Long Memorial Poems

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Premium Member Echoes of Children

I was going through pictures I found in our attic
Pictures of our first newborn and more
Echoes of children ran through my mind
Like the surf hitting a distant shore
First day of school as proud as could be
First birthday party and riding his bike
On a picnic one summer under a tree
One getting ready for a Cub Scout hike
I stopped for a moment and gazed at the wall
Echoes of children playing in the hall
I found more in a box barely within reach 
From a family vacation in Virginia Beach
Little league pictures and ones from fifth grade
Marching in the Memorial Day parade
One taken with Santa and with Mickey Mouse
Echoes of children in this old house
Form: Rhyme


Elegy To the Uyghur Khaganate

O Glorious and Wise Empire of the East 
Slaughtered by cold winter’s wrath and the azure dragon 
For this world had no place to lay your gentle head 
Your monasteries of light now some mists of black soot 
Your masterful art now mere fragments burned by flames 
Your songs to the sun and moon now dead whisps of the wind 
Your glory was a brief shooting star in the night 	

You were a holy mountain, with rivers flowing 
Rivers with elect sailing to the four ends of the world  
Where trees and flowers sang songs of liberation 
With your horses’ galloping being the sweet tune of life 

Whispers of your bravery and wisdom still resound today 
Your treasure, in the dragon’s nest, waiting to shine again 
May another white shooting star enlighten the world again 
O you Sovereign and Glorious Empire of the East
Form: Elegy

Premium Member The Killing Fields

The Killing Fields”
Stepping across these bodies
Makes me ill

Pools of blood stitched
In the soles of my shoes       

Body parts dripping from 
Walls where bullets passed

She went to school that day
Skipping and laughing along the way

Gunfire from hell
Unleashed in a fury of hate 
For no reason at all
Convenient it seems

Seven year old girl
Face half gone

Her mother weeps
They did nothing

Stepping across these lifeless forms
Makes me ill

Rivers of blood
Stain the asphalt

Two lovers embraced
In death 
Bullets passed through
Denying them life 

They went to a concert that day
Joking and laughing along the way

Gunfire from Hell
Rang down from above
For no reason at all
Convenient it seems 

Their parents weep
They did nothing

Stepping across these mangled forms
Makes me ill

Bodies slumped over 
In wooden pews

Riddled with bullet holes
Bibles in their hands

They went to pray to Jesus
Thinking everything right

Gunfire from hell
The open front door
All are welcome
Convenient it seems 

Jesus weeps
They did nothing

Stepping across these mutilated forms
Makes me ill

Bleeding bodies 
Screaming kids

Bisected limbs
Coughing up blood

It was their first date
Popcorn and cokes

Gunfire from hell
Came from the stage door
Down the aisles he strutted
Convenient it seems 

Defying reason
They did nothing 

Don’t you understand
What doing nothing 
Has done?

Complicit you are
No leadership you show
Your arrogance defies wisdom
Don’t you give a damn?

Maybe, if the dead 
Were one of yours?

No??

I’m going to guess
You’re too %#&! vain 
Makes you guilty as well                             

Stepping across these bodies
These bodies covered in blood
These bodies without faces
Ties a knot 
Deep in my heart
Makes me ill

Blankets cover the dead
We don’t have to look
Yet we’re part of the scene
Living in fear
These killing fields
Make me ill

Premium Member Memories and Memorial Day






Memorial Day, as I knew it, seems many centuries ago.
When sometimes those in service came back on a joyful, 
surprise furlough.


Families, friends, fun,~oh how with laughter and great and 
gateful glee we all got together!
And recalled those souls we had lost....
Lives disappeared , like wind blown, beautiful feathers.


So proud were we of our country!
Nobody of my day, dreamed of burning a flag.
Sadly, these days are to blame, point fingers 
and nag,nag, nag!


Hot dogs and hamburgers sizzled on our grills.
The huge American flag planted proudly in front,
gave us shivers and thrills.


We learned in schools real, American and not 
revisionist history! 
And we prayed and bowed our heads even in
schools, for all who died so we could be forever 
from tyrants, free!!


My family and I will joyfully carry this year on
this great day a most honorable tradition.
For no governor will prevent us from honoring 
those in graves who died to protect forever this 
God given Constitution!


We are the generation, who lost many in far 
more than one war.
No, we do not bow to propagandized fear!
We will bring back full freedoms once again to
all Americans once more!

Don't buy the cheap hopelessness and hype.
Time to get all your rights back on Memorial Day, 
dear patriots, as the time is more than ripe!

Recall that great song, "this land was made for 
you and me."
And now, you will have to fight a new war now, 
to get back your God given liberties!

