this the end of love? Is this the final goodbye?
A farewell to the dreams, the hopes, the love that we once knew why?
I'm left to ponder, to wonder, to weep and to mourn,
For the love we had, for the love that's lost, for the heart that's torn.
In the silence, I hear your voice, a whispered goodbye,
A final farewell, a love that's died.
I'm left to pick up the pieces, to mend the tears,
But how can I repair the fabric of my soul, when you're not here?
In your presence, a trembling dance unfolds,
Why do you shake, a mystery untold?
Each moment shared, a delicate quake,
Like dropped perfume, memories break.
At my mom's farewell, a somber day,
Our worlds collided in an unusual way.
Others observed, a subtle connection,
In shared grief, a silent reflection.
Amidst the whispers, a lingering desire,
Yet, your silence fans love's quiet fire.
Why won't you call, unveil the enigma?
In the unsaid words, emotions stigma.
Around me, tremors echo unexplained,
A dance of nerves, feelings unrestrained.
Perfumed memories, a fragrant cloak,
In the unspoken, our hearts bespoke.
Legitimate Love
Executed for marrying the illegitimate like Christians
and Soldiers St. Valentine died for someone else’s love
to flourish a convict for his own mellow convictions
His last farewell a letter signed ‘Your Valentine’ is all
that remains from the cross I suppose he melted away
on apart from bitter decadence flowers and chocolate
What a sweet turnaround from persecution
who knows whether one day at supper time
there is enough to eat for everyone when
at last swords might trickle cocoa butter
and poppies bear no grave reminder of the trenches
when crusades and grenades are persuaded to rest in quiet Peace
Until then and while material consumption favours greed
and warfare makes the coffers overflow in plenty for the few
I shall carry the cross to the market have my nails done for the rendezvouz
not impaled in my hands cherish the thorns not crowned on my head
and admit that my overeating of sweet cupidity will deprive unfortunate
others of some basic necessities which could of course be purchased
With a love other
than that expressed with
chocolates and flowers on one day alone
Romania's Last Ball
We have become tenants in our own country like shadows without border or name,
Our flour yields nothing and the bread no longer rises from the flame,
Foreign interests grind us down like a worm inside the core of a ripe apple bright,
And the destiny of our people has been broken... and no one took up its fight.
The Phanariots lead us with hands of wax and with oaths that are easily swapped,
They change their faith like neckties and their forgotten promises are dropped,
Humbly we apologize that they have not tormented us enough in this short life,
And they teach betrayal to the young... with a sweet voice... and with a deaf and hollow knife.
We no longer have factories and we no longer have land and we no longer have a voice,
We speak our own language in another tongue and words are no longer our choice,
Only the beautiful shame of a people preparing itself for exile and for wandering,
And even the graves are packing up for the road... in this agony and squandering.
Mad poet what words do you still mutter about a people that will not yield,
When we have become beggars and servants on our own native field,
The living and the dead mixed together ready to emigrate at the break of day,
A de-Romanianized Romania... counting its children... who no longer want to stay.
The fatal bell is heard on the evening of the last ball and the final night,
Times of fury and of hailstorms are coming down on all our children's sight,
The high and mighty dance upon our ruins in their cold and festive wear,
And we watch as our country... is sold... and lost... and disappears into the air.
Safe travels people lost on a bet we never knew that we were making and giving,
Farewell mother country... farewell... a word we speak but cannot believe we are living,
Perhaps tomorrow there will be emptiness and all of us will leave with broken hearts to roam,
Romania... the last ball... and the orchestra... keeps playing... keeps playing... far from home.
In shadows' grasp, a silent breath,
Life's curtain falls, the dance with death.
Through twilight's veil, a solemn waltz,
Eternal echoes, life's somber exalts.
A journey ends, the final embrace,
Whispers linger in the quiet space.
A tapestry woven, threads of the past,
Memories endure, a love that will last.
In the realm unknown, where spirits roam,
A departure from the earthly home.
Yet, in the heart, a flicker remains,
A legacy of moments, where love sustains.
In twilight's hush, a journey nears its close,
Dying whispers softly, as the evening chose.
Fading echoes of a life once bright,
Embracing shadows, transitioning to night.
Colors wane, like petals in repose,
A symphony of silence, as the chapter slows.
Whispers of farewell, a bittersweet refrain,
Ephemeral moments, as time loosens its chain.
the dove has gone,
gone away far
without saying any goodbye
the wind of last autumn has gone,
gone away without touching my heart
the leaf of last winter has fallen down
without dying by yellowish white
the dew of last winter has vanished
without kissing your luscious cheek
also the last spring has gone
without awakening my loving sense
the summer, now has become last summer
also has gone without a slight staring
now the rainy sets in
but you have gone on the warmth boat of the summer
you were silent, did not utter a single words,
also you have gone without saying goodbye
I know,
I know all these gone away
now come as the extreme rains
burst into tears,
inundate over there and here;
take it note my darling-
your quiet gone away
will be a farewell, a goodbye
and my love will recognize you even from far
-Wednesday, July 10, 2019 Chattogram
A four pillared greeting, a long winding road
A quiet, eerie presence; cold, soft whispers...friend or foe?
A cry from the mountains rides on the breeze
It's heard in the valley, it's heard in the trees
Fallen for God and fallen for Spain!
It's not spoken with pride, but with pain and disdain
It comes like a croak, ragged and dry
Like it's been all boxed up and has not seen the light
The cries sing aloud from the walls of the nave
Most of them dug up; their final resting place: a mass grave
A shrine to the fallen for country and kin
A monument to remember; never forget this buried sin
A four pillared farewell, a quiet drive home
A reassuring presence, a new friend, a renewed hope