Veteran’s Cemetary by Donal Mahoney



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Veteran’s Cemetary

by Donal Mahoney

Families come
on Memorial Day
depending on the weather;
otherwise the Fourth of July, 
if it’s not too hot.
You can hear them coming,
adults in the rear,
reminiscing and talking,
children who can read
announcing the names
on the stones until they 
discover the right one. 
Then they shout.
Adults bring flowers, 
placing them softly
in front of the stones 
near our heads.
Children stick little 
flags from parades
in our waistlines.
Some ladies bring towels
and wipe down the stones;
others towelettes to remove
gunk from the lettering. 
All mean well and we 
appreciate the visit and wish 
we could say something.
It’s a thrill to hear voices.
Otherwise it’s lawn mowers,
leaf blowers, snow plows 
the rest of the year.
<> on May 28, 2012 in Arlington, Virginia.
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Every time I read this I wonder about the “underground listeners.  An apropos poem  for a somber holiday😦
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     Words Are Stones
They come into my hand
like dices ripe and ready to be thrown
the right size the slight edge
what I am going to do with them
once I get them in the air
my little word rockets
let them free or keep the dangling spinning unaware
isn’t something I’m gonna share with you right here
your going to have to follow me a little more
if you really care to know
what my arms and my heart
are really going to do
with these little words and stones
I’ve got specially prepared for you
I see you right now
peaking behind the bushes
holding your breath
hoping I won’t notice
your voyeuristic imposition
oh you’re saying I was just taking a stroll
you’re the one that called out with your wild
rocks and words incrimination
get off the mount
I’m no baseball bat to hit around
I don’t wanna play anymore
I say don’t move out of those bushes
I’ve got you clear in my sight
there you go
you’re on the run
here I go
words are fun
written May 27, 2016
by Franco Esposito
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Memorial Day by Valeri Beers

Good Memorial day to you
This is a sad holiday😦

Valeri's poems & random thoughts

Memorial Day
by Valeri Beers

All gave some
Some gave all
Just take a moment & remember
When you’re having a ball

For the price they
were willing to pay
you don’t have to
go to work or school today

I don’t want to be
a downer at your barbecue
or make you feel guilty about your
long weekend plan
Just take a moment & remember
why you can



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When Words Were Stones by Marianne Szlyk

When Words Were Stones

by Marianne Szlyk

She stands at the edge
of the river,
looking out at the flood,
its caramel color swelling
over where the stones were
last summer.

The river smells of mud
and drowned animals.
She won’t add to all that,
so she turns away, knowing
that the stone will return,
that words will, too.

 Tomorrow she will
return to the river.
Today she returns home.

Marianne says this is a first draft. I say WOW :)  Thank you for your poetic contribution:)

(from a poetry prompt by Franco Esposito)

Congratulations to everyone :)

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Alan P. Garfoot This One Is About You 2
Alicja Kuberska Barefoot on the Stubble 3
Ana Paula Arendt Shrine 4
Charlotte Murphy ELIZABETH 6
Claire T. Feild Bastille 7
Colin Dardis City Breathing 8
Dah Without Voice Without Living 9
Daniel Williams Valentine: I Love How You Love Me 10-11
David Anthony Sam The Nostalgia of Frisbees 12-13
David Punter Brink 14
Debra Ayis Time 15
Dianalee Velie PUNCTURED 16
DJ Tyrer So Long 17
Ellen Pickus After She Died 18
Felice Aull On the Staircase 19
G David Schwartz I Have Lost My Memory 20
Gonzalinho da Costa WINTER DAWN 21
Gregg Dotoli Spring Ivy Party 22
Helen Engelhardt SECOND SIGHT 23
Helmi Ben Meriem As I sat 24
Inas Essa Yesterday’s Delight 25
J. Tarwood A CAFÉ IN BITOLA 26
Jean L. Kreiling In Memory of a History Professor Who Died Young 28
Katharyn Howd Machan AUGUST DREAM 29-30
Ken Allan Dronsfield Hollow Memories 31
Knute Skinner Particulars 32
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Lynn White Paris in the Spring 35-36
Maria Morrison Slipping 37
Marianne Lyon The First Kiss 38
Marianne Szlyk The Visitors 39
Marie Hanna Curran In Your Blue Hilux Truck 40
Marieta Maglas Nature 41-42
Mark A. Fisher Gate 43
Mark Frederick Baker ATLANTA LOVE 44-45
Marsha Mathews Apple Core 46-47
Mary Guckian Silver Charm 48
Matthew Duggan Memory of Spring 49
Ndaba Sibanda Convulsive Tendencies
Pauline McCaul Hide and Seek 52
Quraishiyah Durbarry ONCE MORE 53
R. W. Haynes A Not-So-Grave Gravity 54
Risto Lazarov AN OFFENCE 55
Ritamarie Recine The chronicles of life 56
Sarah Brown Weitzman THE SEA AS MEMORY 58
Seth Luke “We Drive Home From The Funeral” 59
Stanley H. Barkan I REMEMBER ELEANOR 60-61
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Paul Sohar SOMEWHERE IN EUROPE 1946 105-108
Tatjana Debeljacki MISTS OF JAPAN 109-110
Will Mayo Walking On Thin Ice 111-112


Crosses in the Park by Donal Mahoney

Crosses in the park
by Donal Mahoney
Phil went to Memorial Park yesterday
on his crutches and saw new crosses 
in the ground commemorating veterans.  
Must be a hundred more than last year. 
His brother’s cross is there, in the 
middle of the third row, a fitting honor, 
Phil says, after Bob died in Vietnam. 
His cousin, Velma, has crosses there 
for four uncles and her father, too.  
Her father and four uncles fought 
in World War II in Europe and then 
went AWOL to meet again in Paris.  
The Army looked the other way, 
perhaps because the brothers hadn’t 
seen each other in four years. 
As Phil walked among the crosses he 
remembered that in his home town one 
person in four voted in the last election.
Had Hitler won World War II, voting  
might not now be an option. 
Phil thinks Americans thumb their noses 
at veterans of every war by not voting
It bothers him when people don’t take pride 
in freedoms veterans died to save.
He’ll tell his neighbors to vote until 
his cross stands with the others, too.
Thank you for a very good and apropos poem Donal :)  Memorial Day is a sad holiday I think 😦

To Prince by Franco Esposito

To Prince

by Franco Esposito

There is purple in your hair
and purple in your eyes
there is purple I can see
and purple in disguise
there is purple on a cloudy day
when all other colors hide
there is purple in my heart
when all of purple cries
there is purple just for a prince
that no one else can wear
there is purple that leads us into song
that everyone can share


For my sister Maura who brought Prince into our household. 
From prompt 27, from Valeri’s list in April. It;s not too late to get in your  PURPLE homage to Prince.