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I expect to find something funny in dying.
The bed unkempt like my hair
The room musty as my odor
The air moist
Unlike the dry rasp of my barely audible voice
My breathing labored as the crawling of the Sun
And in the eve the moon fullest at the last
And I will laugh with the man-in-the-moon
At the whatever-after.
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(in reference to Lamar "L-Boogie" Featherston)
Constantly, does it leave on My mind,
a mental strain
Everytime, I think of how you died,
in vain
Upon leaving your mark here, a
hard to get out stain
It's funny, for I never knew you
were in pain
Yet, outside My window, down
came the Rain
How it hurts, that I'll NEVER,
see you, Again
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They said a funny Latin word,
they said that you were dead,
yet merrily you wagged your tail
when I took you to the vet.
You were not kind to chickens,
as well the neighbors know,
or come to that, to ducks and geese,
and yet I loved you so.
Oh, to recall the bygone days
we roamed and roved together,
sometimes when snow lay all about,
sometimes o'er hills of heather.
Our walkies to the liquor store,
our excursions to the bar,
and all those times you led me home
when I couldn't use the car.
At night, I swear, an angel
looms in the purple sky,
and on a gently twinkling leash
you, Lady, lead on high.
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I have been angry at the world these days
I think I have just been flustered at my own sins,
so much I have been storming on the earth.
I have been cursing at race for existing
been complaining at critics,
been cursing homophobia
been crying over body judging people.
I am full of anger, some of it is funny
I am angry at slow network,
at authors who killed my favorite character
at trees that don't have shades,
at the air fill bags of chips in my house,
at celebrities for not giving me a shout out,
at people who never liked me back.
just been angry,
that's the only feeling I can ignite and subside,
I can use diversity to calm down,
use positive criticism to relax,
use open minded people to sleep well
or just a comedy to laugh.
but I still choose to be angry,
to be storm and thunder, '
because if I stop being angry,
I'll just be rain
and I have no control over that.
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I appreciate, more than grieve, you.
If I have a regret,
it's that I didn't convey my appreciation
when you were here.
We had our disagreements,
on different sides of a generational divide,
but there were so many more good times than bad.
You were a friendly face in a war zone,
calm, kind, funny - an easy man to like.
By example, you showed me how to laugh at trouble,
how to fix a bike,
how to make a plan, and
slowly and methodically,
execute it...and
to, literally and figuratively,
whistle while you work.
You said, "you're alright -
did anyone ever tell you that?"
When you came home from work,
You asked, "how's it going?"
"I don't know", I answered.
I didn't know how to talk to you.
"What don't you know?" you asked.
"I don't know", I answered.
"You don't know what you don't know?", you laughed.
We had that conversation every night.
Being around you was fun,
raking leaves,
mowing the lawn,
picking up vacuum tubes for the TV.
The last time I saw you,
I didn't feel free to speak.
I didn't understand
Your hand squeeze language.
A happy man,
you lived to ninety.
If I have a regret,
it's that I didn't convey my appreciation
when you were here.
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So much potential, courage and love
Alan Williams, Jr. was truly a gift sent from above
So young yet so wise; he fought to be true
Never giving up when times became blue
He dared to be himself, when everyone rejected him
His cup was never empty; it was always to the brim
That’s how he saw the world, dreams and second chances
No lost causes, just new songs and funny dances
He hadn’t seen his family in quite some time
They didn’t see the angel he was, they never let him shine
But that didn’t make him bitter or mean or lost
He deserved love and he was willing to pay the cost
He loved unconditionally, believing everyone was good
Even when it hurt him, he did all that he could
To accept his own flaws and put aside the pain
So that he could help another move past the strain
He never asked for anything back; he gave from the heart
And even though he’s gone, he’ll always be a part
Of each and every one of us, the people he held close
His brand new family, the one that he chose
His passing is a tragedy; no one knows why he’s gone
He will never be forgotten; the sun sets then again comes the dawn
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A 60 second embrace, held too long
A kiss on the forehead, felt so wrong
Add more bullets to my long list of regrets
You are one of a kind, I’ve thrown all my bets
Not too shabby for a drunk
A carnal request I wished I should not have dunked
The refusal was clear
My humiliation, felt worse than fear
Now I stir myself with sadness
Hoping this is just a mental illness
Feeling pathetic must have been the new cancer
Funny how chemotherapy can’t find a cure
My brain needs an overhaul
Looked away from the man who stole
Stealing my heart is a clichéd understatement
Losing my self is appropriately my new predicament
So I have to ponder
While Crouching in my white tee on a corner
Why do I worry of things I can’t change?
