Barbiturates Poems | Examples


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Premium Member Tribute To Tommy Bolin

Something haunting about his voice. 
Sorrowful, lingering around the edges.
I do not fully see him, 
he is a grayscale blur, something elusive

The lyrics are lonely and sad.
His mother prayed him into existence,
he sings this as if he thinks it was an unhappy circumstance
Love for his father comes through

He claims loneliness, yet is it not self-imposed?
He wrote one hundred songs in his twenty-five years.
Was encouraged and coached by the Beach Boys
A little Iowa child, like me, born six months before I was 

The last photo of Tommy taken back stage
made it into Rolling Stone Magazine.
He was big time, but may not have known it.

John Marlowe, of the Miami News said,
“Take care of yourself.”
He said, “Don’t worry. I will be here a long time”.
He died a few hours later
Heroine, cocaine, alcohol and barbiturates.
Something haunting about his voice.

Premium Member Sid Caesar


He was born in Yonkers, just north of New York City.
This man grew up to be funny and witty.
While working in a luncheonette owned by his family,
with the art of patois, Sid displayed proficiency.

As a funny comedian, he made his presence felt.
Sid got his start in upstate New York in the Borscht Belt.
As a saxophonist, his first job was at the Vacationland.
He became an influential member of the hotel’s band.

With the late Imogene Coca, he was a television pioneer.
On Broadway and in movies, Sid would also appear.
However, alcohol and barbiturates nearly destroyed his career.
A recovery brought him back into entertainment’s sphere.

Over the years, many awards and recognitions came his way.
At the age of ninety-one, Sid Caesar passed away.

RIP Sid Caesar
(1922-2014)

I thank both wikipedia.org online encyclopedia and variety.com for information
I obtained to write this poem.

An Addict In the Attic

Give me Pills to cure my Ills,
As ev'ry ache I contemplate
Drug me 'til my pleasure spills
When I'm over-dosed on Fate
Barbiturates, my Conscious lit-
Valium in my Mind to split
Round and round 'til Peace is found
Inside an Opiate


Pain

I still feel the pain                                                      
No opiates                                                                                  
Let it rest till my heart breaks                                              
No barbiturates

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