Benjamin Wissler

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Man of prominence
Heartbroken when Anna died
Granite Marker stands
A carved stone tribute
Nothing too good for Anna
Granite marker stands
Benjamin now rests
Next to his dear sweet Anna
Twin stone markers stand
Lasting legacy
Not to be forgotten
Granite marker stands
Remembered by some
Who now have joined him at rest
Granite Marker Stands

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Photos from the Hammer Creek Cemetery: Dwight L. Roth
Benjamin died two years before the Spanish Flu Epidemic of 1918.

Laura at d’Verse asked us to choose a name on a tombstone that we did not know and write a poem about this person. I decided to write a series of senyru poems. I took this photos a few years ago when we were in Pennsylvania.

Join us at: https://dversepoets.com

 

Little Boys…Big Dreams

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A memorial to the Wright Brothers;
Young men with dreams of flying.
The beginning of something
greater than themselves
Remembered
with a giant monument of stone,
high on Jockey’s Ridge
in North Carolina.
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Little boy visits and wonders
what it would take to
be remembered
with a monument of Stone.
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It takes dreams
and the courage to live them out;
It takes someone to inspire
to encourage
and
to believe the impossible.

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Dedicated to my son, who always believed he could fly!

Poetry on d’Verse (a Quadrille)

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Like a coffee lover’s dream

Poems of all blends

Streaming in

Words of strong bold flavor

Pain and pleasure detailed

Full of energy // inspiration

Medium blends of flowers,

Birds, sunsets, and shadows,

Mellow blends of moon and stars

Dreams reincarnated

Savored stimulation

Remembered

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Photo: from the d’Verse~Poetry Pub site

Today’s challenge from Victoria is to write a Quadrille (of 44 words) using the word poem in it. Come visit us at d’Verse~Poetry Pub and join the challenge. It is a very inspiring group of writers who share and read together.
https://dversepoets.com/

 

Sticks and Stones

 

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 One thing that I find disturbing is when parents talk ” junk” about their children. Apparently they don’t realize what they are stamping into those little beautiful heads that they brought into this world.  Labeling them as “the mean one” or “the dumb one” or “the bad one” is so destructive and will be with them all their life!  The Sticks and Stones poem is a farce. Words make a difference.

Sticks and Stones will break your bones

But names will never hurt you

Hogwash

Sticks and Stones will break my bones

And words will hurt me even more

Bones heal

Remembered from time to time

Words leave scars on the soul

Indelible marks

Never erased

Perhaps forgiven

But, always there

Just like it was yesterday