Brother Bereavement Poems

Today my life at 53,
I think way back and disagree,
With many choices made by me,
They paved my future guaranteed,
I guaranteed to live as one,
I've had...

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Born December 5, 1961,
blonde cherubic, lips of rose buds,
eyes of the bluest baby innocence.
Remember the 1960's brother,
Massapequa proud, Long Island.
Our Cedar Street,
lined once with what...

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Alas, my sweet child you shan't!
Get used to an insane, world of can't!
Our brilliant brains are fully scrubbed,
As sniling and kids in a foaming bath.
Rub-y-dee,...

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Nov. 19th,2012

A POEM

By: C.M. Charron





Reading the News



Opened, or Closed? 

Blue like a corpse?

or

Pink as a rose?

Under my clothes;

It all is exposed.

My self is discarded

along with...

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You asked me for my help
But I did not understand.

You reached out for my help
But I did not take your hand.

You wrote you needed help
But...

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Jimmy Doyle Wright
Born: 7/29/1948          Died: 4/4/2016
By Tom Wright

Jim was a loving husband, father, and brother,
who will...

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Hostages kidnapped: casualties of war

After extorting pound of flesh
lifetime humiliation drummed into captives
hammering indelible nightmare
no amount of therapy can expunge.

Lifetime trauma inflicted perpetrators wage
dead bodies...

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Aftermath of war: onerous task...

to salvage flotsam and jetsam
of human wreckage
amidst a sea where triage
witnessed courtesy scattered corpses
populating the Gaza strip
more'n pound of cold flesh
forced...

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You left me and it became my loss
Higher calling
My heart mourns
My cries daily
You soared to a new world
I couldn’t respond
Beyond my ridges
I will always remember...

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I sink down in grief
   drowning in a pool of memories
    the bottom is covered in gems
 each gem a...

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*BE MY TRUE BROTHER/SISTER AND MY MVP* 

The sunshine will set at its time
And the glittering life will fade in no time
The silver clouds will...

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I won’t pretend we were close.
We both know that wasn’t the case.
Yet, news of your passing rocked me to my core.
Your wife asked what we...

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When it is too late

When I was twelve I lived at a farm milking and looking after cows, but a war had ended and the...

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So much time since you left.
I still see you.
It does good for me.

LAST NIGHT YOU SCARED ME!
But before that you dared me
to find you now.

And...

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My epitaph writ large...
courtesy third person singular.

Mise en scène pour décès
pardon his feeble attempt at French,
a unilingual English language
quibbling, and scribbling mensch
strongly advises applying
left handed...

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