            

            May 23, 2020
             1pm PST
 

             Poem# 1290
Form: Couplet

A Princess Like An Empress

A princess like an empress
Reigns like a tigress

Endowed with a physical form
Like a shelter from the storm

Her smile so contagious
That makes me completely delirious

Her love flows like a gentle river
Yet needs a good swimmer

Her heart beats wisdom
Her mouth preaches freedom

She sacrificed her royal blood
And builds her kingdom from the mud

Her soul lives in a cradle wrought of gold
And filled with glory yet untold

Her heart opens like a scroll
And her generosity echoes from soul to soul

Her kindness flows like a gentle river
And her personality lingers in my heart forever

Dedicated to Adebimpe Elegbede
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member One Stone - Unknown

you May-
think me odd    perhaps strange 
peculiar and off the wall-
but I
like to wander cemeteries

among    rows       on rows

I love the tranquility
there is a peace    like no other
where hidden birds sing melodies
and little creatures scurry
and time    stands still 

and I like to read inscriptions
on tombstones in the dappled sun
    or rain wet or snow covered
        gravestones monolith
            flagstones flat and small
                all the RIP inscriptions

among   rows    on rows

the relic stones     I do adore
those traces
of family history
faded now and obscure
covered in moss    some toppled over
I have to get close to read
    and even then it is a mystery

on a bright sunny day
camera in hand    journal ready
      my mind at peace
I noted    one stone    inscription
reading  U N K N O W N
this of all the stones    this broke my heart

among   rows    on rows

no name     no date     no record
no flowers ever I am sure
  no memorial of any kind
     a homeless man, perhaps
        or woman, maybe
              a baby unwanted     so sad

of all     the commemorative slabs
   the huge monuments with many names
with    beautiful words engraved
  of remembrance    with dates and names    

this unknown stone has broken my heart . . . 

____________________________
November 9, 2017


Poetry/Free Verse/One Stone-Unknown
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9597-09-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written Under Pseudonym.


Written for the contest, Two Word Challenge
sponsor, John Lawless


Second Place

Honouring the Wartime Dead

They fought with grit to save the nation, 
From poverty, squalor and infidelity, 
And when they marched it was the Nazi’s or them, 
Who would suffice to keep their dignity. 

The Second was really over the same as the First:  
The freedom and equality that democracies offer; 
Hitler was not to rule the freethinking lands, 
Which representative governments quietly did proffer.  

Their Ladies’ which, it was said, almost flew themselves, 
Were engineered by women as superior planes;  
Through dogfight and bullet, over occupied territories -
The pilots exploded German ammunition trains. 

Rhoda Monihan
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member NINE ELEVEN MEMORIES


NINE ELEVEN MEMORIES


Like the glorious Twin Towers that fell, 
I fear that day, was our descent into hell.

Our American values seemingly dashed.
Amongst all the rubble from the fiery crash.

Giant spotlghts up to the heavens glared.
The rubble of the dust, filled the New York night air!

The grand thing was, all the flags that we, in memory flew.
Days, when Americans honored and died for the Red, White, and Blue!

Do you recall, how though frightened, we all were united?
We were friendly and that made us calm and most delightes!

We honored our firemen, and of course, the brave, staunch, police.
We were all healing and made ties with friends, found comfort, our release.

Standing under the September stars, on those cool, autumn nights.
Remember how your heart pounded when you heard a plane in flight?

And despite this horrific attack, that occured so many decades ago.
We somehow never  lost our love for America again..hearts remain,
in the deep, Twin Towers hole!

Mayor Guiliani, kept New York City so serene and so calm.
He went to hundreds of funerals,providing his human,loving balm.

Soldiers went to Iraq, some, sadly, were never to return.
And the JFK Memorial candle, in Arlington, forever, still burns!

                             
                            ~God  Bless America~
    
                                     9/11/2024

                            @ Panagiota Romiuo
Form: Rhyme

Part 1: As English As Sausage, Egg, Chips and Peas

A most remarkable parish spire! and, widely acknowledged as 
Just such...constantly commented upon being seen for the 
Very first time.
Pressed into the church's soft sandstone walls, the shallow
Indentations from ball and shot left over from when the
Roundheads had came this way; 
The Royalists did determine to fight to the last man...
Or so it was, reportedly, thus contendend.
The sky above as hollow as a cathedral's resounding dome; and 
Possessing a sort of wild, uncharted immensity...
And not a bird singing...not a single bird in flight.
A strangely discomforting sunshine began to gently filter 
Through the moitionless leaves on the already limp branches 
Of the pale trees; 
Spots of sunlight dappling the pavements and roadway, 
Lying patiently underneath, with a hesitancy akin to 
Reluctant rain.

Pausing in Sainsbury's carpark, I half turned:-
The slow, dulled, monotonous clanging of the grieving bell 
As it relentlessly mourned the passing of it's beloved Queen.
People moving about me with measured deliberation as if on 
Stage acting a part in a Victorian Drawing-room play.
Cars and vans drove more slowly...perhaps they were compelled
To do so by sudden divine intervention? ...or an inexplicable 
Sense of spiritual duty?
Some great, unseen, all-powerful white God who had visted 
Each of them in their dreams and threatened one and all with 
Terrible retribution...and quite rightly so to my way of 
Thinking.
And still the sobbing bell tolled...for it was determined to 
Command this sombre day.

Premium Member A DREAM

August 28, 1963
On the steps of the Lincoln Memorial in Washington, D. C.
Martin Luther King Jr. set aside his prepared notes…
his thoroughly planned out theme
and expressed to the entire world watching…
”I have a dream”

Which became the dream for many of us
who happened to be listening in…
that we judge people on their character
not by the color of their skin

That freedom should ring not for only some in this country
not just for you and me…
but from the mountains of New York, the Rocky Mountains of Colorado
and the hills of Mississippi.

I was 10 years old when Martin spoke about his dream…
a dream many of us hoped to see…
a dream that that remains just a dream
now that I’m 73.

It’s been 63 years since that moment…
when he expressed a dream many of us continue to dream too…
and I will never understand why there are people in this world…
who don’t want our dream to come true.
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

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