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2010 Poetry Theme Challenges

#15 Remembrance




Yes, it is Remembrance Sunday here in the UK this coming weekend, and it has made me think about the word itself. Remembering the sacrifice of others during wars has led to many great poems. However remembrance can be personal and intimate too. I was at my grandfather's funeral a couple of years ago and the words of the priest were just going over me as my thoughts were with my grandfather on the downs of Sussex when I was a kid. Yet there is no theme or genre for it - so the challenge is personal remembrances and how they bring a loved one to life.

Quills ready, go write!

Jem
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Remembrance



Divena Collins

Forgot to Remember
Heart of an Angel
Some Day

Jem Farmer

Forever Free

Ryter Roethicle

Fond Memories



Divena Collins

Forgot to Remember

I nearly always forget to remember
Where I put things by that I have lost
My forgetful minds like a fading ember
Of those whose past memories exhaust;
I bought some nice shoes the other day
`Twas the shoes, not box, that I threw away
They cost me a fortune, it was a great sin
The refuse collector had emptied the bin;
If only my forgetful mind would behave
I climb upstairs to change all the beds
Forgot I was there and had slept instead
Sprayed the kitchen but flies I did save;
`Twas I who curled up with a tummy upset
How I wish I remembered not to forget.


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Heart of an Angel

On a broken down bridge they walk upon
With rapids and waterfalls raging below
They see no danger when they skip along
No fear or anxiety were they ever to know;
Whatever they do wherever they may be
The sense of danger they just cannot see
They seem contented and happy to play
Yet danger is never much distance away;
To explore in their World is all they crave
But an angels heart with her guiding hand
Who loves and protects and will understand
Shall be there in spirit their souls to save;
Two children exploring the wild country wide
With the heart of an angel close by their side.



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Some Day

Could I e-er forget this love so divine
When I now dream constantly of thy touch
Supping the sweet red sap from a vine
Oh how we had loved each other so much;
Tho` this parting doth bring sweet sorrow
Knowing there shalt always be tomorrow
Maketh this our passion groweth stronger
Days and months shall appear to be longer;
But patience then embraces a lovers heart
As the dew drops kiss the autumn ground
Then once again this love shalt be found
`Til winters ice and snow drifts them apart;
But lovers remain haunting thro`the night
Loving each other softly when time is right.


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Jem Farmer

Forever Free

Her eyes reflect the beginning and end
in charcoal pools that reach deep in the soul
it is on her mercy I now depend
for life is done; I go to her parole.
Her touch may send a shiver down my spine
her whisper leads me to her realms divine
in wings of darkest black I take my shade
as in her love through death I’ll be remade.
Upon my knees as I begin to cry,
it is her voice that stills my raging mind
and her embrace that I long to find
as in my fear I ask her how and why.
I know now that she will never leave me
but in her love I am forever free.

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Jem Farmer

Forever Free

Her eyes reflect the beginning and end
in charcoal pools that reach deep in the soul
it is on her mercy I now depend
for life is done; I go to her parole.
Her touch may send a shiver down my spine
her whisper leads me to her realms divine
in wings of darkest black I take my shade
as in her love through death I’ll be remade.
Upon my knees as I begin to cry,
it is her voice that stills my raging mind
and her embrace that I long to find
as in my fear I ask her how and why.
I know now that she will never leave me
but in her love I am forever free.

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Ryter Roethical

Fond Memories (Variation)

Is it so long since we shared so much
Time rushes by yet there has not been a day
When I haven’t missed you and your touch
And wanted to be with you in every way.
Music united us each and every night
Yet also was very much part of our living day
From the waking light and afternoons play
Till that final moment turned out the light.
Now there is no music because it causes pain
How I wish we could be lovers again
But too much has been said and pain digs deep
But tell me who you dream of when you sleep
Too much has been said to ease your pride
But what do you really feel deep inside?

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