In Memory of Sonny Doyal Roper October 14, 1943 - August 29, 2018
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Angels in Flight
In darkness at day or night I'm never alone For I have six angels to see me home Nothing in this world I have to fear My six angels are always near When my troubles are hard to bear My angels are always there They will guard and watch over me Until this world I'm ready to leave And when it's my time to leave this land They will guide me hand in hand by Sonny Roper 7/30/2018 
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In Memory of Leonard Cohen Sept 1934 - Nov 2016
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The End of Love
A secret grief rips apart all that was Slaves to the sexual caresses of time Stallions in black gallop gallantly in fields Of spring full wishes Thou seeith the birth of love Naked hopes surrounded by sweet perfumes Seduced by the gods or by demon fools Dancing, towards our own charades we sing Funerals consume autumn’s dead poets The gravestone cold and gray We hug it like a long lost friend One may see a battle lost The other a battle won In November we reminisce the soldier and singers too Didst you know I was a prostitute? Selling my soul to the hourglass of eternity Foolishly hoping to sleep upon her breast Shivering as others seem to fall right at deaths door Brimstone, black and rose The underbelly of St Laurent Youthful boasts as the old man in cane hobbles Generations sailed down the main Some seeking solace others finding fame Vaguely the recollections appear Visions inside dreams inside the darkest fears The end of love is near For the hand above is reaching As I float to the end of time Enchantment in the crypts Ravens dancing as they consume our mortal Hearts No smiles, no sleep Thou did knowest I’m surely certain The dance of death Only to be followed By a piper And angels violins Rags and shrouds, kiss them all goodbye Hallelujah |
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In Memory of CHERYL ANNA DUNN June 2, 2016
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It is with immense and great sadness that we have learned of the passing of Cherl Dunn, She was to be guest poet here, so I will ensure her Bio gets added to the Guest Bio's section.
There are no words and my condolances to all her family, I hope this reaches you and see all the hearts of other poets she touched. THe following poem is a dedication to her, I tried to write a poem as if I were her, in her style, and even I could never do her justice, this is my humble attempt at making sure she is remembered! Cherl, you brightened the hearts of many poets, more than I could have imagined, You where an inspiration to me, and I think you and will miss you dearly! RIP |
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Our Lost Angel of Devotion
I am at the bottom of the well, utter blindness Looking up towards the sky The heavens, rapture and my burnt out dreams I seek solace among the angels overhead I see them in robes, clashing with reality, can you? Bathed in ignorance, dancing in sin, slain and now shamed I am the mad hatter Anger and besought at the taking Of the sweetest amongst us My hat dances on my head, as hurricane gales caress phantoms Madder than even the rabbits and Alice of Nottingham I so miss my queen, she was the rock and she was the stream Of verse that carried the poetic, the glory and the untold stories She was the heart, rented inside of me Made me almost human if you can believe the lion or faded mirrors Her words where photographs embedded inside my tarnished soul She was music, she was a singing raven, and she was the sweetest southern rose My tears fill the coffin of the sailor long ago Great lakes of many, Erie feelings, poor lost child huddled within Oh we traded stories and pub filled glasses enticing the listeners The poets of the oceans surf, one day to touch the salty breeze Shipwrecked inside our dreams Writing for those poor drowned lads Tales that seemed unimportant then Now they become the volcanoes rising from cold oceans depths We have told and recited prolific prose In the harbor front bars of hunchback poetry It tears me from top to hat and bottom of glass That you are not here to praise From afar yet in the poet’s eye you knew me as Cheri We lived in the boats of past dreams, knowing life was surely precious In this wonderland, here was you and I Unlikely suitors to waltz in the grandest of southern dance halls You my dear Cherl where always, always eternal in my heart And always will be The princess of both stories and verse Whether storm filled nights, with cloudy recollections Or sunny skies on the corniche of long ago battlefronts You so sweet and me so sour and we cooked at the swamps twilight hour Now you have run, run to the sky, and I am left, faceless to wonder why So when I walk amongst the corroded stones Of those buried from love stories long ago Let me water the flowers on their graves As I pass yours, and blow you a soft fragranced kiss For you where not only my friend You were the companion of this poets many woes Let may lay my head on this cold stone bed Let me weep in funeral flowers For I wish these dear thoughts could be read By you from the gates above Why do we wait till the very end? To say words only when loved ones are dead |
