#memorials - Hello Poetry

Oh the curse to not forget “Curse?” You may ask Yes cursed are those that regret Those that are tormented by themselves As each moment is replayed Time stretched to its eternity For all it to be seconds While torrents flow of your memory If these files could just clear Grant what people call serenity To live free and be a me Not stuck in memories Though a flow that moves to itself The body bleeds Draining all energy Corpsing any human entity As To forget is to free Free from all this agony No more replays of the torn words through the heart Or worse yet, the moments we believed were existent for eternity It's best to accept That, Not a face will leave this grasp Not a moment will go unpacked All seconds will be in the count Scaring the face underneath the mask As I basque in the sail of my memory I smile Forgetting how different my face used to be Freeing myself from my memory

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Mar 18

Mar 18, 2026 at 6:48 PM UTC

SaadAlGhad

Memory

Oh the curse to not forget “Curse?” You may ask Yes cursed are those that regret Those that are tormented by themselves As each moment is replayed Time stretched to its eternity For all it to be seconds While torrents flow of your memory If these files could just clear Grant what people call serenity To live free and be a me Not stuck in memories Though a flow that moves to itself The body bleeds Draining all energy Corpsing any human entity As To forget is to free Free from all this agony No more replays of the torn words through the heart Or worse yet, the moments we believed were existent for eternity It's best to accept That, Not a face will leave this grasp Not a moment will go unpacked All seconds will be in the count Scaring the face underneath the mask As I basque in the sail of my memory I smile Forgetting how different my face used to be Freeing myself from my memory

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You and I can sit Joseph Gerry Moore, to watch the little boats upon the rocky shore, no one needs to speak it’s only you and me, let's spend a peaceful hour with the ever-shifting sea

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Feb 15, 2025

Feb 15, 2025 at 11:59 PM UTC

unpolished-ink

Joseph Jerry Moore

You and I can sit Joseph Gerry Moore, to watch the little boats upon the rocky shore, no one needs to speak it’s only you and me, let's spend a peaceful hour with the ever-shifting sea

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America has an obsession with guns and will glorify anybody that carries one. America has an obsession with race and will glorify anybody that shares their face. Imagine every statue and memorial in America vanished and America placed you, Mr. Reader, in charge of deciding what every monument in the country would be —events commemorated, dates remembered, people honored— how long would it take for you to start naming confederate soldiers?

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Jun 24, 2020

Jun 24, 2020 at 5:23 AM UTC

andrew-rueter

Confederate Memorials

America has an obsession with guns and will glorify anybody that carries one. America has an obsession with race and will glorify anybody that shares their face. Imagine every statue and memorial in America vanished and America placed you, Mr. Reader, in charge of deciding what every monument in the country would be —events commemorated, dates remembered, people honored— how long would it take for you to start naming confederate soldiers?

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Why remember? Why celebrate? The past, told by the victorious, To the living, mere instruments. Unknowable and unknown, Ceremonialised and celebrated, Of the dead's glorious renown, If expedient, memorials mandated and revised. Tomorrow you may uncover and reveal My history was wrong, but who knows really, For your discovery, or concealment, is shaped to fit your purposes, as it is for me, today.

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Apr 2, 2019

Apr 2, 2019 at 2:00 AM UTC

ylzm

History

Why remember? Why celebrate? The past, told by the victorious, To the living, mere instruments. Unknowable and unknown, Ceremonialised and celebrated, Of the dead's glorious renown, If expedient, memorials mandated and revised. Tomorrow you may uncover and reveal My history was wrong, but who knows really, For your discovery, or concealment, is shaped to fit your purposes, as it is for me, today.

