Forgiveness Memorial Poems

What blessed dawn, this
Easter morn; we celebrate -
that Christ has risen!...

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It was winter when i saw you
Hauntingly cold on the church pew
You spoke of forgiveness and fear
To a divine spirit, not here
We were quiet that...

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Memorial Day

A story of

Remembering those

Who have passed

But remain 

In story which

Is the same  

Now as then......

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I see how it once was 
Days of crystal line Blue skies 
& emerald green seas 
of sweet grass, gently
Swaying …
from Horizon to horizons edge...

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Bring down the curtain on this stage
to avoid shouts of dissent and rage:
favoritism is a terrible thought so appalling;
the worthiness of honor is to be...

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GREEN
SLIVERED GRASS
RACES WITH A BLUR
WINDS DRYS N COOLS MY SKIN
THE HORSE I HIDE
CRIES IN DELIGHT
I RACE WITH DIGNITY.

Twilight sets...

AS A DAY DWINDLES AWAY 
I RIDE...

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A mother is your first line of defense
The general who always leads the charge
She'll look right through your pleas of innocence
Then dress your wounded spirit,...

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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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Memorial service ~10:00 A.M. October 21st, 2020...
at Cherry Hill, New Jersey Unitarian Fellowship

Boyce Brandon Harris cremains
(approximately one fourth entire contents)
offered, interred, and eulogized
within ‘Tristan’s Pollinator...

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The Real Wars We Fight
By George W. Clever-----29 August 2020

The wars we all fight are mainly in our head, heart and soul. 
This old Marine...

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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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The Fine Lady

It is the first time I can remember, 
that I cared about china. 
Which pattern to pick, 
where to buy it, 
and why....

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