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I have a true friend who through the poems I write
of my wife has written the most amazing tribute poem to my wife
Helen

To me this means far more than any of the poems I've
written

Because this means through my poems, my friends has felt the love my wife and I have for each other even though Helen has sadly passed
on

My friend has recognised through my poems that our love for each other Is still as strong now as ever
So I thank my lady friend Terry, from Texas for her
kindness to
me

And the beautiful poem she wrote of my wife one could never wish for a better friend
A true friend who has written a tribute poem to my wife who passed away last year
I have a true friend who through the poems I write
of my wife has written the most amazing tribute poem to my wife

Helen to me this means far more than any of the poems I've
written

Because this means through my poems, my friends has felt the love my wife and I have for each other even though Helen has sadly passed
on

My friend has recognised through my poems that our love for each other Is still as strong now as ever
So I thank my lady friend Terry from Texas for her
kindness to
me

And the beautiful poem she wrote of my wife one could never wish for a better friend
A true friend who has written a tribute poem to my wife who passed away last year
It almost feels like summer,
breeze at the dusk, killing mosquitoes.
It feels like
Taking a stroll on National Mall,
On a summer night in front of Lincoln Memorial.
Playing Frisbee riding bike
On the meadow in front of the Capitol.

My summer in the capital
With you, him and her and them and myself alone

It feels like the humidity in the swamp, with jazz playing in the background
It smells like crab cake and french toast, out from the diners I frequent
It looks like the summer sky, cloudless, your eyes

The meadow the ducks, summer dress and birkenstock.
Brunch, breeze and bike, followed by more bike rides along the riverfront.

Sitting on the marble stairs of the Supreme Court
Dipping toes in Reflection Pool

Summer in D.C. oh how I much do I miss you and adore
Summer is a state of mind and so does love
But you never fail to give me the feelings of those above.xxoo
love letter to dc, ode to summer
mes Jan 31
f.w
how to explain this feeling in me?
I sense an earthquake
It has destroyed and shaken
All the pain away
It is an ocean
In renewed devotion
The woman with the hair on fire
This revealing ghost
Mere haunting creature
And no bad is left behind her
Only longing
Only hope
So delicate
it explodes
In thin air
So I close my eyes
And we weep together.
poem tribute to Florence Welch
Zuzanna Jan 24
I can't sleep
I'm left aching
All the time, I
See a man on the
Floor with a bullet
In his head, out cold
And dead. Mamma had
Said. He's not same man
She used to know, he is
The devil kind she goes
To church to pray for, in
Fear Beelzebub put a devil
Aside for me she cries seeing
Seeing a silhouette of a man
Who man ought to be my ghost
This is my Bohemian Rhapsody tribute.
I love the song, the movie and Queen. I
have become a big fan of the band, Freddie
will always be a star- he was, is and always
will be a star burning bright.
Abigail Hobbs Jan 23
A frost had already settled late that night
Into the tenth hour, when most would be sleeping
All was quiet and cold on the front
When the stars presented themselves, you presented yourself to the sky
I imagine as gracefully as sunrise
Quiet and unsuspecting,
it sprang on us like an early spring

When winter turns to spring
and daisies push their way through the dirt
when the transition is done
I'll think of your fight to push through life, yet open yourself up
just as flower petals open to this world
Even though you passed in winter, spring will remind us of you
After a harsh winter, spring will be there to guide us,
whether we've made peace with the season,
whether we're ready and however early
We'll pick daisies to take you with us on this spring's journey
01/23/19

For my dear Aunt, who passed away earlier this month. She was 39, but had a long fight with Cystic Fibrosis. Her favorite flowers were daisies :)
Sean Jan 18
I met a man, a gardener,
Who told of an auspicious seed.
He worked the seed, carefully
Its flower never seen.

The villagers would glance at him,
In times when things were looking dim
His ambitious eyes and sallowed skin
Reminded them to not give in.

When his work-struck shoulder stiffened,
strained back outed,
He still worked his seed.
And it never sprouted.

Until one off-beat Thursday morn,
the man did not get out of bed.
He passed away that fateful night,
The patch was left an empty stead.

The village gathered for the mass
A crowd with eyes of glass,
They stood and spoke, with admiration,
Of his hard-laboured inspiration - unforgotten.

Outside the Church, in the man's humble patch,
A seed sprouted, flourished - hatched:

Eden would have paled to see
The tree that came from this mere seed,
Hard work and dedication-
A tribute to his legacy.
Deborahlee Jan 13
Too painful to stand at attention
as he did back in the day
but this man, he's still a soldier
inside he's always that way

fought a lifetime for this country
chose a career we can never repay
I'm thankful for all he's given me
more than words can ever say

We're Blessed with various freedoms
all gifts, given to us from him
this man he is still a soldier
May God Bless him
and his "Hero Within"

This man he is still a soldier
and he casts a big shadow to fill
to the men and the women still fighting
I salute you all and always will.
Share this one every chance I get...
I heard the news today that you passed
Our Heavenly Father has you cast
In a play of angelic proportions
Made you pure from life’s distortions
As we grieve in our different ways
Our memory of you forever stays

I remember our day we had in a northern town
With sincere gladness, as you take up your crown
Retrospective moments I treasure all my life
As you lay at peace from your recent strife
I will think of you often with warmth and charm
So you rest well, my friend away from all harm

Your poetic words often struck a chord
And in life, you were rewarded for your word
Our chats over music, poetry, culture and esprit
Showed your enthusiasm for people like me
I only wish there is an opportunity for goodbye
I shall send my spiritual presence to the sky

In this lifetime there is but one of us to know
In your time on earth you had so much to show
There’s a heartache, as time closes in
A time of healing for us to begin
So fly on with wings that soar far and wide
In how you touched this life, fly on with pride
For a fellow poet David Swinden, also known as DarkDave in some poetry circles... sweet dreams as you rest, my friend
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