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This is something I wrote to be read at my Cousin Rene's funeral. Oh My! I'm zooming down the Spanish coast... dipping my toes in the Med. But you might find me on a Cornish Campsite drinking Pina Coladas instead. Or it could be me, arm-in arm with good pals in pre-war summers... painting Withernsea red! To all of those who saw me through the darker days I am thankful that you helped & guided... Oh My! ...But I'm better now... I'm free... it's been a trying time, but once again... I can be me! And there's something else I've just realised. Do you know what? I can see! The last few years haven't been kind to me. Apparently I hadn't been making much sense. I knew inside what I wanted to say... being with me must have made people nervous... tense. But now the pressure's lifted, for loved ones and for me. I was ready - went on too long. Now I'm on the 'other side'. From now you’ll hear me on the wind in the trees and my whispers, in the surf and the tide. I'm pain free, light and frothy again, teetering on heels... I’m a dizzy apricot blonde... No need for me to hide... I might even drop in on you as I'm told you can... to say a quick thanks for all who helped - or tried... Oh My!... and yes....people to thank? It's like an Oscar speech... there's a list....but amongst all one stands out... shines like a star... My Chef... my Chauffeur... my Ears.... my Eyes... my Angel... my Wingman... My Ken! By my side through bad times, the good times and all those difficult bits... Not the now - but the then... My Multi-tasker, My Carer...My Rock... My 'Rock & Roller'... I remember we used to jive way back when... And as the old song goes, I'm sure ... We’ll meet again! Oh My!

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Dec 29, 2018

Dec 29, 2018 at 8:57 AM UTC

chrisslade

Oh My!...

This is something I wrote to be read at my Cousin Rene's funeral. Oh My! I'm zooming down the Spanish coast... dipping my toes in the Med. But you might find me on a Cornish Campsite drinking Pina Coladas instead. Or it could be me, arm-in arm with good pals in pre-war summers... painting Withernsea red! To all of those who saw me through the darker days I am thankful that you helped & guided... Oh My! ...But I'm better now... I'm free... it's been a trying time, but once again... I can be me! And there's something else I've just realised. Do you know what? I can see! The last few years haven't been kind to me. Apparently I hadn't been making much sense. I knew inside what I wanted to say... being with me must have made people nervous... tense. But now the pressure's lifted, for loved ones and for me. I was ready - went on too long. Now I'm on the 'other side'. From now you’ll hear me on the wind in the trees and my whispers, in the surf and the tide. I'm pain free, light and frothy again, teetering on heels... I’m a dizzy apricot blonde... No need for me to hide... I might even drop in on you as I'm told you can... to say a quick thanks for all who helped - or tried... Oh My!... and yes....people to thank? It's like an Oscar speech... there's a list....but amongst all one stands out... shines like a star... My Chef... my Chauffeur... my Ears.... my Eyes... my Angel... my Wingman... My Ken! By my side through bad times, the good times and all those difficult bits... Not the now - but the then... My Multi-tasker, My Carer...My Rock... My 'Rock & Roller'... I remember we used to jive way back when... And as the old song goes, I'm sure ... We’ll meet again! Oh My!

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Once that was Will not be forever Faded memories And sepia moments Lot of nostalgia Tired souls Reminiscing throughout In retrospect Fading work of art Cracked colors And crumbling walls Long stint in the past A standing ovation From the present ones Frail limbs support The past grandeurs Let’s bow to them In our memories and History testimonials

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May 11, 2015

May 11, 2015 at 3:03 PM UTC

amitav

Once that was...

Once that was Will not be forever Faded memories And sepia moments Lot of nostalgia Tired souls Reminiscing throughout In retrospect Fading work of art Cracked colors And crumbling walls Long stint in the past A standing ovation From the present ones Frail limbs support The past grandeurs Let’s bow to them In our memories and History testimonials

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Previous commemorative memorials of positivity drown in radioactive slime. Disperse chi like flooding water Contaminated, laminated with oily tears. "How is pain controlled?

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Aug 28, 2014

Aug 28, 2014 at 8:53 AM UTC

kagami

Disposing Livid Memories

Previous commemorative memorials of positivity drown in radioactive slime. Disperse chi like flooding water Contaminated, laminated with oily tears. "How is pain controlled?

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