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Foy Goodby

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Obituary

She walked in sunlight upon the air.
new buds became blossoms in her path.
Her kindness she scattered everywhere,
on her constant pain, she spent her wrath.

My dear friend, Suzanne, last Sunday left
to join other angels, share her glee.
Ambassador, perhaps, to the cleft
that divides skies from mountains and sea.

Sisters, we thought, in a distant life.
Our lives today were mirrors of each.
Yet her's included terrible strife
of pain, it seemed that nothing could breach.

Goodbye, my dear friend, no longer cost,
you can fly, you are forever free!
Earth doesn't yet know what it has lost:
one in a million you proved to be!

March 25, 2023
for "Word Challenge--O Words" contest
by Constance La France
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Inside

Inside

Bottled up inside
Are the words i never said, The feelings that I hide,
The lines you never read.
You can see it in my eyes, Read it on my face 
trapped inside are lies of the past I can't replace.
With memories that linger, won't seem to go away.
Why can't i be happier?
Today's a brand new day.
Yesterdays are over, even though the hurting is not.
Nothing lasts forever, I must cherish what I've got.
Don't take my love for granted, for soon it will be gone-
of the love you thought you'd won.
The hurt I'm feeling now won't disappear pear overnight,
But someway somehow, everything will turn out all right,
No more wishing for the past, it wasn't meant to be.
It didn't seem to last, so I have to set him free.

Goodby To Prometheus

I am cutting ties
that I knotted to a faraway soil.
Exiled no longer at the tiller
of a long beached fishing boat
that bobs only on the legends
of ancient waves.
Those fluent in soul-breathing,
the Celtic poets, 
those wind-chiming lyricists,
are pulling me
to the bottom of Lake Erie
where drowned sea-captains still quote
what the Irish once wrote.
And here’s me, even today
caught by the mouth
from their linguistic fishhooks
yet cutting myself away.
I am a handmade citizen of a land 
that is my own meat and gristle,
a subsoil am I
and my father and mother
the grubbing worm and the turtle dove.
Still Irish, but rootless
with no anchor in Galway Bay.
I have cut the trap lines
become a jobbing teller
of tall tales,
not a keeper of any traditions
planted by hands not of my own.
And if once in a while
I lapse into the sod and bog-speak
of my unlearned brethren
it is no literary affectation
of a better education,
for I remain this common creature
determined to be tied to a smaller rock
of my own choosing.

To See Clearly

I had bought my first pair of glasses
I stood at Egertorget
I could see the castle clearly
I could see the train station clearly
I couldn’t see clearly before

I had followed her to the train station
I had given her a ring; a ring to bond us
I had given her a key; the key to my apartment
I had given her a letter; «turn around”

I knew she had made up her mind
That this was goodbye
I didn’t like it
Indeed not
I would miss her
Really

I went lonely; home
Grateful

I passed Egertorget
I looked towards the train station
The night train I had seen; leaving
Red lantern fading
I looked at the Freia clock; been there as long as I can remember
We had looked at rings; in the goldsmith’s windows
I looked at the entrance to the metro; we had walked those steps
I looked at the people; around me
A street singer; surrounded
A grey-haired man selling roses
People moving; signs of love; kisses

I could suddenly see clearly
Other people’s happiness meant something to me

I hope she is happy
I hope she is loved

Goodby, My Best Friend

It was during the Korean War
Mother came and said
Avoiding my gaze
We don’t have enough rice left
Even for people

Even for people?
Meaning?
Not for my best friend?

That night I couldn’t sleep
With all kinds of thought
Knowing what Mother meant

Next day, old man came
With wrinkles all over his face
Put a muzzle around Kwedong
My best friend
And took her away

Feeling numb
I watched her 
Walking away 

As she turned the corner
She looked at me
With her usual smiling face
She seemed to say
I understand

Goodbye!!!

Hello and Goodby

glad to see you
i miss you too
as you go
take it slow
this  i say
have nice day
here why
now  this is know lie
your my friend til i die
HELLO AND GOODBY

Not Goodby Kiss

baby am  going away
will be back some day
you am going to miss
this is not 
my love for you is hot
NOT A GOODBY KISS

Goodby Summer Hello Fall

watch the moon
will be soon
after june
you feel the tune
it end of all
base ball
after  that foot ball
GOODBY SUMMER
HELLO  FALL

Goodby Betty,Don'T Remember Me

My hands spade the shovel - spay the rooted grave.
Earth is impassive.  Why won’t life relent?
The silver blades south for the black plastic bag
swallowed by west winds, wrapped in a blanket
that is olive green.  Under the sun’s harrowing husk
I peel away the last bit of crust yet unpeeled.
Pink scab, raw, refusing to heal.  Dusk is dawn, hushed -
the garden takes back what the plate glass revealed.
There is no breeze now as I sit down to write
in my black plastic chair once taken from me
by a black plastic bag.  No peaceful leaves blow 
as I swallow remains of what remains of night
while the lumbering bough climbs down from a tree
and sees through the window a fragmented shadow.

My Loves Goodby

My Blood is hot like the summer sun
sitting on this cliff edge this is where 
it began with bottle of pills and an knife 

As the water flow past below my feet 
I cried in defeat "Why is this happening to me"
and as I said goodbye a voice came calling 
to me say "My dear do not worry for life is tough 
but you can win so please drop the knife"

As I sit her now looking at the sea wondering 
what could of been if I do not hear my 
love calling for me to stay for today its 
nine years of those memories of my past that can
no longer hurt me

Hello Love Goodby Hate

your vote 
gave hope
my eyes  are wet
have to comfesse 
the world is set
after the debate
it the lord above
HELLO LOVE
GOODBY HATEl

Summer Goodby

its time  for fall
catch the ball off the wall
get hook
to the  new school books
here's why
to say
SUMMER GOODBY

Goodby Dear Friend

Today I lost a friend of mine.
Her life was long and sweet.

She never said that she was sick ;
was happy every time we'd meet.

If she knew all her friends were sad ;
she'd be so very doggone mad,

she'd never speak to us again.

Rain and Kiss Goodby

as we stood
our touch was good
we're about to part
that rain start
we ran not get wet and yet
we did this
it was a pain this is know lie
it was
RAIN AND A KISS
GOODBY

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