Old Cemeteries
I love to go to old cemeteries
I’ve seen them all ‘cross country
Some are deep in the forest
They are so beautiful to me
Others are in vast prairie land
Small stones where children lay
I could almost hear voices
While they ran around in play
I’ve seen them in New Orleans
Folks are buried above the ground
It’s like a flash of history
With old cemeteries I have found
Of course there are the military
Like Vicksburg in Mississippi
Oh yes, I find cemeteries truly are
Part of American history!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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The cemeteries are filled with people who thought the world couldn't get along without them.
It is always dangerous to generalize, but the American people, while infinitely generous, are a hard and strong race and, but for the few cemeteries I have seen, I am inclined to think they never die.
quote by Margot Asquith
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Military cemeteries in every corner of the world are silent testimony to the failure of national leaders to sanctify human life.
Yitzhak Rabin in 1994 Nobel Peace Prize award lecture
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An Urban Cry
human settlements
extend into forests and hills
cemeteries
intrude into urban habitats
o, man's greed for land and roof
alive or dead!
09aug2010
14.12hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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I can't date women my own age any more - I hate going to cemeteries.
quote by Cesar Romero
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On All Souls Day, 2011
People throng the cemeteries
On ‘All Souls Day’,
Remembering their beloved ones,
Respects to pay!
All flower-decked and candle-lit,
Cemeteries stay;
Most relatives hear Requiem Mass,
Kneel down to pray!
They sing those famous songs of love
For near and dear;
Their emotions are stirred again,
Eyes filled with tear.
The separations are relived,
They burn incense;
Some weeks or years had rolled off fast,
Death stole souls since.
The agony to some was great,
With kith, kin lost;
They plead to God to show mercy
At any cost!
They call upon the saints that died
To intervene;
They cannot forget how they cried
With thoughts ev’rgreen!
The beggars line up to get alms,
And charity;
Most people dole out cash and kind,
Full of pity.
The prayers, masses, good deeds touch
The Most High’s heart;
When God’s love falls as rain-showers,
Then people part!
‘God, empty Purgatory, ’ they plead;
‘With light divine! ’
May faithful all departed rest! ’
From tracts, they read.
Dedicated to all Souls on all Souls Day,2011!
By ‘Holy family Church, ’ Perundurai
Copyright by Dr John Celes 02-11-11
poem by John Celes
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Life
Mute witnesses
These cemeteries
To the miseries
Of the world.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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The Heroes Of Tureengarriffe
'Tis part of Duhallow and Sliabh Luacra history now how Sean Moylan and his men
Ambushed and inflicted heavy losses on the Black and Tans at Tureengarriffe Glen
Almost three decades before I was even born and all but nine decades ago
Since the heroes of North Cork and East kerry into the status of legends did grow
One thing that can be said of war is that heroes it never does fail to create
And even the victors of the smallest battles we always do see fit to celebrate
The winners write the history of the battles that's how it is and will always be
In the annals of Sliabh Luachra and Duhallow the heroes of Tureengarriffe created their own history
Around the fire-grate when I was a young boy the old men stories of battles told
They took up arms for Irish Independence when they were younger men in days of old
Long past their prime and they had done their fighting but at the end did it matter that much at all
The British left and the civil war then started which gave rise to the birth of Fine Gael and Fianna Fail,
The heroes of Tureengarrife now are resting in their towns and villages in cemeteries far away
Eventually they fell to the scythe of the reaper it can be said of them they had their day.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Once, I took a taxi. I hate those limousines. They stink and their drivers have been driving dead people to the cemeteries.
quote by Klaus Kinski
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Life is not a static thing. The only people who do not change their minds are incomptetents in asylums, who can't are those in cemeteries.
quote by Everett Dirksen
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You Tell Me Of Your Australian History
You tell me of your Australian history your ancestors were British and Irish pioneers
But your history in this Land is not an old history just two centuries and twenty years
And in time that may seem quite a long span though the combined life spans of three people nothing more
Your ancestors hardly were Aussies they came here from a distant shore.
The first Australians have lived in this Country for longer than most care to know
Their ancestors came here from Asia more than sixty thousand years ago
They are indigenous to this Country all others have links to elsewhere
Yet they still struggle for recognition and that to me seems quite unfair.
Dispossessed by the Northern invaders they never did get back their Land
And that they are now ruled by white people I find that hard to understand
You talk of the history of this Land as if it were only two hundred years old
But then suppose the history of the ancient Dreamtime by white people will never be told.
I was not even born in this Country which makes you more Aussie than I
And though I'm not Nationalistic or Patriotic my heritage I won''t deny
You talk of your pioneering ancestors but why talk of Human history at all
If the history of the first Australians you do not see fit to recall.
