Tribute Poems
قالوا الدروز - Poem by
by مارون عبود
قالوا الدروز فقلت جيل معرق
العقل دين والوفاء الموثقُ
والصدق شرعتهم فإن عاهدتهم
بروا وإن نطقوا بأمر يصدقوا
خلق الأسود متى يمس حماهم
وسخاء حاتم طيء إن يطرقوا
تمت مروءتهم فإن ناديتهم
طاروا إليك عصائبا تتدفق
ربضوا بباب الشرق خير ضراغم
تحمي العرين فأين منه الأبلقُ
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It's midnight in Arles
by Lea Noir
I sit across from you in the dimly lit café
Your eyes are restless, your hands are stained with paint
Silent strangers inspect each other helpless
Tell me of your visions, your fears, your dreams
You speak of stars in Arles, sunflowers, colours and light
We sip our coffee, we smoke our pipes, we watch the night
You smile at me as we forget ourselves in someone's bloodstream
You are a genius, a madman, a tortured soul
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In Memory of Maya Angelou
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
Perched on your strained life’s tree
Jumping from one branch to another
The Caged Bird set herself free…
From your fragile frame
Weakened by 86 summers’ heat,
Flying away from the mortal sight
Beyond the vast blue sky -
For an eternal rest in the abode
Immortalised by your prolific writings..
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يا وردة التركِ إني وردةُ العَرَبِ - Poem by وردة اليازجي
by وردة اليازجي
يا وردة التركِ إني وردةُ العَرَبِ
فبيننا قد وجدنا أَقرَبَ النَّسَبِ
أعطاكِ والدكِ الفنِّ الذي اشتهرت
الطافهُ بين أهل العلم والأَدَبِ
فكنتِ بين نساءِ العصر راقيةً
أعلى المنازل ف يالأقدار والرُّتَبِ
يا من جلت دُرَّ لفظٍ جآءَ يخبرنا
عن لطف خُلقٍ أتى في الناس بالعجبِ
أنتِ التي شَغَفَت قلب المحبّ بها
على السماع فكانت عنهُ لم تَغِبِ
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John Wayne Brown
by Randy Johnson
My grandmother and his father were first cousins, and that made us related.
When he died on the 3rd of June, his death wasn't something that I anticipated.
When a person dies, it's something that people hate.
He has gone to Heaven at the young age of forty-eight.
His mother named him after John Wayne, the deceased movie star.
Now Heaven is the place where both my friend and John Wayne are.
It's always hard to lose a member of the Human Race.
John is dead but he is in a far better place.
[Dedicated to John W. Brown (1970-2019) who died on June 3, 2019.]
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Africa
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Africa,
I reconcile your genius with nostalgia,
perfervidity and relic lust;
your age with the whiteness
of a virgin void of earliness;
and your life with the tenderness
of the yolk of God.
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Amazing Grace!
by Adelana Victor
If only I had known the last time I saw you was going to be my last,
I would have hugged and held onto you so tightly,
Not even the Grim Reaper would have been able to rip you from my grip.
If only I could see you smile once more,
I would immortalize it in a photograph,
And hang it in the hallway of Eternity.
During the short time I knew you,
You put more smiles on my face
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Roots (For Alex Haley)
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Pensile clouds of a new Truth loom.
With them are selected versions of
Extinct grief.
Looking through the yellowness of a
Dog’s eyes, this aura of Truth, pervasive,
Sours my palate.
What say the bulletins and tabloids
In their speech potency?
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Dear Teacher- "A tribute to them"
by Snigdha Burman
Dear teacher, You are the best
You really stand out among the rest
As you plant a seed of curiosity and motivation,
We know & grow & succeed
Every lesson you teach,
Inspires us to dream, to work & to reach
You work hard every day & night,
To make us very bright
Every word spoken for you seems to be less,
I sometimes wonder do you ever rest?
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A Last Tribute -01
by Subhas Chandra Chakra
Once upon a time, dear
This day, every year
Made me bathe in tear-
As it came so near.
At a pretty little past
Although it'd be the last,
For things fade so fast
't was day of my heart.
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