Long Monument Poems
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She stood forlorn behind the chain link fence
Her mortared bricks still clinging to the earth
A battle lost with every gasping breath
Against the war of time and death
A monument behind a chain link moat
Reveals a glimpse of what had been supreme
With boarded eyes, the windows that watched us learn
Where teachers stood and wrote our names upon the board
And gave us wealth, while we absorbed
Like sponges, soaked, we kept in places stored
But each piece of what I've taken from this place
Became in part of what I would become
So little did we know while we were young
How swiftly flies the time from when we're thrown
Into the world of vast unknowns
So far away from all our childhood comfort zones...
My dreams still play with friendships now long gone
Yet holding hands our shadows linger on
Laughter rings, as feet run through the halls
How sad it is to see it now
For soon the wrecking ball will force this giant to it's knees
I see the ghost of children at their games
Racing beyond their childhood in the shade
Red wagons pull my childhood back in time
Farewell to time, she was a grand old school of mine
Confronting Tomorrow
Persuading
my curiosity
to counter my fear
I looked beyond the fray
Never being sure
I was dead or alive
the crossroads of tomorrow
— to enter or stay
(Dreamsleep: March, 2026)
Before Fate
How many times
must you lip sync
your schtick
to finally get it right
How many lies
must forever
be told
to block the brightest light
How many lovers
must swim
in your wake
eventually to drown
How many times
must you rebait
the trap
— before its fate impounds
(Dreamsleep: March, 2026)
Surrendering All
Escaping deep
into my art
without an exit
shown
Surrendering
what’s yet to come
for this one moment
shown
Escaping in
to venture forth
the one-way signs
abound
Surrendering all
to win at last
what prescience
— will impound
(Dreamsleep: March, 2026)
Sentience
The journey
is the destination
Each step
tomorrow gleaned
All glory
for dishonor’s sake
As sentience
takes the lead
(Dreamsleep: March, 2026)
Distant Thunder
If Morrison
returned
would the desert
repair
Would lizards
still hide
in forbidden
night lairs
Their King
they await
like groupies
in heat
To re-shed
their skins
then gather
to greet
The one
who had freed them
then left them
forlorn
Who slithers
inside them
the eye
— of the storm
(Joshua Tree National Monument: March, 1981)
Square Root Of The Present
Time is now
whose moment refrains
The instant upon us
— as reference abstains
(Dreamsleep: March, 2026)
They say it’s no bigger than a helmet,
Half-sunk in moondust, beside a crater’s lip—
A sculpture of a child's hand, reaching
upward, fingers curled mid-gesture,
as if to catch a star that isn’t falling.
Polished titanium, etched with breath—
yes, breath—frozen in time:
a woman’s exhale as she said goodbye
to the capsule’s cold silence.
Her lover’s ring embedded in the wrist.
Behind it, a glass cube holds
a feather from Earth’s last eagle,
a photograph of clouds,
and a tape that plays a lullaby
in a language no longer spoken.
Lunar shadows shift across it slowly,
like the memory of someone walking away.
No plaque, no flag—
just silence holding its breath
while Earth hangs blue and distant above.
And sometimes, in solar flare storms,
the sculpture hums faintly—
not by design,
but by yearning.
They call it Momento:
Not monument, not marker—
Just a whisper left behind
for the stars to one day understand
that we were here—
and we remembered.
MAN’S LIFE
Man’s life:
The jumping out of a plane resembles
Right Into the arms of gravity’s demands
That anxiously pulls him onto the ground
As his prevailing destiny commands
No parachute on his back is to be found
For him to avoid the inevitable impact
So he must soon find a way to escape
Before all his hopes are really whacked
Between the plane and the ground though
A distance, short or long, to cover must have
That definitely indicates the length of his life
That no-one, certainly, has the right to halve
The drama of Man has though just started
As he has no command over his will
But the glory of his indubitable spirit
It makes him stand up and never kneel
He laughs at his own condemnation
And proudly declares: I am here to live
I do not care when my fall is over
Fear in my heart I'll never forgive
He begins enjoying his hastening falling
As he makes plans myriad dreams to fulfill
My works, with all his force, triumphantly shouts:
Even when I go, here they are going to be still
Thus Man victorious of life’s adventure emerges
Having beaten all odds and the fear of death
A monument is he now of wisdom and valor
Since never gives up till his very last breath!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
14 OCTOBER 2013
In the old days
castles were built from sturdy solid rock
with arrow loops for arrow protection
and curvilinear structures irregular to the eye.
They were built with survival in mind
appearing uniform grey from a distance
but up close like a monument of
mosaic humble rocks.
Castles were built to outlast civilization
Protectors of ancient people they were a safe shelter,
crowning the landscape with their touch of old charm.
Castles only crumbled when it was their time.
the heart of humankind is built like a fortress
it is a military historian that never lets it guard down
it serves and protects without counting the cost.
So, are we castles or are we crumbling rocks ?
Found the words to say so now here it goes
I hope you don't mind I'm not very good at Prose
Younger than my mother, yet grandmother to me
Sister to my father, an Aunt also to me
Although I was estranged when my father passed away
you still made a connection when I was far away
Aunt, Grandmother, Mother, the roles that you were dealt
persevering till the end and all was heartfelt
I wish I knew you better, but that was not to be
The day my father died, I was lost to his family
Somehow I was found, and phone calls they were made
The letters that you wrote me I still have to this day
I wish I would have told you - your phone calls in the past
were a beacon in the darkness -some questions answered at last
Please know I appreciate all that you have done
Grandmother, Aunt, Mother, to many not just one
Rest in Peace Martha fka Atrum
Wife of Frank fka Rolling Mountain Thunder
Creator of Thunder Mountain Monument
Imlay, Nevada
Part 5 -- Si Monumentum Requiris …
Some tattered banners (from the Crimean War?
so who on earth was fighting – and what for?)
