January Elegy Poems

By Cherbo Geeplay

I can touch the rhythm of your beats,
and sense the chirpy throb; the music
streams it currents to my pulse, the
hair on my skin...

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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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Smiles and Laughter

I’d rather be noted for eliciting a smile
Bringing a ray of sunshine into your life
Than to have awards, trophies, and note
In a world...

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Larger than life
Wielding power
Like a club
Standing for justice
He towered strong
And righteous
Protecting the meek
And oppressed
A gentle soul
Knowing when
Like a lion
To growl
There at the pearly gates
Humble but...

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Kobe
The man
The father
The philanthropist
The hero
The legend
The accident
The shock

Mankind suffers
The loss of its role models
Like the sun above
The world desperately needs
To shed light every day
On goodwill...

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she came from the town of keokuk
  for what she did, she charged a buck 
    or sometimes two;
everyone said she...

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May Fifth, 2019, A Personal Tribute

Known as Bubba and,
she hapt tubby renown
to savor livingsocial
to five grandchildren, (now grown),
my late mother fourteen
journeys around nearest star died,

nonetheless...

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I
knew a Tiger
who swam with dolphins
along the razor’s edge

and
meditated with a yellow bird
under his honey’s tree
in a west coast garden.

A
rare breed
from an indigenous
creed.

His
poetic wisdom
written with
zen.

He
sung...

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They are all gone, long gone,
Crossed beyond the great
 Rubicon
Yet echoes of their names comes
 and goes like a beacon.

Imagination playing on my senses
I am...

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Thank ye immensely devoted sister Shari
   for availing Shana Aubrey
an expansive plethora of blessedly
   extravagant opportunities
wherein here anatomical fist-sized noggin i.e....

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MaryAnn Sage

Approximately one and a half score minus seven years ago
this then naïve and innocent early twenty something, 
   now a middle aged,...

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Giving someone a piece of your heart
Takes trust,  he's special enough to have it
You took a piece of his and held it so carefully...

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I suck at dying poems
Chemo poems, Metastatic Cancer poems,
Hair falling out in the shower poems
 
And I told a half truth
When I told you I...

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Hostages, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Otages* by T. Wignesan

This blood will never dry up on our land
and those felled will lie there exposed.
We’ll keep grinding...

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Early darkness; as oil we drip
Through the heart`s engine
In black; lemon-faced we
             ...

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