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Sunny days despite
Bare thighs spite by
Sticking to the pleather
Pink lemonade sipped
Through stripey straws
All beef dogs topped
With Grandma's slaw
Makes his way home
Examines his merits
Broken and alone
Emptiness cries out
Staring in the mirror
His bones shake and chill
In one swallow he devours
The entire bottle of pills
Watching as Dawn
Wakes at sunrise.
"Morning little spawn."
We say, gazing in her eyes.
So happy to greet us
She smiles and coos.
Her little legs thrust
In a melodic groove.
Not seeking the best seat at the table
A little chair at the corner will do
Preferably not next to Aunt Mabel
The head of course is reserved for you
Soon you'll clear your throat and toast
The engagement of Coraline von Goethe
To our generous and gracious host
It will be the fourth marriage for both
Kit Carson City's Emerald Lake
Droplets twinkling in the wake
A two month long summer escape
Life-long memories taking shape
Fishing poles are ready in hands
Baited hooks take off air-bound
Got a bite!, cries, our youngest one
Reel it in quickly, I call out, son!
Watching time freeze
Off the clock
Slipping through trees
Going nowhere fast
Stuck in my tracks
Straw hat, khaki slacks
No future, only a past
This Mississippi Mud Pie thang
Is the latest ladies bake sale rage
Not apple, cherry or lemon Meringue
The new kid has taken the stage
Times are changin' I tell ya
Nothing looks the same
So much different for a fella
Not sure what or who to blame
Hiking back up to play the game
The song remains the same
Sisyphus and his rock at the top
Roll it down again never to stop
Without an ounce of utility
Living a life of desperate futility
Day in and day out, up and down
Endless circle, round and round
Chasin' tornadoes on a motorcycle,
With my lover from Cleveland, Michael.
That was what we did last week.
This winter we are skiing Peak n' Peak.
Never a dull moment with this guy.
Always up for an adventure on the fly.
Says he climbed Mount Everest at twenty.
At fifty he plans to scale Mount McKinley.
Watching as Beauty charms the Beast
Another Disney film to feast
Haven't had a proper date in weeks
I'm the girlfriend of an introverted geek
By midnight my impatience grows
He's playing games and eating Cheetos
I'm chewing gum and painting my toes
How much longer can I remain composed?
I closed my eyes
I could not hear
Your stepping away
As you disappeared.
Memories of you now
Are tiny pale sketches
In my aging fragile mind
Forever etched 'til death.
The honey in the tree
Drips into our tea.
Tiny cakes decorate
A bone china plate.
A picnic for two
Just me and you.
A moment to savor
Forever and ever.
I am not open-minded;
My brain is not elastic;
It's more like hardened plastic.
I know you must agree;
It is not difficult to see;
Denying it would be silly.
My beliefs are firmly planted;
Opinions sort of cemented;
Rarely changing over the seasons.
A paradigm shift is unlikely;
The skeptic in me prevents it;
You'll have to do some persuading.
Emotional appeals won't do;
Reason and evidence are what's needed;
Do you have what it takes to convince me?
Debate is what I love to do;
It's the platform to change convictions;
It's the time when my mind adjusts.
I'm not humble enough, I know;
But I am not too proud and stubborn;
I can see the flaws in my thinking.
Just yesterday, I dismissed the semicolon;
I said it was archaic and pretentious;
Good writers, I claimed, never use it.
But I was convinced otherwise;
I saw the errors in my perception;
Decided it was something worth embracing.
Semicolons can be effective on the page;
They alter the speed of the read;
They change the reader's pace.
So they are not overkill as I suggested;
They have their time and place;
Perhaps this poem has you convinced?
Don't lose momentum.
You are on the right path.
I call out
You spy me.
Somewhere to be.
Got an appointment
You don't hear me.
You're long gone.
Goodbye my loves. You once meant so much to me. I thank each and every single one of you for being there when I needed to listen, connect, learn, engage. I have moved on. You have all been replaced. Technology... innovation... killed off all of you, slowly, one by one.
Let's have a memorial service.
First, a poem...
Nothing Gold Can Stay ~ Robert Frost
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
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In the event of my death,
Please kindly hold your breath.
Loved ones do not wish you to quote,
Vacuous death cliches,
Uttered by rote.
You claim to speak from the heart,
Offering condolences and support.
But my prayers are with you, rest in peace,
And she's in a better place, are insulting,
To rationalists in mourning.
If you must say anything,
Just a few simple words will do.
Tell my family and friends that,
You are sorry for their loss,
And for your own loss too.
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Just the Poems
An Atheist in God's Sandbox
Hilariously Depressing Moz Lyrics
I'll Wear Black for Both of Us
I'll start grieving
For both of us, today
Pick the plot
And dig the grave
Write our eulogy
Select songs to play
Don't need flowers
Never liked them anyway
And I'll wear black
For both of us, if that's OK
Maybe your pouty, punishing ways
Aren't the healthiest for me.
Perhaps I shouldn't sit here
Cell in hand, waiting for your call...
Craving that carefully doled out
Morsel of approval.
Maybe you shouldn't have to listen
To my voice, loud and animated.
Perhaps, a separation is in order
Though it pains me to consider...
Because I'm still inspired
By what you do and who you are.
Shouldn't have been
Looking while driving.
Reality check in hand,
Toss cell onto seat.
Out of sight now. Wow!
Here is the poem that you told me to write. I just wrote it a few minutes ago while driving home. Sorry it took so long.
Don't take pity
That these flames,
I walked into
This fiery pit knowing,
There would be
Heat, and pain.
I'm to blame.
I was in the middle of writing,
A dark and dreary poem,
When you called...
Knocking me out...
Of my stupor.
But only temporarily.
Now I'm back at it.
Keyboard in front of me.
Okay, that's a lie.
Not really focused at all.
Clarity is long gone.
Where was I?
Ah yes, Hopeless...
No, scratch that.
Lets' see, then...
Days in darkness.
Air so heavy.
Mind is mush.
All's by rote.
Future looking bleak.
A past unable to tweak.
Clinging to now...
But losing my grip.
Into the abyss.
That was pathetic.
I know. But it's okay...
Tomorrow's another day.
Around the edges
Of my feet
And in between
Go, I say!
I push them forward
To the left
And to the right.
Clear in sight.
I still think of you in the shower
Though I've changed my brand of shampoo.
Memories of you reflecting in the suds
Have taken on a different hue.
You look kind and gentle and
Well you never looked anything other.
But, you also seem happy, at peace
Possibly because you are free of me.
Maybe I am better off too, I decide
As the weight of you exits the drain.
Elegia (Longest Goodbye)
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