Don’t you think it’s the only thing that’s STRANGE?
Fell for a schmuck with a crowning smile
My poor choices, his firm denial
Cupid must have missed his arrow
Or was it destiny who’s missed a sparrow?
Time blurs images of the past
Past leaves traces that shadows can’t cast
After this I have to close my eyes
Waiting for the next wolf to worship my dice
A game of catch, I’ve reached for air
The wrong signs lead me to nowhere
Let me say you are so good to savor
But damn, breaking you now makes me better.
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EBOLA
why should i care?
it comes out of nowhere
i am here, they are there,
suffering, kids, women, people, like me
but they are from a primitive society
where people know their neighbors,
and it takes a village to raise a kid, whats up with that?
but EBOLA is evil, it ruins villages, people die, horriblyly
forget that. ive decided to help stop it. OK, thats it, IM in.
where can i get one of those funny suits? they dont seem to help though
i can wear my circle of prayer, that should do it. no cathloics die in droves.
hummn, i can raise awareness here and raise money! Money always does the trick!
i can join Gods without bordors, or jobs without bordors, something without bordors
why does society have bordors anyway? arent we all gods little toys, his Precious!
i dont feel precious, i feel like EBOLa is going to spread and it will be world war E!
this could be it! the second coming of,, EBOLA! the shrikea, the all consuming virus.
It eats you alive, then those who love you and clean up your guts, get it. nice world.
what sort of devine monster invented this thing? Well, science stood up to this ogre.
we have the cure, just not the time to make it. africa may be a gonner. but not us, we are safe..
its time to activate my prayer capsule
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My friend, how did he go so wrong?
Funny and jovial, was he, as happy as one can be.
Then, Paul shot his wife to death, mercilessly,
Beneath their family Christmas tree!
Leaving behind, children...three.
He never had a harsh word to say to anyone.
What was he thinking, this man of fun?
I shall never, ever know...
I wanted to scream and run.
Strange how life twists and turns at
times in unhappy and vicious ways.
I worry for women and gentle children.
Praying, they are never abused by men.
That was the saddest Christmas Eve of
my life.
A husband with a handgun, oh such pain
and unforgettable holiday strife.
~Biographical note~
This, indeed was only one of many brutal attacks, I
experienced in my life. Later, a fellow teacher blew
her husband way. Life is not always kind to so
many unfortunates.
My take away from events like this, is to recall how
beautiful life is. To value it, be grateful. Above all,
to communicate with each other openly. Be kind.
Be supportive.
If you are in an abusive relationship, get help or get
out. Your life depends on it. Don't let any poet here
smallify or degrade you, ever!..Panagiota Romios
Internet abuse is not acceptable....
July 15, 2020
7pm PST
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A "woof! woof!" shout-out
goes out to a dearly departed
four-legged pooch
running free in doggie heaven!
An energetic, playful people-pleaser
that belonged to
a friend and old neighbor of mine
What a personality had he!
He was taught so many tricks:
He barked "Woof! Woof!"
when told to "speak."
He knew how to sit and stay,
how to roll over, even how to
hi-five and shake hands.
He loved getting his belly rubbed, too!
