In Memory

He

Through the forrest a dark wind blow

Yet in the depth a fiery glow

From the sky a thick sad rain

Causes the glow a shattering pain

The rain keeps pounding down

Till the glow has died and drown

Five weeks gone till thursday dawn

The rain keeps pounding and He keeps drowning

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I dedicate this Poem to Floyd Miller.
A loving and a caring person.

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Stepping on a memory

The stairs crack,

  as I slowly walk

down them. The cold air

   has put its touch upon

     this wood where I step

        lightly. Creak, Crack,

            Creak, Crack. These

               Stairs are old and

            have been on this house

             since Grandpa laid them

             here many years ago, with

             his worn, rough hands. They

                have ripped skin and scars

                that remain, but even through

                the pain, he never gave up. Now

                 even as I use these sturdy steps,

                      they still hold a piece of him,

                      so everyday when I walk on these

                          Stairs, I walk upon his memory.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The wording in this poem is suppose to look like a flight of stairs. Cool huh.

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RIDING FOR 8

CRAZY BULL

CLOWNS ALL AROUND

BIG BRIM HATS

LITTLE TINY BUTTS

OPEN THE GATE

THINGS GET WILD

COWBOY UP THEY SAY

WITH ARM BENT

STAY UP ON THAT ROPE

HOLDING ARM UP HIGH

REACHING FOR THE FRONT

FEET HOLDING ON

BENT LEGS

TOES OUT

CHEST UP

ARM OUT

RIDE HIM YOUNG MAN

HOLD ON WITH ALL YOU MIGHT

OH MY GOD

WHAT A RIDE

LIFE OF A BULL RIDER

TRIPS ON THE ROAD

KEEP YOU UP MOST THE NIGHT

LIFE OF A RODEO STAR

PULL THE NAME

THE BULL YOU WILL RIDE

THIS MIGHT BE THE ONE

THAT CAN TAKE YOUR LIFE

BUT RIDE HIM ANYWAY

CAUSE THAT'S THE LIFE

COWBOY UP

GET ON WITH THE SHOW

HOLD FOR THE RIDE

WHERE RIDING FOR 8

CAN SEEM TO LAST

FOREVER

Author's Notes/Comments: 

IN MEMORY OF LANE FROST..... ONE OF THE GREATEST BULL RIDERS EVER  

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THE LITTLE TRAMP

Walking in a shuffling

Manner,

Like he wore

The wrong size of

Shoes,

Extra large

Pants,

To hide what it

Seemed

A very small,

Frame.

This comedian actor

Was indeed!

A class act.

Still in his humble

Appereance,

He wore gloves and

Carried his black,

Bamboo cane.

He looked so funny,

in whatever that

He did.

Tilting his hat

This way and other.

He gave us his

Gift,

The great gift of

Of a wonderful time,

To last us forever

And give us everytime

A belly laugh!







Ladydp2000

copyright@2000


Author's Notes/Comments: 

This's my poem tribute to a great comedian actor of silent movies, the very unique Charles Chaplin! I think personally that he was so talented and so very funny in all his silent comedy films.Enjoy the poem.Thank you guy.

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WISH YOU WERE HERE

ON THIS

THE DATE OF YOUR DEATH

I SIT HERE LISTENING TO YOU

WISHING YOU WERE STILL HERE

SO THAT WE MIGHT BASK

IN YOUR ATTITUDE

WITH THE WORLD WE LIVE IN

WHAT WOULD YOU THINK OF THE NEWS

WHAT SORT OF SONG WOULD IT INSPIRE

FROM THE MAN OF WORDS

KNIGHT OF MUSIC

PLAYING OUR FEELINGS

OUT WITH EACH NOTE FROM

A GUITAR THAT COULD ONLY BE

STRUNG WITH HAIR FROM AN ANGEL

NOTES SO MUCH MORE THAN

JUST MUSIC

FEELINGS, EMOTIONS,MESSAGES

ALL FROM THE INSTRUMENT

YOU COULD MAKE TALK TO US

OH HOW I WISH YOU WERE STILL HERE

IMAGINE WHAT IT WOULD BE LIKE

WOULD YOU EVEN STILL CARE

WITH THE PASSION OF DAYS LOST

YOU WERE A MESSENGER TO THOSE THAT WOULD ONLY LISTEN

SHARING ALL THAT MADE YOU THE PERSON YOU WERE

OH HOW I WISH YOU WERE HERE.......



THE CHOIR IS SINGING SONGS OF JOY

MARKING THE DAY YOU LEFT THIS WORLD

TO TAKE ON THE LIFE OF AN ANGEL

ONE YOU WERE DESTINED FOR

Author's Notes/Comments: 

REST IN PEACE JOHN LENNON.....

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Warmth of Flames, Songs of Chimes

She touched the hearts

of everyone she knew.



The chimes sang sweet music as

in her spoken word.



Her warmth will be felt with

every candle lit.



Remember with each light of a Candle

each song of a Chime,

She is with us...

Always.



You are never alone!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is written in Memory of a neighbor loved by many.

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