Remembrance Poems
Photograph
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Some haunt me pleasantly,
Using the grains of dewy silence that speak loudly
Within the long, grey halls of history.
I recline on such images with smiles I borrow from
The penetralia of my soul and skin.
Behind them come lean trees denuded by the swift
Gales of re-greened winters that celebrated
Friendliness in the course of wondrous seasons.
I peer deeply at them, genuflecting to Time
For its abundance of grace and reflections.
......
Remembrance
by Ghairo Daniels
watching passivity in activity
sad, sombrely sad
memories from womb rise and fall
little miracles of remembrance
holding the hands of Fate we wait
Wheels of Fortune revolves, race stagnates
we do not cry, hankerchiefs dry
timeless we watch, clock ticking
clock glancing, mindful of time
......
In Remembrance of My Lost Angel
by Carl Halling
I feel a deep, deep sorrow,
As life nears its final page,
The hard times that come with age,
It’s enough to make a good man rage,
But somehow, there’s a special sorrow,
In tears cried for love long gone,
By eyes that look back filled with pain,
At my lost angel.
......
With Tears in Our Hearts
by Lee-Ann Azzopardi
Soldiers fall everywhere on the battlefield
Like leaves in autumn
They lost their lives to save ours
And in their duty
They are gone, but not forgotten
Silence are the tanks and cannons
But the sounds of their spirits still fighting continues
Endlessly they march
And we remember with fallen poppies
That we wear in glory
......
Two chairs
by Divyosmi Goswami
You would not remember,
When we were perched upon the eagle's eyes,
And through the narrow confines and intricacies
Of the grill, when we looked on at the cherry trees.
I remember scouting the blossoms,
Spreading their pink canopy like messengers of love.
But that year, it did not bloom,
Strong gusts of wind ravaged within.
......
Remembrance
by Ghairo Daniels
watching passivity in activity
sad, sombrely sad
memories from womb rise and fall
little miracles of remembrance
holding the hands of Fate we wait
Wheels of Fortune revolves, race stagnates
we do not cry, hankerchiefs dry
timeless we watch, clock ticking
clock glancing, mindful of time
......
Jodenkerkhof in Eijsden
by Mario Odekerken
Stenen rusten onder mos en zon,
namen vervaagd door handen van tijd.
Een stilte die niet vraagt,
maar blijft.
Geen bloemen,geen krans,
alleen de lucht die waakt,
de wind die iets lijkt te fluisteren
wat niemand meer begrijpt.
......
Two chairs
by Divyosmi Goswami
You would not remember,
When we were perched upon the eagle's eyes,
And through the narrow confines and intricacies
Of the grill, when we looked on at the cherry trees.
I remember scouting the blossoms,
Spreading their pink canopy like messengers of love.
But that year, it did not bloom,
Strong gusts of wind ravaged within.
......
Photograph
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Some haunt me pleasantly,
Using the grains of dewy silence that speak loudly
Within the long, grey halls of history.
I recline on such images with smiles I borrow from
The penetralia of my soul and skin.
Behind them come lean trees denuded by the swift
Gales of re-greened winters that celebrated
Friendliness in the course of wondrous seasons.
I peer deeply at them, genuflecting to Time
For its abundance of grace and reflections.
......
With Tears in Our Hearts
by Lee-Ann Azzopardi
Soldiers fall everywhere on the battlefield
Like leaves in autumn
They lost their lives to save ours
And in their duty
They are gone, but not forgotten
Silence are the tanks and cannons
But the sounds of their spirits still fighting continues
Endlessly they march
And we remember with fallen poppies
That we wear in glory
......
