My Dying Mother Irene On 19th November 1997
Listen to her death certificate’
Who’d fought for life’s duplicate
“Severe Anorexia
Secondary to status asthmaticus”.
Oh! How it had rung worse than Amnesia
And had meant some asthmatic curse.
Several struggle -out “God, Receive my soul’’
As death bell was about to toll
I, to the hilt, a struck-dumb spectator
For the longest seconds, tongue-tied commentator
Soon, rapidly pondering not why
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Categories:
1997, dark, death, farewell, fate,
Form: Rhyme
My College Class Poems of 1997 God Have Bless Me
MY CLASS POEMS OF 1997 GOD HAVE BLESS ME
GOD HAS BLESSED ME TO BE THE BEST POSSIBLE PERSON I CAN
NO MATTER HOW GOOD I AM I KNOW GOD WILL STRENGTHEN ME
TO BECOME A BETTER PERSON.
GOD HAVE BLESS ME TO BUILD ON THE WORK OF YESTERDAY
WHICH WILL LEAD ME INTO THE
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Categories:
1997, 9th grade, abuse, addiction,
Form: Prose Poetry
Hale-Bopp, 1997
Hale-Bopp’s fly-by
midnight stroll St. Simons beach-
lovers gently kiss
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Categories:
1997, kiss, love, universe,
Form: Haiku
March, 1997
A veil of darkness
Fallen on the town
There's a monster here
A sweet, innocent life cut down.
One so free who knew no fear
Why be afraid
With love so constantly near?
For love is what he was
Helping others, always giving.
Now, selfish, twisted, murderous ways
Means our "Little Mark" is no longer living
Among us with his smile so sweet
But will spend eternity's
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Categories:
1997, death, sad, love,
Form: Epitaph
1997
A single rose was silenced
Floriated chorales resound in Kensington
For Mr. Brian Strand's:
Spaces
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Categories:
1997, hope
Form: Imagism
Words (1997)
Why does the breeze stir up lifeless grains of sand
The sweltering heat infused into its breath...?
It rouses the sleeping souls of circumstances dead
And fans their burnt out ashes on a burning land.
Events repeat themselves though the wheel moves on
And time brings about its changes unchallenged
This river was once a rocky, dead, dry bed;
And this sandy
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Categories:
1997, introspection
Form: Verse
No More Tears Since 1997
No more tears for that which has departed
No endings for that which has not started
The knife is in the skin, yet no bleeding
Why shed tears? When tears we are not needing
Drinking her bath water tasting so pure
Using your vice, as her bait and her lure
Drugs not taken, is the rapture of death
In evry tear, evry
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Categories:
1997, death, sad, sorry, sympathy,
Form: I do not know?