You tell me of your pioneering ancestors but one fact you tend to ignore
That they were not born in this Country they came here from a foreign shore
You''d swear by you the Human history of this Land was only two centuries old
But the true history of this great Country by your type will never be told
poem by Francis Duggan
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Basin Street Blues
Wont you come and go with me
Down that mississippi
Well take a boat to the land of dreams
Come along with me on, down to new orleans
Now the bands there to greet us
Old friends will meet us
Where all them folks goin to the st. louis cemetary meet
Heaven on earth.... they call it basin street
Im tellin ya, basin street...... is the street
Where all them characters from the first street they meet
New orleans..... land of dreams
Youll never miss them rice and beans
Way down south in new orleans
Theyll be huggin.... and a kissin
Thats what I been missin
And all that music....lord, if you just listen
New orleans....i got them basin street blues
(instrumental break)
Now aint you glad you went with me
On down that mississippi
We took a boat to the land of dreams
Heaven on earth...they call it basin street
song performed by by Louis Armstrong
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The History Of Tomorrow
I want to tell you the history of tomorrow
It’s the history of how our leaders fulfilled a promise of light
By dumping us in the dark with pits everywhere
I want to tell you the history of tomorrow
It’s the history of how our leaders fulfilled a promise of food
By asking us to chop several fire-woods to heat up a pot full of stones
I want to tell you the history of tomorrow
It’s the history of how our leaders fulfilled a promise of job creation
By making us slaves on our own soil
I want to tell you the history of tomorrow
It’s the history of how our leaders fulfilled a promise of education
By dumping us in dilapidated buildings without teachers
I want to tell you the history of tomorrow
It’s the history of how our leaders fulfilled a promise of accountability
By looting our treasury and asking us for yet another term in office
I want to tell you the history of tomorrow
It’s the history of how our leaders fulfilled a promise of safety
By leaving pot holes large enough to swallow countless accident victims on our roads
I want to tell you the history of tomorrow
It’s the history of how our bows and arrows
Would secure our future
I want to tell you the history of tomorrow
It’s the history of a country, a country with countless heroes
It’s the history of a country, a country with countless robbers
Robbers with fame
Robbers without shame
Robbers that we would roast with flame
© Adegbenro Adekunle Jacob
Tomorrow’s history is today. All world leaders must make real democracy work. They must be selfless. We must not wait until there is horror and terror before we learn. Nigerian leaders must shun CORRUPTION.
poem by Adegbenro Adekunle
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Don't think of yourself as indispensable or infallible. As Charles De Gaulle said, the cemeteries of the world are full of indispensable men.
quote by Donald Rumsfeld
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In The Silence Of A Reverie
In the silence of a reverie,
I hear a lonesome whistle call.
The cries of someone wanting
their lover to come back home,
and the sound of anguished voices
from a battlefield far away.
In the silence of a reverie,
I hear a baby cry for its father.
A father who marched to duty
to fight a far off war
and whom will never see
another spring again.
In the silence of a reverie,
I hear the muted cries
of the wailing widows
struggling in the tears of their grief.
I see the white crosses
row upon row is silent cemeteries.
In the silence of a reverie,
I hear a future filled
with the cries of hope and understanding.
A future filled with victories
from the enemies
we hold within our minds.
5 May 2010
poem by David Harris
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History!
Spoken words are history
Records of some remain a mystery
And when today and tomorrow
Row bitterly over yesterday
Today will become history
With just an empty space
Enlightened by a darkened face
History reminds me of a repetition of events
Dancing to the rhythm of the same kind of achievements
A battle is won or lost
Every love or hatred will eventually be buried in dust
I love you
You love me
Soon our love goes down in history
Someone else will find love a new discovery
So the theory behind is history
Is to have a story that commands all glory
For the inevitable past that will last!
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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How can I get more information about the journey to heaven?
I ride my ramshackle bicycle that has no seat to rest my skinny buttocks well.
This thorny road is not easy to go and I scared that anytime I get a tyre puncture or cut.
Along the road I found cemeteries and these dumb tombs never talk.
You could see only their dates of birth and burial and what else?
To a faraway friend only in dreams I have seen him
And he looks like me a sad face but a strong heart?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Farewell Ritual.
The rifles bark their last salute.
To say farewell to a comrade.
The tears of mourners follow suit.
The last post sounds: A serenade
or better yet a lullaby
To lull a valiant soul to sleep.
A tribute to his memory.
The price of freedom is not cheap.
Another human sacrifice
offered to the God of War.
He earned his place in paradise
to rest in peace for evermore.
A sight we see too frequently
In military cemeteries.
Friday,27 August 2010
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Black History Month
In January...
There they are making history.
In February...
There they are making history.
In March...
There they are making history.
In April...
There they are making history.
In May...
There they are making history.
In June...
There they are making history.
In July...
There they are making history.
In August...
There they are making history.
In September...
There they are making history.
In October...
There they are making history.
In November...
There they are making history.
In December...
There they are making history.
But...
It's nice to know
The shortest month of the year
Was chosen to celebrate
The great deeds of African-Americans!
However...
It is those LEAP YEARS,
That really have the blacks jumping for joy!
Note: 'Black History Month' along with other
works of interest can be found in...
*'MindPrints from Untouched Places-VOL I'*
~Now available online at a PC near you~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Flowers Galore
Are there not flowers like the rose,
Those look prettier and smell better?
Yet, people do not prefer them,
Nor nurture them in tonnes for use.
Are there not flowers in the wild,
With gorgeous looks and perfumes great,
Whose birth is known to herds that graze?
God only knows why they are there!
Are there not flowers hidden well,
In forests deep and dense and dark,
But are found rarely like orchids,
Those look so splendid to the eye?
Are there not flowers raised in fields
Or found in meadows, lawns so green,
And sold as garlands for deities,
Or strewn on tombs and cemeteries?
And yet, some cannot even bud
Or blossom into flowers big;
While some get trampled under feet,
A few adorn altars of God!
Galore are flowers that we see,
Whose hues, shapes, sizes vary much;
God makes each petal, leaf and bud
With beauty that no words can tell.
Each one bears witness to God’s pow’r,
And smiles with freshness with each shower;
Each one is beautiful a flow’r;
And decks the planet earth’s bower!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-19-2008
poem by John Celes
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