Poems of Lamentations - Poems 2 the Point

Posted by François DulaPay on July 16, 2016.

There is a time for joy and a time to cry. At Poems 2 the Point we cover as many aspects of life as possible, including  lamentations and mourning, in our poetry. May you find solace by reading some of the lamentations below and share them with those in need.

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Our country, our world,
Alas, how many tears
For terrors whirled,
Taking away our joys and cheers.

This dawn, no sun, nor even a breeze
Our flag half-mast this morn
For the victims' end of years
Our soul’s down, cries and mourns.

Yet, hand in hand with our sorrow
We go forth with hope and trust
For the days of tomorrow
Our spirits free of terrors crushed.

Beloved Mom

Long before we all were born,
And during the war from which we did arise,
Regardless the enormous pain and terrible torn,
Photographs did reveal your sparkling eyes.

Nurturing all of us in our home,
Going the distance with countless miles,
Comforting under your umbrella, your caring dome,
And always with that humor and those sparkling eyes.

You were a delight to our hearts,
Even in bad times you offered your smiles
And filled our souls in the needed parts
With Godly words and your sparkling eyes.

Now, that your hands and wings are folded,
Oh mom, how many tears, how many cries?
Yet, so thankful are we, whom you have molded
With your love, your faith, and those sparkling eyes.

We praise the Lord for your hope and trust,
Your understanding, in which you were so wise,
By being committed to teach us The Light - a must
In a loving way and with your sparkling eyes.

Alas, it hurts to see no more your grace,
Your elegance as the eagle flies,
Still, we know you are today in a better place,
And looking down with those sparkling eyes.

As a beautiful water lily you have floated away,
But in our thoughts there will be forever these ties
Of your humor, your love, your faith, and
This dreadful day, when …

God Almighty closed your sparkling eyes.

Beyond the Horizon

At her wonderful sunset of life
The horizon became dark and was no more.
As a tree she has fallen and
Her life stopped like
A sniffed out candle and
A drawn curtain.
Her melodies go forth,
Her voice continues to be heard and
Her faith will always be an example to all of us.

My Heart Is Like ...

A log cabin in winter without a roof,
My soul is like
A row boat in rough waters without an oar and
My spirit is like
A mountain climber at the summit without a view.
Where are you, my love?
Return to me, my precious!

What Do I Gain …?

When many countries are paying me homage?
When I have conquered the whole world?
When my riches do not have a limit?
All these,
Without your presence,
Without your warmth, and
Without your love
Would leave me as
A homeless fox after an earthquake,
A grounded eagle with a broken wing, or
A harpooned whale consuming his last strength.
Alas, my precious,
Return to me,
Restore our love, and
Rekindle our intimacy.

Where Shall I Go …?

Foul air is all around me,
Falling rocks are my daily concern and
Stagnant water is my evening refreshment.
The wilderness is where my spirit resides,
Dry land is where my soul wanders and
On a lost hillside my heart tries to reason.
What do I say?
Where shall I go?
Knowing full well
That my destination is
A dead-end trail ...

Master Burying His Dog

When the master had buried his dog,
He looked down with tearful eyes at
His buddy's grave and said softly:

"The Egyptians received
Their pride and joy from their pharaohs.
The Greeks received
Their pride and joy from their philosophers, but
You - You gave me more than pride and joy.
You engulfed me day after day with
Your TRUE character,
Your TRUE affection and
Your TRUE love."

("Alas, where can I find such a human?" he thought.)

© François DulaPay

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