Dedication to Cherl Dunn, by Tim Smith
A very talented Guest Poet here, have also written a dedication to Cherl Dunn, I thought it nice that her family may view the heartfelt words of no only me but other "soupers" God Bless
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Dedication to Cherl Dunn
Looking down my tree lined street the setting sun casts her glow upon the Chestnuts, Maples, and Oaks dressed in worn out yellow ribbons telling the story of friendship and loss strength and courage. How there was hope and there were dreams. That life wouldn't pull us apart. There was community and passion and smiles each time you went through that revolving door. We prayed, yes we prayed for us that we wouldn't lose you that we wouldn't be missing someone so true. I raise my head up to the skies washing away a lingering tearful cry and remember .... Your amiable soul, dynamic, invincible and unique Your stupendous dose of humor, indulging, infectious and unstoppable. Your enthusiasm to give, to share, and your boundless care Your friendship, a treasure trove of trust worth. Wherever you were, there was harmony, and a breath of fresh air You were a friend, who never postponed one minute of life You used every minute to fill ours with joy I raise my head high and remember i remember the moment my laughter died that moment when I asked why Why are the good, the chosen ones, to suffer for others 'evil Why do they go first, why do they die young Why are they now far, so far ? In that moment of helplessness and doubt In that moment when faith was provoked I cried like a child, I didn t need another hero, I just wanted my friend back I wanted her so bad to be near, to survive Once again I raised my head, I got lost in the sky, And I swear I saw her with these eyes And I swear, I heard her with these ears She said, 'Death is not for the living, I am so much alive ' Then, it was night ! I raised up my head, and a luminous star lit my once darkened sky with warm breezing light. By Tim Smith |
You are missed
RIP Cherl Dunn |
Muhammad Ali, 'The Greatest of All Time,' Dead at 74, June 4, 2016
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The Legend
He was not a humble man Everything he did, was big and grand He taunted and barbed with poetic flair His opponents he angered Entertainment in the air He was a legend, bigger than man A champion in the ring He often took a heroic stand Breaking barriers of narrow minds He defined his style in his own time His greatest feats were not title wins Nor his taunts and bragging sins Inside there was a more humble man Who stood for the downtrodden in troubled lands Full of humility he still could sting like a bee In the end he floats away A softer man, of a fighter’s heart So shed a tear, for this complex legend Whose humble beginnings’ The butterfly brought home to his roots God brought him back to his beginning Cassius Clay he was… and now lives in eternity Freed not by name But by convictions of his Good deeds |
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Notes: Know for his sportsmanship and boxing , he was a great man, what should be said is quietly behind the scenes he was a humble man, full of spirit and kind heart, who aided many, without any spotlight. He was fr sure not a Silent One, he was a man who whose actions where even louder than his words!
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We walk along the paths of memories of those long gone and those just passed. The raindrops here do not fall from the skies, they fall from our eyes.
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In Memory of Corey Fazel, RIP
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Corey Fazel
Koorosh the Great, Friend All of my heart One tear Or one Monsoon No amount, no grandeur Can express the sorrow Oh yes, I am sad, I am saddened I am in sorrow I am swimming in the darkness I am missing something That can not be said in words Koorosh the great was a prophecy For only now have we seen The truth of greatness Not by Victory, but by kindness We are blessed to have seen How simple life can be Love your life Your family Your friends Bring everyone laughter Create, envision and dream Everyone who knows you feels special Your father taught you well Kindness that transcended generations In the end A humble man No god could make him bitter He was as he always was and more A kind man Only when you remove a tree from the garden Do you realize The tree was the garden The flowers bloomed for the tree The people sought shade and comfort Quietly, I weep For him For his family For life If all great leaders followed his path What a beautiful world we would have He inspired He smiled Corey, you are missed Notes: Dedicated to my friend Corey Fazel who just recently passed away before his time. Corey, you will be missed by many many people. It is you with your friendly pertinence that got me to swim, and that alone |
