Brother Death Poems

Morse code in my ear…that click-clicking-ticking deep down in my canal, even after I cleaned out my ears; it started after my Mother passed. ...

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Somewhere

Somewhere tonight a child is crying;
Crying in soft, muffled tones.
Crying for the hurt in his belly;
A Babe without a home.

Somewhere tonight I am thinking,
In some...

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“Sweet and Sour”


That’s what Love is…
Whether you are 
A brother,
A sister,
A mother,
A father,
A lover,
Or a friend.

We cannot sustain
The relationship
Without both
The bitter and the sweet.

We languish
In...

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True stories are often the saddest, so go to another poem if you 
are afraid of this one.
Seventy-five years ago a Mommy died leaving a...

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I wish that nightmares only happened in dreams
Or lives that were so tightly joined together, didn't burst at the seams
I wish that I could find...

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My shadow asks me to relate last night's dream
I say - No! I don't want to recall it
My shadow elongates longer and darker than
That of...

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Wally was a warrior
took no crap from no one 
gave no crapt to none
Wally was my warrior,worrier number one

wise from the south side
smart from the...

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Chair of Fire

My father's naughehyde 
recliner was the dusky,
sudden pink of pale pigs.
Hair-oil halo
Scrimshaw headrest

He died in bed

My brother, Richard,
did not weep...
he hosed out the...

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You were exceptional, son of Simon,
A Judean among Galileans.
You were beloved, son of Simon,
Dependable. Unfailing. 
You were trustworthy, son of Simon,
How ironic for me to...

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I stare out the window and see that there is no longer rain
But the dark black clouds have not gone anywhere, they remain
I wonder why...

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His obituary was in the newspaper today.  I had not thought of him in ages, yet he was always in a nest in my...

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REMEMBER US THIS WAY

I look back on the memories we’ve had sometimes ago
When life was free for every one of us, both young and old
When...

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TO BE OR NOT TO BE				
 
Hamlet spoke these words at a low ebb of life
How would he do it, perhaps with a knife?
To be...

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My father's older brother
Passed away at 95.
That's 40 more years than
His younger sibling was alive.

My father never lived to meet
His grandkids or to know
The joy...

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Music was Grandma Bea’s life.  She lived for it.
Lifting her spirits more than a bit.
Funeral was today, family here
Remembering and smiling at her antics...

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justice for junior! justice for junior! justice for junior! your death has affected me deeply and I never even knew ya. 15yrs old you had...

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...He turned back to see all four of his gang
staring at him, in anger and shock.
“That boy was worth thousands,”seethed out mad Bret,
his hand shifting...

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In the desert waste Chester Miller looked out,
saw the rest of the gang riding back slow,
fresh from the bank job in Copperstone Creek,
a place that...

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I think time is a deciever of all
As I listen to the tick tock 
How the face of time seemed to mock me
And say
"You have...

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