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laughing monosyllables/
echoes /

Poet, the whole city sky palely flaming
& spectral bombs
hitting that patch of river
I see from a park bench.

Sexton's psychotic breakdowns
& shattered taboos
pour forth from a pewter urn.

Barraging out of the dirt,
Plath spits out another verse.

Homicidal episodes of Henry Miller
echo through pages
long forgotten.

Like a root stemming from a
trunkless tree,
they all delve deep into themselves.

(pause)

The poet's are dead, the city dying.
Anne, Sylvia, Keats with his passionate lungs,
Berryman jumping from the bridge & waving,
all the dreamers dead, poet,
of their own dreams.

Why have I stayed on as Horatio?
Anne sends poems from the grave,
Sylvia, letters.
John Keats's ghostly cough
comes through the wall of my room.

What am I doing here?
Why contend?

(pause)

I am a corpse who moves the pen that writes.
I am a vessel for a voice that echoes.
I write a novel & annihilate whole forests.
I rearrange the cosmos by an inch.

I must go, poet,
do write soon.

SAS

Here, On the other side of the page
where lost days go,
where lost poems go,
where forgotten dreams
are breaking up like morning fog.

Go.....
Go.....
Go.....

I am preparing myself for death.

I am teaching myself emptiness;
the gambler's hunger for love,
the nun's hunger for God,
the child's hunger for chocolate
in the hours of darkness.

I am teaching myself love;
the lean love of marble kissed away by rain,
the cold kisses of snow crystals on granite grave markers,
the soul kisses of snow as it melts in the spring.

Here, on the other side of the page
I lie making a snow angel with the arcs of my arms.
I lie like a fallen skier who never wants to get up.
I lie with my poles, my pens flung around me too far
in the snow to reach.

The snow seeps into the hollow of my bones
& the calcium white of the page deposits me
in like a fossil.

I am fixed in my longing for speech,
I am buried in the snowbank of my poems,
I am here, where you find me........

Dead-

SAS

Can you believe
your death gave birth
to me?

Live or die,
you said insistently.
you chose the second
& the first chose me.

I mourn you.

Is love the sugarcoated
poison that gets us in the
end?

We spoke of men
as often as poems,
We tried to legislate away
the need for love,
the back-seat sex
& earth caressing you.

Why did you do it in
your Mother's bed?
(I know, but also know
I had to ask.)

Our mother's get us
hooked, then leave us
cold, all full-grown
orphans hungering
for love.

You loved a man
who spoke "like greeting
cards."

"He pleasures me
well, but I can't talk
to him.

Poet, we share that awful need
to talk in bed. Love wasn't love
if we could only speak
in tongues.

& the intensity of unloved
increased until the motor,
the running motor could
no longer power the driver,

& you, poet, with miles
to go, would rather sleep.

Between the suicide pills
& giggly vodkas in algonquin..
Between your round granny glasses
& your eyes blue as glaciers..
Between your stark mother-hunger
& your courage you knew...
you knew there was only
one poem, we all were writing.

No Competition..
the poem belongs to
everyone & God.
I jumped out of your
suicide car & into his arms.

Your death was mine,
I ate it & spit it out.

Now, I sit by the lake
writing to you.
I love a man who makes
my fingers ache.

His beard is distinguishing gray,
his eyes blue as the deepest ocean
& the amazing plum of his tongue
sweetens my brain.

He is like nobody since
I love him-
He manhood sinks
deep within my heart

I write to you off
somewhere in the clouds..
I tap the table like a spiritualist.

Sex is a part of death;
that much I know,
your voice was earth,
your eyes glacier blue,
your slender torso
& long American legs
drape across the huge
Midwestern sky.

I want to tell you
"Wait, don't do it yet,
Love is the poison,
Ann, but love eats death."