That Holman Hunt thing, over on the right,
with Jesus and His lantern – “I’m the Light”:
the Whispering Gallery, up inside the dome:
the opulence: as if a bit of Rome
had landed in gray London: Nelson’s tomb,
designed for Wolsey (were they short of room,
and had to double-up?) This is a place
to marvel at the fearless use of space,
the geometric thrill of pillar, arch and vault
in endless permutations! And the salt
which gives this feast its flavor? There’s no stone
or statue, stele, thanatory throne:
Sir Christopher, with modesty and tact,
declined memorials, but was in fact
the first man to be buried in this ground.
You seek his monument? Just look around!
This teary feeling
Loiters and lingers
Unconceeding
Stray pieces linger
Eyes with abrupt tears
Sharp sadness loiters
Who are you my dear
To prick memory
For death has left here
Days of history
Etched by blood and sweat
Tell of our story
Odds in a frail bet
You brought us through storms
Boom, ready, get set
Upon cause a norm
Beyond fantasy
Now still fragile form
No guts, no glory
The tales tell of you
Yes we all can see
Bless us with bold hues
We remember you
Even as we queue
You did not know me
Nor did I meet you
Yet tears set me free
When I think of you
Sad sorrow renews
Gratitude mourns you
From time to time I
Spy fond greenery
As city sights ply
Then springs memory
Joy lives monument:
Our poignant story.
Roots in testament:
What is yet to be,
Blooming compliment.
Leon Enriquez
02 April 2015
Singapore
In the thick fog of dawn
Everything is unclear
Dull and overcast
I awaken, drowsy, half-asleep
And enter into the day,
The earth is new
The trees, the sky
The distant panorama
The surrounding landscape is fresh and new;
The thoughts that disturb the peaceful mind
That lead us down the passageway of fear
And into the abyss that follows close behind
Towards knowledge of the infinite
Or something else
I have no gods
Only belief in one
The Almighty, Lord of Lords
And King of Kings
From everlasting to everlasting
And time beyond the scope of reason
Or imagination;
How heavy are my thoughts in the early morning
Out in the open countryside
Walking along the beaten path
The compulsive mind troubled and preoccupied,
I am old and weary
But I was young once
Or at least I saw through the eyes of childhood once
Played in the back garden
Fell on the hard ground
Laughed and cried
Gave in to childish fears
Doubts, anxiety and despair
But that was all a long time ago
And I return to these memories
Like a swallow returns in summer
From a distant land,
I search for meaning, belonging, attachment
On a journey of profound exploration
I create a future out of hope
And leave behind my legacy:
A building, a tower, a monument
Or a tearful epitaph
Engraved on the headstone
Of what might have been,
Yes, we have lands to explore
Mountains to climb
Fears to overcome
And dreams to achieve,
And all is possible
For those who truly believe.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2021
9 September 2021.
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TAJ J TAJ
MAHAL MAHAL MAHAL
[W] MAUSOLEUM IN [U]
[O] A MARBLE SPLENDOUR [N]
[N] AN EPIC IN STONE,A MARVEL [E]
[D] FOR HIS BELOVED MUMTAZ MAHAL [S]
[E] T HIS FAVOURITE AND MOST CHERISHED T [C]
[R] A QUEEN, BUILT HE,THIS NOBLE MOGHUL A [O]
J EMPEROR , A MAGNIFICENT MEMORIAL J
[O] MAHAL IN HER FOND MEMORY AFTER SHE LEFT MAHAL [H]
[F] ******* HIM SUNK IN UTTER GRIEF,WHEN SHE ******* [E]
BREATHED HER LAST, GIVING BIRTH TO THEIR FOURTEENTH CHILD [R
[T] IMMENSE WAS HIS LOVE TO IMMORTALIZE, HIS VOW [I]
[H] BEREAVEMENT'S PAIN EXUDED AS LOVE IN STONES OF MONUMENT [T]
[E] IVORY WHITE MARBLES LAPUS LAZULI,TURQUIOSES [A]
PIETRA DURA, ARTISTIC ,BEAUTY PERSONIFIED SANS ANY WONDER [G]
[W] THIS TOKEN OF DEEP LOVE FOR DARLING WIFE [E]
[O] STANDS SYMBOL OF ETERNAL LOVE TODAY RIFE
[R] ADORABLE,MAJESTIC REPOSITORY SO ROMANTIC [S]
[L] THE KING AND QUEEN LEFT BEHIND LOVE LEGACY [I]
[D] HISTORY WILL HUM THIS LOVE STORY FOREVER [T]
[E]
ON MOONLIT NIGHTS ON BOSOM OF YAMUNA RIVER,FROM PLINTH TO DOME MARBLE SHINES LIKE SILVER. IN EVERLASTING SLUMBER LAY IN TOMB THE
QUEEN WITH HER KING BESIDE, THEIR STORY IN LOVER'S HEARTS RESIDE.
LONG LIVE ETERNAL LOVE OF KING SHAH JAHAN, LONG LIVE THE TAJ !!!!!!
28th December 2016
~ For Concrete Crush Contest~
Glossary:
Pietra Dura: Inlay technique of using cut and fitted, highly polished colored stones to create images.