We memorize a ton of things
Them phones, birthdays and deadline
Important something, so it clings
And daily chores of every kind
But there's a day we shouldn't miss
Amidst the life's intrepid fuss
We are around, think of this
Because someone protected us
He gave his life on a battlefield
We knew his name not, or deed
Yet, we as nation, must be kneeled
To soldier's memory indeed
Remember those served in wars
And place a flag in ground they rest
These fighters, gallant to the core
Gave all they had, they were the best
Time to observe Memorial Day
Stop for a moment, pay respect
Last Monday of the month of May
To say a prayer and reflect
May 25, 2026
You were the baby with wildflower eyes,
he was the storm who softened around you.
Others saw grit in his walk, fire in his voice—
but you, you saw through.
You knew the boy who slept with a hammer,
the one who’d guard your name like gold.
He never said much about feelings or fear,
but you knew the stories his silence told.
He was rough hands, loud laughs,
calloused from life and too many wrong roads.
But you, sweet Shawna, held tight to the light
in places where even he didn’t go.
You loved him through mess, through mistakes and the mud,
through the nights prison was his home.
You still love him now—just quieter, deeper,
in the marrow, the soul, the bone.
When your girls ask about him one quiet day,
you’ll smile and say, “He was real, and he tried.
He had the heart of a lion and the laugh of a boy—
and he lived life his own way.”
So, when you miss him, don’t hold it in,
don’t hide the ache in your chest.
Let it bloom, let it burn, let it remind you—
you loved him the way a sister loves best.
There you were always racing against time,
a willing mother, a conscientious worker, a wife sublime.
There you were with your wondrous wrinkles, your drooping eyelids and your starched crisp cuffs to waitress pinafore uniform you ironed so much.
There you were at the filthy hospital kitchen sink sloshing the dollops of patients’ left-over dinner bits and your magnificent pride with its iron core, smiling through all that .
There you were standing at the bus stop early purple morning or late black night the back stocking line straight and right and shoes polished waxy and bright.
There you were seemingly solid and confident, but really wobbly and light, smoking too many fags through too many disappointed nights.
I touched your cheeks when I caught you crying alone
The tears ran down leaving marks like dried milk
I touched your cheeks one soft like satin and the other like silk.
Before The Leaf Falls
A leaf falls.
Suddenly, stringy mush covers my hands.
You’re carving out joy from an orange circle.
Just like you carved out my brain
Before your face walked away.
A leaf falls.
My speech is burnt.
Pies are fresh from the open fire;
Pumpkin pushes through the air.
Your laughter hates my memory.
A leaf falls.
Warm materials enclose around our souls,
Colors play in front of our eyes.
Trying to distract us from the crash
Coming at us from full speed.
A leaf falls.
This time, it covers me.
I see you above, dispersing into large air.
My screams muffled by the deep red ovals.
A leaf falls.
You are gone.
The once loose sweater pinches me,
Reminding me that my eyes are real.
The hollow grave is crowded
And my recollection of it ever being vacant flew away.
A leaf f a l l s . .
I remember playing Tag and you were "it".
Eyes that Swallowed Every Smile
Thrown at me Through all the While.
Running, Dancing, Feet above the Ground;
Heaven's Space, filled with Laughters' Sound.
Spilling every Place Between Us,
Filling Up Our Day.
Never Giving Thought to all
The Memories That We Caught.
Or How Our Day Might Play,
Just Being Children, In Our Lovely Way.
Cached Ourselves in Nets of Laughter
Pulled the Strings,
That Made Our Puppets Dance;
Followed Each Our Every Moment After,
Ne'er A Thought to Fate or Chance.
I Remember Playing Tag and I was "it".
Surrounding You in Rosie's Ring.
It Was as Though My Keds Took Wing;
Flew Straight to You Each Time,
With Unknown Meaning
In Our Secret Rhyme.
"Tag", "You're it!"
And You and You.
And All Too Soon, We Grew.
And Soon, Too Soon
We Went Aways
Played Our Games With Other Kids,
But Now, In Grown-up Ways.
But I Remember Just a Bit
Of You,
And, " Tag! You're It "
Upon the anniversary of soldiers who fought and died
When the moment comes to mark that sacrifice' when
starmer steps and strides, a wreath of treachery to lay
Then watch as the veterans turn.' As they express Britians
Anger, may parliament look and learn.? Learn of love
And loyalty..Of care, And how hearts burn; as they turn.'
Turn just as the ANZACS did.' With their own true blue; about turn!
