cloventongue89
Poem Published
29th Mar 2020 8:55pm
29th Mar 2020 8:55pm
Echoes
Your silence speaks to me
The echo of this memory
In love God formed your legacy
I only pray I honor you
In who I choose to be
Fade-less your example
Your fingerprints in my mind
Unseen for a moment of darkness
Eyes bound to this world are blind
Faith is our gateway to reunite
I cannot wait till I see you again
When time expires we outlive the fight
And find true peace in the end
Free from this age passing away
Death in the hands of God finds you alive
As you rise with the true light of day
The...
The echo of this memory
In love God formed your legacy
I only pray I honor you
In who I choose to be
Fade-less your example
Your fingerprints in my mind
Unseen for a moment of darkness
Eyes bound to this world are blind
Faith is our gateway to reunite
I cannot wait till I see you again
When time expires we outlive the fight
And find true peace in the end
Free from this age passing away
Death in the hands of God finds you alive
As you rise with the true light of day
The...
#love
#family
#death
#memories
#memorial
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2020 8:44pm
22nd Mar 2020 8:44pm
The Gambler and Lucille
Kenny had a God given talent and he was bound to succeed.
His death has pricked people like a thorn and they will bleed.
He was both a singer and an actor who had skill.
People loved to hear him sing The Gambler and Lucille.
The world is sad to lose Kenny.
He was a Leo just like me.
All of his fans are heart broken because of this ordeal.
People loved to hear him sing The Gambler and Lucille.
His death has pricked people like a thorn and they will bleed.
He was both a singer and an actor who had skill.
People loved to hear him sing The Gambler and Lucille.
The world is sad to lose Kenny.
He was a Leo just like me.
All of his fans are heart broken because of this ordeal.
People loved to hear him sing The Gambler and Lucille.
#death
#memorial
#nonfiction
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2020 12:02pm
22nd Mar 2020 12:02pm
Lyle Waggoner
He starred in 'Wonder Woman' as Steve Trevor.
Sadly, he passed away and he's gone forever.
He guest-starred in 'Charlie's Angels' and 'The Love Boat'.
He also guest-starred in 'Happy Days' and 'Murder, She Wrote'.
He made guest appearances as himself in 'The Golden Girls' and 'That '70s Show'.
He also came close to being Batman and millions of people hated to see him go.
He starred in 'The Carol Burnett Show' and this man had style.
He died in March of 2020 and we have to say goodbye to Lyle.
Sadly, he passed away and he's gone forever.
He guest-starred in 'Charlie's Angels' and 'The Love Boat'.
He also guest-starred in 'Happy Days' and 'Murder, She Wrote'.
He made guest appearances as himself in 'The Golden Girls' and 'That '70s Show'.
He also came close to being Batman and millions of people hated to see him go.
He starred in 'The Carol Burnett Show' and this man had style.
He died in March of 2020 and we have to say goodbye to Lyle.
#death
#memorial
#nonfiction
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Fiftysevenhours
.Quercus.
.Quercus.
Poem Published
16th Mar 2020 7:57pm
16th Mar 2020 7:57pm
Closed Eyes
Words are caught in my throat to stand
I hold your hand
Washed in the waters of our goodbyes
I close my eyes
It is in that a part grief but in heart
The hope of peace
In the faces of the lives you’ve touched
The reminder of your ways
You live on here in what you taught
In that you shared
Though you go as you always do
Rising to face the next
A part of you as yet resides
Within the grace of our closed eyes.
I hold your hand
Washed in the waters of our goodbyes
I close my eyes
It is in that a part grief but in heart
The hope of peace
In the faces of the lives you’ve touched
The reminder of your ways
You live on here in what you taught
In that you shared
Though you go as you always do
Rising to face the next
A part of you as yet resides
Within the grace of our closed eyes.
#memories
#memorial
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
15th Mar 2020 3:17am
15th Mar 2020 3:17am
Leah Marie Kozak 1987-2018
Today is
one'a them "cry all day for Leah" days.
Leah, my daughter.
Leah, my little girl.
Leah................deceased, July 4th, 2018.
Leah laying lifeless in KC hospice bed.
Another "statistic" for death via intoxicants.
Yes. A "cry all day for Leah day".
And perhaps tomorrow too.
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2020dkzkpoompictretcbullzhit//////2020
one'a them "cry all day for Leah" days.
Leah, my daughter.
Leah, my little girl.
Leah................deceased, July 4th, 2018.
Leah laying lifeless in KC hospice bed.
Another "statistic" for death via intoxicants.
Yes. A "cry all day for Leah day".
And perhaps tomorrow too.
vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv
2020dkzkpoompictretcbullzhit//////2020
#grief
#heartbroken
#death
#memorial
#IMissYou
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
14th Mar 2020 2:21pm
14th Mar 2020 2:21pm
Self Servant Be Thy Name
right/light on the way
things
gone tonight......(o! like a twi-light?)
goin'n'going
any damn way the way a horizontal
f e r r i s wheel might defy
expectations of whoD'fuck
writes
a bucket for death, or
a sucket for precious g
e
...
things
gone tonight......(o! like a twi-light?)
goin'n'going
any damn way the way a horizontal
f e r r i s wheel might defy
expectations of whoD'fuck
writes
a bucket for death, or
a sucket for precious g
e
...
#dark
#death
#Buddhist #memorial
#Buddhist #memorial
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PoetSpeak
Poem Published
6th Mar 2020 10:10pm
6th Mar 2020 10:10pm
McCoy Tyner R.I.P.
