Because of Pneumonia, he couldn't survive.
Val Kilmer has died at the age of sixty-five.
He starred as Batman in "Batman Forever" thirty years ago.
In 2013, he starred in "Ghost Ghirls" and "Palo Alto".
In 2011, he starred in "Blood Out" and "Five Days Of War".
He was a very talented actor who we won't see anymore.
In 2006, Val starred in "Moscow Zero", "Summer Love" and "Deja Vu".
He made an uncredited appearance two years later in "The Love Guru".
Millions of people loved Val Kilmer's performance in "Top Gun".
I'm being precise when I say he'll be remembered by everyone.
[Dedicated to Val Kilmer (1959-2025) who died on April 1, 2025]
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4th May 2023
When I think of a poem, "as lovely as a tree,"
I ponder what sacrifice was made for me.
More than lovely smooth white paper
on which to write poetry.
The bite to its bark must have caused pain,
slicing through wood-skin turned
so thin that I could write on it and be real.
And all I can do is apply some ink
to help it heal.
(a parody of "Trees" by Joyce Kilmer)
I doubt that we shall ever see
A more handsome pair than you and me
Me, whose hungry mouth is pressed
Against your ample, perky breast
You look at me with sparkling eyes
And utter those sweet whispering sighs;
The tiara I gave you, you proudly wear
Above the bangs upon your hair;
In your bosom my head has lain
I’ve chased you through the pouring rain.
My mother and father alone made me
But, God alone made you, I see.
I’m your huckleberry
Always makes me smile
Since Val Kilmer used it in the move Tombstone
My husband and I used it over and over
The month after we saw the movie
Delighted us beyond any sane reason
To this day when I hear it
I have the same reaction
And I smile
I think that I shall never see
a beast as loathsome as a flea.
A flea whose hungry mouth consumes
all the blood that it exhumes.
A flea that gets into my hair
and makes me scratch 'til I am bare.
A flea that makes me itch all day
and irritates in every way.
Upon whose head curses we rain;
whose biting we have scratched in vain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
but God should not have made the flea.
Winter
..with apologies to Joyce Kilmer
I think that there shall never be
Another winter such as thee.
A winter in which snow didst fall
In depths to six and eight feet tall;
A winter Hugging frozen ground
Muffling all prayerful sound;
A winter icing Kilmer’s trees
Where now the robins slowly freeze;
Who would beg for melting rain
Upon the deepening snow now lain.
Winter makes the piles of snow
But only God can make them go.
John G. Lawless
2/9/2015
I think that I shall never see
As lovely a dichotomy --
Soul serene, secure in beauty,
Fearful, though, of social duty,
Thoughtful lover, unrequited
By your own predisposition,
Home alone with Truth united --
A modern metaphysician.
Passions rage; you arrange a truce
Between your sparrows and your snakes.
Soul-searching makes you a recluse,
Lost in imaginary wakes.
Dressing Vision in Fantasy’s clothes,
Your poems make Heaven from Hell.
Through loneliness and mortal woes,
Your spirit gets on very well.
You, nobody? It’s just not true!
Sweet Emily, we all know you.
I think that I have never known
a tree as lovely as a poem.
A poem that in a single breath
infuses life, defying death
with words that move in stylish grace
and give emotion resting place.
A poem reflecting life and love
and faith, perhaps, in He above
who gave the world the lovely tree
and the gift of rhyme to fools like me.
Though God made trees and I, this poem,
within its lines I find my home.
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