SAS

I stand here still

against my will

because Grief I am still in today

drowning in it still,

I can not left up my arms

to comb my hair

Grief is thick in the air,

But what do I care

I can see a light a head

as I fight not to get

back in bed,

God light I see

I am not blind

as I try to unwind

from my Grief,



I stand still

against my will

because Grief I am still into today

holding me against my will

I need to drink more water today

or try to eat food

God light I see

his love will feed me,

as I get down on my knees

Help me Lord please,

no phone calls please

I not in the mood today

just go away,



I stand still

against my will

because Grief I am still into today

holding me against my will

I will open up my Bible

and read the book of Mathews

with tears rolling down my cheek

help from God I do seek

his words help take me out

of my Grief time and put me

into a better state of mind,



As I stand still

against my will

because Grief I am still into today.

by charlotte 2014

A September night you bade Adieu
L.A. was calling...we thought it cool
To a land of sunshine and endless sand
California Dreamin'...those tanned blonde gal's
"I will be back for my Yuletide libation's...
Turner's will rock with tale's and rotations"

"Ok, see ya at Christmas Mick..your the original Beachboy!"

And then the dark cloud's brewed and gathered
The word came through....like a silent sledgehammer
A stroke 'twas said took you away
To a place we hope you still will play..
That sense of humour, that wicked grin, your tall "Blonde" stories
"Mick, that's a sin!"

The Lonely Heart's Club once more will gather
In Turner's corner your space will matter
An empty chair will cause no sorrow
Your five foot one inch frame.......your laughter

The curtain's down, the show is over
A bright light shine's....guess who's the owner?
We'll miss you Mick your YOUTH and fun
After all you're only 81...................

Mick...a Legend!

I dont know where you are
I wish you where here
you left me without saying good bye
but that is okay
sometimes I miss you like crazy
but I know you are not here
I know for sure you might be
looking at me, hope proud of me
There is no way I could replace you
But life help me to move on
I know you are on a better place
I know you will always love me
as I will always love you too
here now and forever my dear one.

we are the fallen,
we are the souls,
we were men of greater goals.

we are the solistice,
we are the peace
we are the fools you took at ease.

we are the strong,
in mind and heart,
we are the souls you torn apart.

we are the lost,
we are the found,
we are the ones who stood our ground.

we are the forgotton,
we are the dead,
we are the heroes they said.

we are soldiers
we are mules.
we are the greater good of men and fools.

we are answered prayers
we heard the calling
for we, are the fallen

Twinkle twinkle in the sky
So many flowers
Floating high up in the sky
I see all the colours of the rainbows
As they gently float on by
These beautiful flowers in the sky
Make me wanna cry
Tons and tons of flowers
If only I could fly
I would Lay flowers in your arms
For you will always be my flower in the sky

I feel like my

grief is silent

there is no sound

that will come out,

now that your no

longer about,



I feel like my

grief is silent

as my feet shuttle

across the floor

I still can not believe Pat

I will not see you any more,



I feel like my

Grief is silent

as I go on about

my day,

but this does not mean

I miss you in any

different way,



I feel like my

grief is silent

the day is Dec. 4th

one month ago you

turn and walked away

why why did you not choose

to stay,



I feel like my

grief is silent

Thanksgiving over and

Christmas is about to begin,

yesterday I was out Christmas

shopping and I bought a

gift or two



I feel like my

grief is silent

inside my heart is breaking

just once more Pat

I would like to chat

with you,



I feel like my

grief is silent

the tears has stopped

coming out of my eye

but my whole body at night

I hear it scream and cry

and it says to God----

why, why?



I feel like

my grief is silent,,,,by charlotte Dec. 4th 2014

YOUR FINAL JOURNEY

Each day I watch you slowly slip away from me
you're on a journey now only one of us will take
But some day in the future that same journey I will make
many things I'll miss with you not at my side

The pain will pass in time, fond memories will remain
and some day in the future I know we'll meet again
My darling we'll walk in sunshine and our hearts will tell a rhyme
someday we'll have to say goodbye but only for a time

So Honey, stand and look for me at Heaven's Golden Gate
I pray it won't be too long love that you will have to wait

Author: Orvin Igou II

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