Remembrance Poems
Alex Pretti.
by Siobhan Reardon
They shot another one of us today.
And a storm is rising just beyond the horizon line –
a great wave of snow, sleet, and ice.
Ice I fear the most.
Another man is dead in the street.
And this storm will bring downed lines –
many will be warmed by wood stoves and generators.
I feel so damn alone.
......
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.
......
as the bugle fades
by Rikske Kessner
"ANZAC 2026"
A faint drift of camp‑smoke moves across the oval
as neighbours gather in a loose ring,
boots scuffing dew‑dark grass.
Someone reads from an old diary,
paper soft at the folds,
its words settle over us
like a weather front passing slow across the range.
......
If I Must Die
by Lee-Ann Azzopardi
If I must die
Let me be remembered
As a beautiful soul
That I wouldn't hurt a living thing
And if I did, I didn't meant it
If I must die
Let my words live forever
Recite, them, as though, I was famous
Pronounce every word
Without haste
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Remembrance Day
by Ryan Owen
Remembrance Sunday arrives again
As the town mourns the loss
Of the gentlemen
Whom served with their life.
The sound of the last post
Calls out through the streets
To the wrongs of war
As red poppies cover our hearts and people
......
as the bugle fades
by Rikske Kessner
"ANZAC 2026"
A faint drift of camp‑smoke moves across the oval
as neighbours gather in a loose ring,
boots scuffing dew‑dark grass.
Someone reads from an old diary,
paper soft at the folds,
its words settle over us
like a weather front passing slow across the range.
......
Alex Pretti.
by Siobhan Reardon
They shot another one of us today.
And a storm is rising just beyond the horizon line –
a great wave of snow, sleet, and ice.
Ice I fear the most.
Another man is dead in the street.
And this storm will bring downed lines –
many will be warmed by wood stoves and generators.
I feel so damn alone.
......
If I Must Die
by Lee-Ann Azzopardi
If I must die
Let me be remembered
As a beautiful soul
That I wouldn't hurt a living thing
And if I did, I didn't meant it
If I must die
Let my words live forever
Recite, them, as though, I was famous
Pronounce every word
Without haste
......
Remembrance Day
by Ryan Owen
Remembrance Sunday arrives again
As the town mourns the loss
Of the gentlemen
Whom served with their life.
The sound of the last post
Calls out through the streets
To the wrongs of war
As red poppies cover our hearts and people
......
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
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