Giant of Jazz Piano
Atonal
Pounded the keyboard
Saw him at the Top of the Gate
Greenwich Village
Sometime in my early years in New York City
Kinetic
Iconic
Master
A piece of me died today
McCoy Tyner
81 years young
Atonal
Pounded the keyboard
Saw him at the Top of the Gate
Greenwich Village
Sometime in my early years in New York City
Kinetic
Iconic
Master
A piece of me died today
McCoy Tyner
81 years young
#memorial
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Ahavati
Poem Published
6th Mar 2020 00:55am
6th Mar 2020 00:55am
Wildcard
( after Yehuda Amichai )
"...I should like someone to remember
that there once lived a person named
David Berger."
-- David Berger (in his last letter, Vilna, 1941)
There is peace beyond the grave
or material hardening of soil
after life acquiesces
its due diligence to death—
or the space between parent
and prodigal child, returning—
ribcage splintered in repentance
for a peaceful resolution
What is it, then, when a honey bee
surrenders its sting to survive— ...
"...I should like someone to remember
that there once lived a person named
David Berger."
-- David Berger (in his last letter, Vilna, 1941)
There is peace beyond the grave
or material hardening of soil
after life acquiesces
its due diligence to death—
or the space between parent
and prodigal child, returning—
ribcage splintered in repentance
for a peaceful resolution
What is it, then, when a honey bee
surrenders its sting to survive— ...
#peace
#spiritual
#memorial #historical
#memorial #historical
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Baldwin
Poem Published
27th Feb 2020 2:10am
27th Feb 2020 2:10am
Ash Wednesday
Because I know that fame’s
a thing that can’t be carried with me
when I, as dust to dust,
go down into the grave,
and cannot serve as light or warmth
beneath the earth,
I hope now that my name
will be passed on with love
in an unsullied state
in others’ memory
and will remain marked out
on living tongues
at least a while
as if a flame that brightens
darkness at the end of day.
That is, I think, as much
as one can ask for of
the ever-turning world.
a thing that can’t be carried with me
when I, as dust to dust,
go down into the grave,
and cannot serve as light or warmth
beneath the earth,
I hope now that my name
will be passed on with love
in an unsullied state
in others’ memory
and will remain marked out
on living tongues
at least a while
as if a flame that brightens
darkness at the end of day.
That is, I think, as much
as one can ask for of
the ever-turning world.
#memorial
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FallenAngle
Poem Published
21st Feb 2020 1:20am
21st Feb 2020 1:20am
My son
I wear no physical scars on my body
That held your tiny heart
But I nurse the scars on my soul
That you left in your wake.
I have no memories of your smile
That I longed to see
But I sleep to the dream you gave
That I hear you laugh.
I never wiped away the tears
That you would have cried
But I feel you wipe away mine
That I shed in your place.
I couldn't give you a place
That you could have laid to rest
But I left a lily at the lake
That I left a part of me once too.
I would have given...
That held your tiny heart
But I nurse the scars on my soul
That you left in your wake.
I have no memories of your smile
That I longed to see
But I sleep to the dream you gave
That I hear you laugh.
I never wiped away the tears
That you would have cried
But I feel you wipe away mine
That I shed in your place.
I couldn't give you a place
That you could have laid to rest
But I left a lily at the lake
That I left a part of me once too.
I would have given...
#grief
#mother
#death
#memorial
#son
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mysticstones
Poem Published
20th Feb 2020 11:38am
20th Feb 2020 11:38am
of Nashua’s light
With condolences in rhetoric
yet meager the attempt.
An expression of sadness
with tears, I present.
Complexities, the issue
from a vision,
shimmering in the morning’s dew.
Her tiny spirit soft upon northerly winds
in guidance, a mighty hand,
He sends.
Through the test of human belief,
her transcending
a teaching, simple, so welcomed relief.
We marvel, at the feelings, that now begin
how precious in life
a time, dictated, on how to mend.
As of man
lacking presence in mind,
Confront...
yet meager the attempt.
An expression of sadness
with tears, I present.
Complexities, the issue
from a vision,
shimmering in the morning’s dew.
Her tiny spirit soft upon northerly winds
in guidance, a mighty hand,
He sends.
Through the test of human belief,
her transcending
a teaching, simple, so welcomed relief.
We marvel, at the feelings, that now begin
how precious in life
a time, dictated, on how to mend.
As of man
lacking presence in mind,
Confront...
#love
#grief
#memorial
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slipalong
Poem Published
29th Jan 2020 9:08am
29th Jan 2020 9:08am
The well beaten path (Neil Peart tribute)
You know, you know, in just a second
The intro and its ring
Its reaching in, that solid underpin
The osmosis: of his arms like beating wings
He was the king of sticks and skin
Chorus
You waved your wands on golden pond
From this world to that beyond
A shake down for that great man
That thing that eats, with a smile dead pan
Decay, destroy a core
Rush's centrepiece, the guilt of shining flare
His drumsticks now bereft, of that maestro's, magic blur
Like a great ring master
That he controls the floor
And they...
The intro and its ring
Its reaching in, that solid underpin
The osmosis: of his arms like beating wings
He was the king of sticks and skin
Chorus
You waved your wands on golden pond
From this world to that beyond
A shake down for that great man
That thing that eats, with a smile dead pan
Decay, destroy a core
Rush's centrepiece, the guilt of shining flare
His drumsticks now bereft, of that maestro's, magic blur
Like a great ring master
That he controls the floor
And they...
#music
#lyrics
#memorial
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