Christmas Memorial Poems

Letter of the past,
Now a treasured piece,
Letter of gone years,
Now a keepsake.

She wrote it to show her love,
She wrote it to tell me how proud...

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In the glass of January, I found sanctuary,
A sip of new beginnings, a common melody.
Gulped down resolutions, though they proved fake,
Choked on cut ties, decisions...

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A joy it is to see
planted in his honor
A Memorial Tree
Roots, memories of Milton
and a kind act for the ecosystem
Forget-Me-Nots shall be written
by your poetry...

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The table is old and worn
nicks and scratches 
its red plastic tablecloth left over from a forgotten Christmas
its holiday pattern worn and forlorn
many a Thanksgiving...

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roses to past souls,
memories, still far from gone ~
in heavenly peace

25 December 2022
"A hiku Premier" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand...

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On the first day of Christmas
     I litted a red candle for one
On the second day...
     A...

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In memory of my friend's mama who passed away recently. My deepest condolences and prayers. Hugs and love.

Oh mama, I miss you 
By Michelle Morris
13/12/2022

Oh...

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This is in memory of legendary Leon Chaitow — — a piece of my 'Sasha & Leon Christmas walkabout'.
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There are always people who feel rain

And...

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I wanted to write
 The best slavery poem   ever written—
Perhaps win a Pulitzer or Faulkner. 

I had every intention of conforming 
To the...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Stephen Hercules Shaw 
Much loved, much missed 
Born the same year as you. 
I rest on the bench 
your mother bought, 
your brother bought, 
your...

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Silent Wisdom

Did you see?
Did you look?
What do think?
They are so…   …   ?

Words heard directly, 
indirectly or by accident, 
but never by...

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Safe Havens 

The house is quiet. 
It is past the hour of dawn, 
and before the hour of noon. 
Yet, nothing is moving. 
The world...

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Lies to Our Self

I will be okay. 
You, she, we, me, us...
are just fine. 
All the time, 
we talk too much, 
and not enough. 

Lose...

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Beneath rugged oak tree's shade, and the voice of  nature's mirth; 
Evergreen wreaths tied with red velvet bows lean back in repose, 
Adorn thousands...

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