Sepulchered Memories
In an hour of my life, I have deemed what is appropriate.
I chose my remnants not bounded by earth presence, for
the shiny box that serves to entertain lives once known,
will someday, come crashing all about my then existence.
No scentless flowers to adorn the unseen, or due visits.
Instead, free me from this earthly existence and beyond
to the shores where the sea greets it with genteel surges.
A distance hence, paddle my remains to the azure expanse.
Let waves be my tombstone, its crests keeps me alive,
As the vast life below restores my being, until my final call.
2019 June 21
*2nd Place*
Pick A Tile, Vol 5 - Verse
~~Edward Ibeh
Categories:
sepulchered, beautiful, death, deep, imagery,
Form: Verse
I roam through this pathway of life's gravesite
The air is calm upon the rubblestone,
Where buried reveries no longer stray
For those who left a tired, embattled world.
How they lay at rest unknown or unsung
Decreed by time, wait in mercy of God,
And medals pinned on this, this heroes' ground
To sleep with glory, as only they can.
Written 6/3/2019
Pick A Tile, Vol 5 - Verse Contest of Edward Ibeh
~Memorial Day Dedication
Categories:
sepulchered, dedication, soldier,
Form: Verse
My broken dreams I buried in depth of dismay
under the distal dust of creeping twilight hour,
as the faces I adored drifted away far
and faded at the obscure edge of empty mind.
The pallet of life I filled with the sunrise sky,
its colors spilled in storm wind as it split apart.
Shards of pale canvas of memory lie decayed
in sepulcher of time while I wait to depart.
May 30, 2019
Contest : Pick A Tile, Vol 5 - Verse
Sponsor : Edward Ibeh
Title Chosen : Sepulchered Memories
(Set in iambic hexameter)
Categories:
sepulchered, loss, memory,
Form: Verse
Love-bonding moments midst fortifying faith-triumphs
Etched in my heart’s veins…
Warm fellowships midst tear-filled mirth
Distinctly carved within my soul’s chamber---
Blessed family huddling around contentment bounty
Picturesquely entombed inside my spirit’s cells…
Always ready to resurrect, quickening my nostalgic neurons
Reviving me against oblivion-burial
Never to become sepulchered memories…
Since God rejoices* me with the days of my youth.
*Ecclesiastes 11:9 Rejoice… in thy youth; and let thy heart cheer thee in the days of thy youth, and walk in the ways of thine heart, and in the sight of thine eyes: but know thou, that for all these things God will bring thee into judgment.
May 28, 2019
Honorable Mention, "Pick A Title, Vol 5 - Verse" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 6/25/2019.
Categories:
sepulchered, appreciation, blessing, faith, family,
Form: Verse
I have so many buried memories,
oh, beloved sepulchered recollections;
and there is a song that haunts me,
that Mom would sing to Dad.
I cannot forget this sad song,
I'll Be Seeing You- plays always;
in my entombed sorrow.
No two ever loved as much as these two,
Dad died first and not long after my Mom;
I played, I'll Be Seeing You- at her death bed . . .
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May 26, 2019
Poetry/Verse/Sepulchered Memories
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1147-049-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Pick A Title, Vol 5- Verse
Sponsor, Edward Ibeh, Title chosen - #5 Sepulchered Memories
Fourth Place
Categories:
sepulchered, grief, memory, nostalgia,
Form: Verse
Sepulchered Memories
The thoughts I wish not to recall
For reasons why I loathe the past
My dreams and themes I must forget
For they will alter future traits
The past holds memories so dire
Remove them from my new domain
inter them deep within a cave
Where they may mingle with the sands
in time as in a capsule blue
My future holds the key to life
Pick a Tile Vol 5- Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
May 25, 2019
Categories:
sepulchered, memory,
Form: Verse
I ride by it most every day- the ghost
that once stood real upon that lovely hill,
with winding creek, a sprawling velvet lawn
and pillared, wrap-around, fine spindled-porch
with wide front doors that led inside my home.
My home, where memories still fill my heart
of special times with family, all there.
The older loved ones, now long gone, also,
my childhood home, annexed, hacked down to be
the west ramp for the Newburgh-Beacon Bridge.
d opened in November 1963.
Categories:
sepulchered, childhood, memory, old,
Form: Verse