A funny, intelligent, curious,
not to mention, affectionate...
pit bull named "Baby"
He made me laugh one time
chewing on his squeaky toy...
for what seemed like an eternity!
I'll never forget him; he loved
the treats I used to bring him.
He really liked me and used to...
lick me to death
every time I petted him!
He changed my perception
of pit bulls forever!
Rest in peace, "Baby"(2007-2018)
All Pets Go To Heaven Poetry Contest (Winner: 1st Place)
Sponsored by Constance La France
Date written: 08/10/2020
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My own world rocked,
My heart so rattled,,
My brain so shocked,
My ego so embattled
I left my wife,
When her heart was exposed
By her unfaithful ways,
The end of my married days...
Back to my parents home...
Within six weeks
My dear mother, she seeks
To leave this world of pain,
My father and I, hearts
torn apart to die
Felt the world's weight
crushing us
I knew my dad,
So long married glad
Would not survive this hurt
So I hatched a plan,
Clever as I thought I am
To keep us both alive
I created the "Military Club"
Hardly realizing that
it would be the hub,
Of more than I could hope
World War II veterans
My father and two uncles were
And I was a military buff
So we established this group
Hoping our lives to recoup
And it succeeded beyond
my wildest dreams,
Funny, is turned out to be,
Every bit as important as well, to me
Well I declared my father "The Colonel"
A title he held for the last
12 years of his life,
All the family members addressed
him by this name
My Uncles, I designated Majors,
They were Artie and Bob
I was a lowly Lieutenant,
To serve them was my job...
Once every 2 weeks we gathered
To shoot pool, play cards,
And then to eat
Our locations varied on a schedule
that was easy enough to meet
Now this became the life essence,
For these geriatric warriors of old,
And to me as well, though unexpected,
I had somehow struck a vein of gold
My car was the "Stafff Car"
I drove them to pool,
And to have some beer at the bar,
Didn't matter who's turn the
house was that week,
We always had the great fun
That we did seek,
Rosie's idea of 1993
was to make "The Colonel"
a memorial wall plaque,
Dedicated to his bravery
in the face of pool hustlers,
Taproom attendants, and
card sharks, and much, much more
I had never before seen
his eyes light up so proud,
This old man that I so adore
Well, even Generals succumb
to cancer
And sadly that was his fate
But I'm so proud to have
enriched all of our last years,
together,
My buddy, my military dad,
my father, and my
life's sailing mate.
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No one seemed to take much note at first.
Old-timers on park benches passed a comment or two,
Somebody wrote a letter to the local rag,
but no one (who mattered, that is)
really seemed to mind.
Of course, you will always have
your bellyachers and woolly romantics
with nothing better to do than whine
about the way things are going, -
the loss of bird life, the silenced dawn chorus,
the vanishing English hedgerow,
you know the sort of thing.
The leaves began falling long before autumn.
"Funny," they said, "curious," "that's one for the book."
This was all very interesting for botanists,
environmentalists, chemists and the like.
Such words as "pollution," "soil erosion"
and "deprivation" were bandied about,
but no one was much the wiser though
the experts were agreed on one point.
"Photosynthesis provides the basis of all life."
This was interesting but nothing like
as interesting as the favourite for Ascot,
the football results, the Top of the Pops,
the late night thriller or the FT index.
All that changed.
Foresters and timber merchants became concerned
about the decaying cores of many trees.
The government became concerned, too,
(not so much about the fate of the trees as such
as about the effect the scarcity of wood
was having on the paper industry and inflation).
Then the doom-watchers caught the scent
and there was talk of an imminent ecological collapse,
but the man in the street still
passed it all off as the usual load of rot.
Then Kew Gardens, Epping Forest, Central Park,
the Everglades and the Bois de Boulogne
went the way of all wood.
A tramp, locally known as Nat the Nut,
was found in the village cemetery gibbering,
Before being bundled into an ambulance,
he was heard to say:
"With these very ears I heard 'em groan,
and this is what one of 'em said:
'Tonight we are dying, yew and I,
and the morrow sees us dead.'
