Son Memorial Day Poems

The world has indeed been forgetting me
Forgetting me cruelly 
As waste that neither grow nor breathe

It is a fermentation of anger and despair 
As Despairing...

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Here comes the dawn
of a thoughtful Mourn. 
Month of the desecrated demise
of a Monumental personage.

Unpleasant feels beclouds the air
I consume,
My structure reconciles itself
to the dreadful...

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“MORE THAN HOPE”(written by: Michelle Lynn LeBlanc 11/01/2023)
Dedicated to my son, Jayden Donald LeBlanc
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You have given me More Than Hope
When hope was all I had
The...

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“Today You Leave for College”
written by Michelle Lynn LeBlanc
2023/09/03


Today you leave for college 
We will certainly miss you so 
The years have gone by so...

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    His song swerved 
    suddenly
    missed the curve 
    and descended 
...

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Memorial Day picnic by the lake, listening to the baseball game
    Thanksgiving, an indoor feast, screen tuned to the football game

 ...

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Agent Orange killed my friend.
My neighbor lost a brother.
A friend lost a son.

These are just a few.
A debt of gratitude is due.
They died for me...

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Wow! welcoming the dawn the series of events yet linger on I fight for the calls and fight for your calls because by the laws...

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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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She stares down at the tombstone
Of her son who gave his all
Memories flow down off her cheek,
And silently they fall
She thinks about her helpless baby,
at...

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Athenian Epitaphs

Mariner, do not ask whose tomb this may be,
but go with good fortune: I wish you a kinder sea.
—Michael R. Burch, after Plato

Does my...

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Once I paused, with my dusty feet
Braving the heat, to cast a mournful look
At the fancy graves along cemetery street;
The erect old brown stones too...

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it is tonight
an ambling gale most serious
chewing through orchard husk
to focus the locusts shrieking 
themselves lost but by their own
skittish clamor
and crepuscular chorus
hollow for the...

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My only son once asked me why
  A fine mist, today, enveloped my eye
As I began his query to answer
  Caught in my...

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A MOTHERS’ MEMORIAL DAY
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


The Is No Measure with Which to Gauge the Pain
Nor the Silent Bitterness Which Will Always Remain
In the Grief Stricken...

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