Where Are They Now? A Poem About Those Who Came Before
Commemorating Those Who Came Before
This poem is my attempt to in some way those incredible individuals who in some way shaped our world and made it what it is today.
Without these pioneers, healers, brilliant minds, artists, and even rebels, life as we know it would have been much different. Better or worse, we owe so much to those who came before us.
Where Are They Now?
Where are they now -
the pioneers,
the ones who came before,
the ones who forged a new frontier,
and braved the vast unknown?
Where are they now -
the wise ones,
the ones with brilliant minds,
the ones who changed our thinking
and thought outside the box?
Where are they now -
the caring ones,
the ones who gave their all,
the ones whose lives were selfless
to help impoverished souls?
Where are they now -
the healers,
the ones who cured the sick,
the ones who cared nothing for praise,
just to rid the world's disease?
Where are they now -
the rebels,
the ones who pushed for change,
the ones who fought for freedom,
to defeat established wrongs?
Where are they now -
the scientists,
the ones who made their mark,
the ones who shaped the world we have,
not knowing what would come?
Where are they now -
the lovers,
the ones who shared their hearts,
the ones who loved their fellow man
and cared nothing for wealth?
Where are they now -
the artists,
the ones who pleased our eyes,
the musicians, painters, dancers
who made us feel alive?
Where are they now -
the writers,
The ones who told their tales,
the ones who helped us all escape
Into another world?
Questions & Answers
© 2018 John Hansen
Comments
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So glad you liked this poem, Nell. Thanks for reading and commenting.
What a fantastic poem John! and so true. those people were so strong and moulded our lives and futures. Great words and emotions.
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Oh Missy, thank you for that wonderful comment. It is good to know that my poetry touches people in some way. You are always so encouraging and I really appreciate you.
I always love your poetry, John. I feel like I'm floating through clouds when I read it. Your flow is so perfect, and I'm joyful as I bounce off each word. The one who told his tale; the one who helps us escape is - John Hansen! Thanks!
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Wow! flourish, that was an unexpected compliment. I was pleased with this piece and I felt the need to get away from rhyme for a change. So, glad you enjoyed it. Thank you.
This is probably your best piece of writing. I simply loved it. It reminded me of the quote about standing on the shoulders of giants, as that is what we do in many fields.
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Great comment, Val my friend. You make valid points as always..no one is fully appreciated until they are gone, so yes there are many unsung heroes around today awaiting their fame or infamy. Thamks for adding value to this poem.
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Frank, thank you for your kind support and encouragement. It's always appreciated.
John---A fascinating piece of poetry, my friend! Well, the tragic thing about anybody or anything of some value it that they get a full appreciation only once when gone.
There are some unsung heroes these days who may not be reshaping our way of life with rifles and tireless pursue of their ideals, but in culture, science, art, many of them having to push against resistance of the old schools of thought which refuse to die.
Life is not changing so fast lately without somebody's spirit propelling that drive.
So, chances are, some day in the future, while reading your beautiful poems, someone may ask ---"Where is that poet now?"
Thank you for sharing it with us, my friend.
Mister Poet, carefully crafting your vocation.. your poems are one of a kind John, and I say that because it's true... Bravo my friend.. bravo
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Sean, your generous comment and kind words are greatly appreciated.
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Thanks MsDora. Yes, I remember that song by Peter, Paul and Mary..wonderful. I should have included it here.
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Bill, the pioneers were a brave bunch.thanks for reading this, I always appreciate your time.
Amazing my friend John! Brilliant! What I think is that your poem is a tribute to humanity!
I admire your talent, and I will say:
They are still here, now
and they will be still here
as long as Love make the world
a place of hope and dreams
like yours beautiful words
or Manatita's
Respect!
Sean
Your poem reminds me the old song, "Where Have All the Flowers Gone?" by Peter, Paul and Mary. The flowers recycled. The pioneers, artists, writers and others ought to live on in our hearts, like they do in yours. Good tribute!
The pioneer spirit has always fascinated me. I love this tribute to those individuals who in some cases had more guts than good sense. :)
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Hey Nikki, thank you for that wonderful comment. Yes, the world has been influenced by both heroes and villains and in some way we need to acknowledge them all.
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Hi Hari, I agree with your observation. The media probably does create and destroy heroes now...so will any of this generation make it to legend staus..let's see.
This is a glorious dedication to all the heroes and villains who came before us to change the world and to shape it the way we’ve found it.
We appreciate their efforts to make this earth a better place for us to live on.
And we also owe some to our rebels and evil persons who showed us a better way to choose from their bad one.
Thanks for reminding us all of them John.
Great poem John.
The making of legends is somethings this generation will find it impossible to occur.
The reason probably could be that legends had a kind of seclusion, innocence, inquisitiveness, visionary inventiveness. Today media coverage is too much dependent on sensationalism and internet never forgets minor faults of character, which too are part of.making of legends of yesteryears.
- Hari
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