And the willows wept in the valleys
and the trees on the hills pined away."
When the harvest failed,
the church bells tolled
for a woe no man could gainsay,
for none doubted then the trees were lost
or held it was only they.
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Good morning Steph, today's the twentieth.
It's Syd's birthday and I've been thinking of you.
I bought her a cake yesterday, chocolate and vanilla swirled.
I thought of calling your mom,
but she always disappears this time of year.
She wants to be alone with you.
Instead I bought another cake
just for you,
like I always do.
A red velvet, I think you'd like it.
I woke up this morning all alone and went to the frig,
pulled out your cake and cut a slice.
My eyes filled with tears but you know I don't cry
so I closed my eyes and wished you a happy birthday
and let just one slip by,
just for you.
It's been a while since we shared your last birthday together.
Yours on the nineteenth and Sydney's on the twentieth,
eighteen years apart.
Sydney was just one.
Just the family,
the four of us
and you and your mom.
We joked and laughed.
Who knew in a few months you'd be gone.
We all felt so helpless after the accident,
but there was nothing we could do,
just be there for your mom.
She stayed with us for days afterward.
Then there was Granddaddy, you were like his own daughter.
One of the last things he said to me before he passed away
was, "I know my times over
but I'll surely be happy to see Stephanie again."
I hope your together.
Sydney's fourteen now.
Funny thing, when she was two,
three times she was looking over her moms shoulder, entranced.
Her mom asked, "What are you looking at?"
Her response was, "Nina."
Heather made up that name for you
when she was only three. I remember,
out of the blue, she looked at you and said "Nina."
You looked at her quizzically and said, "My name's Stephanie."
She said, "No, it's Nina."
You said, "OK," and she called you that from then on.
We found out years later that she blamed herself for your death,
and she was the most hurt by it.
She loved you so much.
She didn't understand.
She was only six.
Stephanie, such a beautiful,
gentle
young woman
You were the first to leave us
and by far the hardest.
I would have taken your place in a moment
if only to keep the tears from you mom's eyes.
Love you Nina,
miss you.
03/19/16
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THE BOOK OF HELL
DAIMON HELLSTROM
[NB. This poem is the confession made by the biological son of the devil satan,SALAZAR, in
a court session in heaven. This is a confession he made under duress to the ears of
godly humanity]
[HEAVEN 5th JUNE 1930...12:12 WHT OR WESTERN HEAVEN TIME.]
At midnight on the twelve of September
1912, when the bells of the elder
Church in town started tolling for the first
Time in twelve years, had death's taste.
As far as I can reveal, was twelve years old
Twelve years old when death, my brother, cold,
Grabbed me in his claws and ended my life.
And so I could not know how man could strive.
This was in compliance to the terms of my birth
Which had been drawn up in hell by my Dad as said,
APPOLYON.i was to come to earth sans fears,
And be nursed by a human being well dressed.
As I am clear of the earth, I can now unleash
The great secret I had hidden in my dish:
If I can really call my terrible mind likewise.
After all I was hooked to it as if by the aid of a vice.
My secrets are not those you listen to every day;
Those secrets of stupidity with no heat of May.
These secrets of mine are those to stagger a giant,
And destroy the hook of creation and the tyrant.
[HERE GOD FROWNED BUT SAID NOTHING.. BUT THERE WERE MURMURS IN THE COURT ROOM OF HEAVEN]
GOD: ENOUGH OF THE NOISE. SALAZAR GO ON.
YOU ARE REALLY A VERY FUNNY SON..
[SALAZAR STARED AT GOD WITH ANGER IN HIS EYES BUT NO WORD FELL FROM HIS MOUTH. HE CONTINUED..]
You should know that I spent only twelve days on earth,
Before my brother, honorable death,
Took me in his claws. But my deeds outdo those
Of the greatest devils who had sin in over-dose.
