It was a somber cloudy day, sadness weighed heavy on us all. The family gathered to pay final respects. Gregorian chant filled the air as we looked up to heaven. We were burying a good man. He had been a role model, a loving husband and a caring father.
the finality
painfully sinking in
goodbyes surreal
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on May 26, 2025 for CEMETERY contest sponsored by CONSTANCE LA FRANCE - RANKED 2ND
Graffiti tags thrown on a diamond,
meant to resemble acid washed jean;
Perfect patches for a tattered queen;
Everyone knows she’s an urban queen
with that stony voice she tastes diamond;
This lady could model a rock jean;
A slow walk wearing everyday jean,
no one knows she’s their good girl queen;
Worshipped like a ten carat diamond;
Hidden street diamond a blue jean queen.
What makes Jehovah the best of fathers?
He carries us as a loving mother
carries his newborn child.
He knows us intimately
and cares for us unwaveringly.
He welcomes our expressions in prayer
responding with utmost wisdom
out of deep compassion.
He discerns the meaning behind our words,
words we may not speak,
tears we may refuse to cry.
He sent a perfect model, a perfect brother,
the very best he could afford to give.
We can wake to another day
with peace of mind and a bright future hope,
let alone everlasting life.
Despite sin and imperfection
He invites us to call him
"Jehovah" and "Father",
preferring to be such
than a punisher or executioner.
Jehovah teaches us personally
through creative works.
Vast power, yet complete control.
Intricate details of objects
too small for our minds to imagine, or
so immense that we appear as small.
Overwhelming it is, then, to contemplate
how unlimited Jehovah's hand is for us.
What makes Jehovah the best of fathers?
He can train a human father to
imitate himself,
instilling within him the trust
to raise a child- a miracle alone-
to love Jehovah—the best of fathers.
WHO AM I
Who am i, I am me
I can be whomever I want to be
A doctor, a lawyer, a actress, a teacher
I can be either one or the other
But I get discoraged by human nature
I try but fail or fail to try
I try to be strong, but still I cry
For a little girl lost begging to be free
Why must I hide can't I be me?
The man I love, does he love me?
I can't be what he wants me to be
A model, a actress, a human portrait
He tells me it's best I blend in with the maters
Hurtful words, silent cries
Asking myself the when's and why's
Who am i? I am me
And there's none else I'd rather be
My memories flood when thinking of you,
Like the savage tide crashing against rock.
On the brink, the black abyss I withdrew,
Flight for a darkened soul, my spirit walks.
The pain and pleasure, soul suffering ache,
Reject your breathy whisper from my mind.
The misery created in your wake,
Twisted remembrances, callous and blind.
I’ve seen how the universe conspires,
And I model a wish, a voiceless cry,
To enact revenge with blazing fires,
Consume the icy sting, this black heart dies.
Scratch the match, blistering skin with my brand,
Scorching retribution within my hand.
What sends the athlete to a sweaty slaughter ?
What makes the thief cross the honour border ?
And short man syndrome crave the taller ?
Where the grass is always greener.
The family man craves the bigger house
The fashion model a thinner blowse
The man at the bar a younger spouse
Where the grass is always greener.
Where the problems of life will disappear
Where all our memories are souvenirs
Where Highland mist will always clear
Where the grass is always greener.
Why let what you have slip through the cracks ?
And let the voice within you subtract
What you have bought by truth to attract
That's more than where the grass is greener.
Seventy years ago a future began
A life that many dreamed of
A boy was born
A wonderful man he grew to be
Seventy years of memories we celebrate today
Three beautiful grandchildren
Two unbelievable children we have gotten to be friend
Seventy years of hard work and experience taught
Here's to a man; a role model; a tender soul.
May we grow to be like him and able to celebrate these seventy years; seventy years from now
We all love you so
Here is to Cork
A father, a grandfather, a husband.
We cherish and respect.
One eye seen in the way,
Starring into the direction to stay.
The plant has a seed,
About the size of a bead.
Far to follow;; but so slow in the light,
For one who sees dreams; so far out of sight.
The planet as a star flying in; distance,
Viewing sights in consistance.
Viewing lanes of signs reading the journey,
I grow my new wing with lead;play; sing.
A for the alignment made for hope,
B for the braveness learned to soak,
The next step; I connect to another,
Masking the figures; a model; a brother.
Pick up on two I stand tall,
Each step and crack; I trip; I fall.
Kind words, tender; firm,
Went from a back bone to a worm.
The city shines;
I step back with lines.
For I'm the constructor of destiny,
Teaching those needed not to flee.
The mind progresses with indulgement,
Each word each spoken; always meant.
The story writes as the song plays out,
Directions and ways to learn about.
Hearts given by hand;
Briging laughter to stand.
Flying by go the pictures and minutes,
The money and any debts.
The mind goes to ease,
Stepping into the breeze.
Life is a time,
To live in the rhyme.
There was a model, a pretty young lass,
She had an attitude ; was full of sass,
Whenever she would sneeze,
Her stomach would squeeze,
And inevitably she would pass gas.
One night she modeled in her very best
And ate prunes and dates as a guest,
On stage she strutted her stuff
And you guessed it sure enough,
She sneezed and had to change her dress.
Her husband’s name was Billy Mcfeeny
Considered by her to be a meany
He told her don’t be so sad,
It’s not really that bad
You could have been wearing a bikini !
Written for:
helping Gwendolyn giggle “ sneezing limerick contest”
Admired and honoured a wit and a scholar
What makes success comand mega dollar
Tea boy to chairman a rise in the main
brought on by the intelect of stamina of brain
Come tell me your secret your inner beliefs
creative deliver reports or reliefs
Your background and parents geneological route
Influence and grounding your Armani suits
Yacht and the polo club members of gold
Copter Farrari cigars finely rolled
Model a beauty gorgous to see
Pent-house apartment one two and three
All of this wealth you never can take
to God and his country forgiveness forsake
Share some a lot to people in pain
Surpressed and rejected no clothes or no name
we had better walk
the old engine has a knock….
education’s block
Lines on forehead are deepening.
No signs of abatement
of fire in our bellies.
The hunger we inherited
is only comforting
the mouthless.
Broken laughs.
Strange bedfellows
chopping off the murals from the lips.
A body rots,
stinks.
Maggots fly.
Negotiations are still on.
Who will dissect the legend
to find the cause of death?
Like a clay model, a soldier breaks.
SATISH VERMA
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