Death Charlie Poems

On his Mum’s lap Charlie sits so quietly 
Cuddling close with a lick for her occasionally 
At other times he is together with Lucy
Exploring their...

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Lungs puffed in cigar, drunk lousy liver
With beer he cheered, dancing in the river   
A chiller he was, in all states of matter
Here...

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Charlie was dead

Charlie was dead: to begin with,
There is no doubt whatever about that.
I leave my residue to Carol for Christmas
and Little Dorrit his faithful...

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Blank is this sheet of paper before me
my life in a tailspin, please someone catch it like a firefly
and hold it in place, keep it...

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Shooting the Satan's children is an easy, injudicious death, brother!               ...

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JE SUIS CHARLIE — Afterthought

The shock of this most frightening tragedy is practically beyond 
the pale of any reasonable or adequate attempt or effort to...

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Fall snow fall,
Over the moaning Paris’ ground,
Let your descending snowflakes a 
Healing blanket for the city
To weave
And
Charlie’s slaughtered cartoonists 
To enshroud! 
 

© Demetrios Trifiatis
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Depressed again, can’t see the sun.
Sitting here alone in my room,
Staring out of my window sill,
Watching as my life passes me by.
I’m hungry, but can’t...

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You showed us our children
in action.
Who exactly did you kill?
Kind of like Hitler
on the hill at the dacha
while his butchers gassed the innocent.
But, who did...

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Inner pains of Nebbish fool
all his life
he just wasn't cool
Taking to the joint
Relieving with the chronic
Such a sucker 36
Nothing that a little high won't fix
The...

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