September, our ninth month each year,
becomes the bridge tween summertime
and the fall spree soon heading near.
We welcome its grand days now here
as summer blessings, though not prime,
blend in to welcome autumn cheer.
Carol Burnett you always and forever have me laughing
whether kicking your heels or falling down, slap-stick gaffing.
I see your signal to your grandma, and feel I know you well
Some of your skits had a marvelously funny story to tell
In a few movies you played a mother, who had lost a child
Your dramatic roles showed me that you are not all wild
I can relate to you in many ways; you seem real and honest to me.
If there is another movie star more relatable, I am not sure who it could be.
My Dream
No
War
Vain
Pain in
The world
Peace rooms
Collect us all in together
Harmony sings love songs so much
We live and let live with no war to wage to harm
For you were a shrub among the poplars,
Evergreen and watery seeds your watchword
Scribbling knowledge in spilt-milk saga
Set pace for the observing world which in
Foetus I did follow, after the mighty fall
That very spot at the Nsukka Front should know
No deletion; let it grow shrubs for Okigbo’s wreaths,
And, poplars, in one single trunk, be his monument of a
Shrub among the Poplars.
And let the HEAVENSGATE open for him.
Chanting to Him fills me with a serenity
That empowers me to change my reality.
I was chasing my worldly desires for so long,
But I realize in me is all I desired all along.
Praying to Him always leaves me smiling
While clearing my mind through reflecting.
I was praying for a better life for years.
Nowadays I can live life without my old fears.
Praising Him for all my blessings in disguise,
For I learned what the Truth is from the lies.
I realized my worth and walked away.
I now love a man who is like Shiva in a way.
Chanting to Him banishes guilt for my sins,
For I know through Him, love always wins.
In Shiva's serenity, I finally found victory
Over all of that which was hurting me.
With your silent melody,
There’s no day like you
Quite like Christmas, splendidly
You reign supreme in what you do,
Reminding us of easy peace
Of time, solemn and gentle to the tune
Of fork and knife on plates of geese
After the church bell had rung at noon.
So sorry Charlie, that your gone, my heart tells me you are even stronger now, like the force of light you are shining bright in our heart and mind.
That you are now part of the bigger force of God, that moves all around like the sun and moon.
That your life was so well done, that God chose you to come home, he put his arms around you and said Well done Charlie.
Your life was so amazing, you inspired so many for God, you gave love and kindness to all.
We love and miss you so much, we are praying for all your loved ones.
I am remembering Jesus’s life and how short it was, yet today we remember him so well, like Jesus we will never forget you, we will honor all of your life’s works.
Many hated Jesus and killed him, but he lives on, making a path for all of us to follow home. Charlie you did the same, you light a path that is so bright all the world can see the light.
Death is not the end, as Jesus told us, it is only the beginning of our true life. Charlie you light a path for all the world, and today and forever we will hold all your words close to our heart.
Lifting Prayers to God, today and always.
A gentleman I know
who’s held in high esteem
left this world two days ago
smiling softly in a dream
His tombstone bore the words below:
‘Ended life as he began
Never uttered an unkind word
about his fellow man’
you're my yin and yang
you're strong when you need to be
you're gentle when it counts
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Leaning towards the pride of Hoboken,
I learned to listen with both ears —
And my wandering soul—
Whose cellar harbours old kegs of sweet
Songs that warm the spirits and embolden one
With just one hum of that pleasantly unique voice,
So frank and euphonious
That I crave love.
I hate to chortle at the sound of broken laughter,
Just like I refrain from weeping when dancing smoke fills my eyes . . .
But when dogs mourn alone,
I chafe my hands with the cold of tears of solitude.
Monuments and cairns I crave among the icy
Terrains, where dogs’ paws leave eternal marks —
The print-marks of an important visit,
Evidence of life on desiccated earth.
On board The Fram they sailed majestically
In the beginning,
Before joining a steam of blizzards they escaped from,
Returning home, northwards, gelid and depressing,
For a funeral of dogs,
The ceremony of age,
Attended largely by silent yaps of strayed thunder.
A demonness turned disciple of a goddess,
Born in a form to show my true prowess
As well as learning to embrace my darkness.
I too am evolving into a cosmic enchantress.
You've walked a long walk
It's time to sit back.
The journey's rough and tough
Thorns and thistles laid bare.
Your feet bleed and crack;
But you walk through the boulder.
Scorned on all sides
You heed them no more.
Sorrows, heartache etched
Within you, broken and shattered
But you built us home;
of love and wisdom to dwell.
Like a sculptor and a painter,
You chipped out the rough edges
Then painted a canvas,
Bright and beautiful.
You shed tears in rain,
Kissed the mud in pain.
Worn were your clothes,
Different patches stitch in,
Then burry the shame behind
To made us stand tall.
You've walked a long walk,
It's on us to shoulder your load;
A traveller, you'll see the world:
Beauties you've missed,
Clothe in majestic sapphire.
No one shall scorn you now,
We'll shield you.
Our house is made,
Our home is built
Our life shall shine.
Love so devine
You'd instilled within us
We'll nurture till we grow old.
"Love, understanding and unity",
Our precepts, shall live on.
Together with love'll shine,
Till we bow our head.
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A lanterne is a five line quintain verse shaped like a Japanese lantern with a syllabic pattern of one, two, three, four, one.Each line able to stand on its own, and the poem may or may not have a title which sometimes forms an integral part as a 6th line
#1
Black,
yellow,
brown, or white--
partitions skin
deep.
#2 WATER MEADOWS
rush
and sedge
hide shady
ponds--teeming
with
life
#3
by
the stream
so shallow,
weeps a willow
tree.
#4 DAYSTAR
dawn
tinges
the bleak sky--
hope enlightens
all
#5
a
sea mist
rolls inshore---
daydreams deluge
me
#6 BIRDSONG
lost
in the
soft mist of
a September
dawn
#7 EQUINOX
Rain
droped leaves,
spotted gold--
scatter in the
wind
#8 MONA LISA
Her
gaze and
smile followed
his every
step
#9
bells
tolling
on the wind--
old memories
die
#10
a
dry rock--
out of the
white water of
life
#11 HIGH RISE
Thin
spires
in the breeze---
tasselled teasels
touch
Lanterne #12
Faint
May breeze----
in the trees
ripples shaded
green
Specific Types of Tribute Poems
Definition | What is Tribute in Poetry?
Poems Related to Tribute
gratitude, memorial, gift, eulogy, appreciation, accolade, recognition, respect, honor, compliment, salvo, applause, commendation, citation, panegyric, encomium, offering, esteem, recommendation, salutation, acknowledgment, laudation,