Upon the lies and word Salads' also that endless churn' the twisting decieving coercion and scheeming, may the whole
World look and learn.' Although I don't approve of wars
I agree with the feelings inside, and the wish to right the
Ship of state.The right to live, in an 'honest pride' a right' of security, of solidarity
In dignity on all fronts' all backs and sides.!
In Memorial
You were my scent of freedom,
my sight of joy.
My song of Love,
my words of completion.
Time is easing pain and
Bolstering growth.
I’m thanking God for renewal,
Restoration,
And,
Reformation.
I let go, float the waters, and trust His ways…
From the balcony
India rises
yet modern
her vast horizon
steel stained
metal tendrils
far reaching.
From my window
palaces do not
stretch far
temples fall
out of line
I fix on
you.
From the sofa
your gaze
rests on nothing
specifically
and on me
purposefully.
From my window
India is not
without me
she is
within me
my words cling
to heavy air
I cannot kiss
her from my view.
Music
The food of love..
To nourish my soul
Keeping me warm,
Dear friend, in the cold.
We dance and sing
Yet you never judge
Or my crazy, wide-eyed
Fantasy begrudge.
Although my frame
May be slow and weak.
You see the truth..
My moves are sleek
With You I'm fleet of foot
And never shy.
No Strictly ballroom
Can deny..
My spirit
Soars on wings again
Like Eagles high..
A flippin' ten.
Oh tuneful friend
Oh dancing Queen of joy
You raise us all
Each girl.
Each boy.
In sleepless dreams
We never yawn
We are Aretha;
Freddie;
Bjorn.
There is no heart without you.
No tune we cannot bring.
No hidden corner
Too dark to sing.
No greyed out human.
No colourless soldier.
No battle lost, with You.
No thing is ever over.
For music brings
Eternal light
Scattering the shadows
Of the night..
Revealing hope
And peace and love.
A gift composed
From high above..
If the curtain closes
I can only say;
When the final meal is music
..then play.
Jinjagoliath
3rd October 2020
Its been ages
To see those happy smiling faces
To feel the tic tac sound of the swing
Which is now obviously
Not a big thing
All those moments lived with you
And the toughest time we have gone through
That 15 min talk can wipe out the tears
Which is not possible since 4 years
Waiting to see again, that lovely wall
Besides which we sat together just on one call
Talking for hours and discussing the matter
Since the time I used to crawl
I know you will never come again
And this thought itself gives me pain
Its all in my mind
Bt still I have to be kind
Why do we have seperation,
Why do we have hurt as a trend
Can't we just live together
And make this ritual end!!
Miss u Dad!!
Dressing up in dresses
Over the knee, modesty
Always a necessary priority
Driving to the cemetery
Flowers lying on the back seat
Awaiting their time to shine
Walking past the many graves
Some older than others
All of them with stones of granite
Reading the markers
That say just who lies there
Beneath the red clay
There aren’t many tears
These people dead and gone
Only memories lingering
Will they see us here?
Lying flowers on top of graves
Paying our respects
We think of them in heaven
Awaiting our arrival
What a joyous day that will be
Decoration day in the mountains
Is a precious moment of hope
For a future in that heavenly home
Memory Box.
.
Have you ever made a memory box
For future generations
So your not forgot
.
A lock of hair a funny photograph
Your first teddy bear
Postcards from when you went somewhere
Your favorite record your first shoes
An old newspaper clipping
When you were In the news
.
A pressed flower from your wedding day
Your old school tie
A love poem from your first sweetheart
That made you cry
Your first tooth your Mothers ring
Precious sentimental things
You want to pass on
After you're gone.
.
Peter Dome©2020.
It is not our war to fight
Yet onwards we go without flight
Carrying man as best we can
Through bog and trench
Ignoring the stench
Eager to please but dropping to our knees
When bullets and grenades end our days.
I was a faithful steed
I did my best to please
As I lay on the ground
I listen to the sound of explosions cracking overhead.
My master is no more he's beside me on the floor.
He's missing a leg and half of his head.
As I take my last gasp I continue to ask
Why does man go to war, what's it all for
but death and destruction and to my deduction, no winners just loss and sadness.
Where's the end to this madness
I will never know, as I've passed with my master
In that trench where they speak French.
hints of days gone by
fly away “Space Oddity”
Bowe sings my world
09/01/2019
Arrogance, sarcasm and suggestive wit,
Some people in this world I admit,
Think is so cool and fun,
But actually in the long run,
One day they go too far, and have to quit.
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