Legacy Poems
"The echo of a forgotten name."
by Dylan Wu Rong
The damp air around me smell infuriating,
metallic like the roscoe in my palms,
imprinting every edge and crease,
like a tattoo, but straight to my brain.
Its pathetic- I realize as I see myself,
selfishly wallowing in the sorrow,
jealous of the joy the rest hold close,
am I deserving of the self-pity?
The wind howls out to the seven nations,
resonating painfully clear- those battle cries,
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For Bree, Paulie, Brooke, George & Sydnie...with love
by Raina Hutchins
I know I don't have millions
To leave you in my will
But what I have for each of you
Is something greater still
I have a few possessions
For each of you to keep
Photographs and memories
I know will make you weep
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The Wisdom Within: A Tapestry of Power
by Emmanuel Liadi
A tapestry of strength, a vibrant hue ,
On women's Day, our hearts sing true.
From dawn's soft blush to twilight's gleam,
A legacy of courage, a powerful dream.
For every hand that guides , and every voice that rings
For wisdom shared, and joy that springs.
Through trials faced, and battles won,
A spirit shines, like morning sun.
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13. Bliss
by Kea Campbell
The final destination arrives all too soon.
We're all living our first life.
Some in desperation for a reputation,
Others in preparation for their salvation.
We are taken by the Force unknown,
And unknowledgeable of the force we give when we go.
Sunday 12 March 2023
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Manderley
by Ben Quinn
Dreams of an ethereal estate, a caged aviary.
Ravens flutter among the rhododendrons
Blood red and weeping.
She ruled with iron-willed certainty.
A certainty that seems so alien to me.
The rhododendrons liquify outside my window.
They melt and coalesce, pooling
The Ravens lap hungrily at the brine.
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Manderley
by Ben Quinn
Dreams of an ethereal estate, a caged aviary.
Ravens flutter among the rhododendrons
Blood red and weeping.
She ruled with iron-willed certainty.
A certainty that seems so alien to me.
The rhododendrons liquify outside my window.
They melt and coalesce, pooling
The Ravens lap hungrily at the brine.
......
The Wisdom Within: A Tapestry of Power
by Emmanuel Liadi
A tapestry of strength, a vibrant hue ,
On women's Day, our hearts sing true.
From dawn's soft blush to twilight's gleam,
A legacy of courage, a powerful dream.
For every hand that guides , and every voice that rings
For wisdom shared, and joy that springs.
Through trials faced, and battles won,
A spirit shines, like morning sun.
......
Epitaph
by John Stetson
When I die don't force my poem on some poor schoolboy.
Just put it on a shelf where he can reach it.
"The echo of a forgotten name."
by Dylan Wu Rong
The damp air around me smell infuriating,
metallic like the roscoe in my palms,
imprinting every edge and crease,
like a tattoo, but straight to my brain.
Its pathetic- I realize as I see myself,
selfishly wallowing in the sorrow,
jealous of the joy the rest hold close,
am I deserving of the self-pity?
The wind howls out to the seven nations,
resonating painfully clear- those battle cries,
......
"The ink that never dries."
by Dylan Wu Rong
A miracle- I always deemed them to be one,
rising to the peak beyond sight,
from nooks of the world never seen,
to pave a way- a way that lit up
the darkest of the night,
warmed the coldest of time.
On the stone heart I carried for decades,
left by them was an imprint,
never to wear off, never to be buried.
And was not I an ignorant fool,
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