Joseph Anton Bruckner of Linz
with powerfilled symphonies did convince
Without doubt an Austrian maestro
in majestic sounds to&fro
Categories:
linz, music, people, poetry,
Form: Clerihew
It’s affected more
Than I bargained for;
My brother’s death
He’s still here, of course,
On Facebook; a ghost
Among the living host
Of ‘Friends’
And sometimes I’ll post a post
Political or satirical
And without thinking, think,
“Linz will ‘Like’ that” ..
But, No …. He doesn’t
And never will.
Half a world away and Covid-constrained
I missed the pouring of his dust
Into the sea, so much the lust of his life,
Now the lust of his death.
But when I close my eyes, I see
The flames charcoaling me
As the bones of his cheeks
Morph into mine.
Aye, there’s the true rub.
For the dead leave death behind
For the living then to find
And place in special corners of the mind
To visit and revisit
In grief entwined
Mourning for the passing yet to come.
Categories:
linz, death,
Form: Free verse
I wrote this about my friends on the social web sight
zombie-station.ning.com
In Van Gerren's mind
Tied up tight with twisted twine
Is a dusty old book
If we could just take a look
Then there is our Queenie
What goes on beneath her beanie
I would sure like to know
If she would give us a show
Hidden in Linz thoughts
Is a beat-up wooden box
With secrets to see
Will she give up the key
Deep in Wally brain
Where some tupperware contains
Odds and ends we once knew
Will he let us all view
In the Psyche of our Zora
Is an urn with such an aura
Will she brush off the dust
Then show it to us
Inside Phluffys head
Is a paper bag, that's said
To contain a whole world
May we see it unfurled
Now in my conscious thinking
There's a glad bag that is stinking
Full of thoughts, thrown away
As you see here today
by JTCurtis
Categories:
linz, friend, nonsense,
Form: I do not know?