Tribute. Poems - Poems about Tribute.

Those we love don't go away they walk beside us every day. No matter what we do or say, this feeling deep within will stay. Our memories held dear portray those special times that will relay the bond we shared, to now replay within our thoughts without delay. When we are faced with the dismay of missing them, with thanks, we pray they walk beside...

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This beautiful vocalist who gained huge popularity, entered this world in Newark, New Jersey. She was born in 1937 to an Italian-American family. "Connie Francis" was a name suggested by Arthur Godfrey. From there, her career went high and far. Nobody could dispute her status as a star. Connie not only recorded her songs in English, she sang in Italian, Spanish, German,...

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Angie, you smile at all things in your front, Envy escapes from what you do possess; Because You Can't Always Get What You Want, Your heart just shows humble indebtedness. I grasp that you are not Under My Thumb, For you freely form your own decision; You just Paint It Black or white in outcome, Because life brings both mirth and depression. You...

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My claim to fame is in your name No other name will do For if they all applaud me yet I crave applause from you No other praise will meet my gaze No others words will do For what they write althought alright Was not written by you No other face can dare erase Your image in my mind For though they all are very...

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Upon a grassy hill, so long ago, our lovely, old Victorian-style home was built in eighteen eighty-six, aglow with cozy rooms and firesides burning bright. So charming were the winding stairs that flared neath the cathedral ceiling's chandelier. Outdoors, a rolling lawn and gardens spread beside a stony brook that rambled on. A time I still remember- Christmas Day in nineteen fifty-three- age...

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Foppish fringe flutters..pianist tendrils tinkling.. Flitter finessing leathery fruits.. Caressing..stitched dreams tickled & tailored.. Swing..swerve in clandestine cahoots… Curve…voluptuous velvety verve.. Wobble seam serendipity tempts..teases.. Sliding across creases..angle architect gliding.. Heaven sent tyro riding blazing trails.. Hellbent brio…Waggers & Trent..Timmy trio.. Touted trinity…selector trifecta..febrile fan affinity.. Tim’s timber hoicks topple Toblerones.. Schadenfreude stats sips.. Oiks suggest Timmy.. Ersatz Test imitator of Jimmy… Naysayers…tut tutters spew from trolling...

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sandy has a smaller heart than an artichoke emotionally a quintessential slowpoke stomping on others feelings with army boots ripping out hearts straight from their roots leaving broken and battered in her wake as dangerous as any typhoon or earthquake...

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spry purebred feline hailing from siberia snowsquall royalty AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

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Betty White lived so long, they had all kinds of names for her. She managed to stay America's sweetheart for a century by being kind and funny. A heart of gold worn on her sleeve, she could make everyone smile. Her sweet face is now on a stamp while the tributes continue coming. Her curls sweet and eyes a'glitter but it's her smile...

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This stamp brings visions to our eyes Of years gone by, in summer's skies. He left to join our freedom's sound; And band of brothers, there he found. To guard our freedom, his thoughts turned- For love of country surely burned; With comrades joined, to then unfold a unity of strength untold. Two hundred fifty years this year Marine Corps- still, to us so...

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She’s not me, She doesn’t have my name. Instant transformation, but chic jeans just don’t fit. It’s body chemistry, my scent on her? Rancid. Baby I’m a trademark, that’s just an impostor. I am the legacy. I know that’s what she’s after. Stop. There’s just no hustle. Dad I’m a rich girl now, mom you would be so proud. They all want to be me....

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Her mind was beautiful Like wires At the back of those old TVs A riot of colors, ideas criss-crossing Bouncing off one another, melting, melding Beautiful like a rainbow. There was no straight connection To the relay of things, she said. And her face, her face! Varied more constantly than weather patterns Depending on what channel she was on What high! But it was her mind That...

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Don’t know why we came so close, Why time chose us—no one knows. We gave a year, we shared the days, In little moments, in quiet ways. Today I held your photo near, And every memory felt so clear. I don’t wish to go back in time, But hating you would feel like a crime. Whatever we had, it wasn't all wrong, Some parts...

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Inspired by... Warrior Nun - Ava is resurrected. Being alive is a gift. Being able to move is a gift. "Psalm 46:5 reads, "God is in the midst of her; she shall not be moved: God shall help her, and that right early." In essence, this verse speaks to the unwavering presence and support of...

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Mei ek naari hun.. Fir Kyun lagti sabko bechari hun? Jawab de dun palat kar agar- Kehlati ahankari hun.. Aur sar jhuka dun, inke liye- Mei sanskari ban jati hun.. Kehte hain- Samaj ka kalyan hoga Agar mei shashakt hun.. Jab aasman simit Krna ho Fir udna sikhate h kyun? Shaam der se ghar chal dun agar- Hath se nikal jati hun.. Jamaane ke sawalon ka- Mei Jawab de...

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