Here; let me speak and let you tremble like the feather;
I was born in 1912, on first December
And at midnight. After all let me continue well,
So that in my story you shall kindly dwell.
Christ had failed in his....................
[There were grumbles in the courtroom from the heavenly realm, because what SALAZAR had
said was sacrilegious...]
GOD: LET HIM SPEAK HIS MIND.GO ON SALAZAR, SON OF LUCIFER DARILIUS.
Christ had failed in his mission on earth
Because he could not conquer in its entity death.
On the cross he cried," Deus, guare me dereliquisti?"
That is what fell from his lips. What a tyranny!
[There were cries again from the Heavenly realm. God merely sighed and raised a hand for
SALAZAR to continue]
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We had the memorial service this afternoon by the Ottawa River. It was a lovely location, windy and cold but the sun came out in the end. You had to be bundled well for sure.
I feel surprisingly calm tonight. Probably because the day went really well. It was wonderful that we were able to hook up many invitees to participate by zoom, including my mother, family members in Halifax/Montreal and other friends. Hooray for technology when it works.
It was a wonderful tribute and sendoff. I opened it up by welcoming family and friends and reading the little speech below. Then Dennis' daughter Jennifer spoke ~ we were surprised that we held it together, we're tougher than we give ourselves credit for.
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Today is November 28, 2020 ~
We pay tribute to my husband EDWARD DENNIS WICKS ~ the man, the legend ~ the funny guy with a million stories and the infectious laugh. His glass was never half empty, it was always full to the brim.
Some people might have thought that Dennis didn’t have a serious side. But Dennis was very serious about the people he loved. He loved his wife, he loved his children, he was crazy about his grandson Aaron, and he loved his many family and friends fiercely.
For years before Dennis’ cancer, we would semi-joke around about THIS day ~ he would always say that he wanted a big party with music, laughter and fun, NO TEARS and NO LONG FACES ~ just everyone remembering good times. Dennis would say that he wanted to be propped up by the bar. And I’d answer that I was going to pickle him and put him in my fridge.
So today is not a day for tears and long faces ~ there will be plenty of time for those. Today is about Dennis and how he touched people everywhere he went. I’ve never seen anyone make friends so easily. I don’t know how I got so lucky to have him in my life as my adorable husband. I TRULY did hit the jackpot.
I’m NOT surprised that TODAY is the 28th~ we used to say everything happened to us on the 28th:
- our first date
- moving into our condo
- the purchase of our home
- our four-day wedding
- and now, Dennis’ final farewell
For most of us though, it’s far from final. Dennis’ memory can NEVER be erased. In my heart, Dennis has given me enough love to last a lifetime. I feel him with me at all times. For me it hasn’t sunk in that he’s really gone and I hope it never does.
As we share in the loss of Dennis ~ my family is crushed : my mother Edith, my brothers Jean (Joanne) & Michel, my sisters Lucie (Larry) & Marie, our best man at our wedding Bob, our nieces Sarah, Amanda & Stephanie, our nephew Philippe.
My condolences go out to the big warm Wicks family who has become mine. A few of the family members are actually already up in the sky, joined by Dennis. These are all Dennis' siblings: Betty, Jim, Ruth & Ernie, Barbara & Greg, Patsy & Gordon, Chris & Ben, and he had many nieces & nephews.
My deepest condolences will be ongoing with Jennifer, Jeff, Paige and Aaron. As we grow together to face life WITHOUT a husband, a father and grandfather, we will be somewhat comforted when we realize that being together as a loving family, is how we will continue to HONOR Dennis’ life and legacy.
One big consolation is that there’s a long list of many loved ones already up in heaven that were eager to welcome Dennis. So have your party up there, honey ~ down here we’re still dealing with Covid.
REST IN PEACE, DENNIS.
I LOVE YOU
AND ALWAYS ALWAYS WILL
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