Long Courtney Poems
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Come now, Spring! You’re such a fickle young thing!
On the wings of newborn feathers, your wiles
up and downturn winds to sudden cold flings
tripping warming skins to tremble a while…
Next come your silken color-filled fancies!
Eyes beckoned, step out to be near such charms…
Yens still, as you march as perfumed dandy,
masking musky breath, that breezes sneezed harm…
And when April comes along, your eye gleams!
Enchantment grows, then fades to slushy mush….
Becoming crystals, shatter in your steam
Oh how she weeps, for diamonds rained to slush!
Rivers gush your youth’s enthusiasm ~
Now, may you calm, ere you deepen chasms ~
(2/7/23)
(Dedication: For Courtney Vinch, Keep faith in yourself.)
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Come find your true place as love seeks you too;
Open mind and heart to know that time heals;
Urge your radiant face to fond cheer that coos;
Rise as feelings start to attract goodwill.
Now feel what you feel in mindset you own;
Etch a new story that helps you be free;
Your know love can heal if your heart is known;
Verse scripts you can see allows joy to be.
Inch steady slow steps and create your map;
Niche your soul treasure in what your heart knows;
Cheer is your own flap to cast your kind trap;
Here you can measure what your desires show.
Believe in your fate that love now reveals;
End of pain relates your life trend you fill.
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Learn to be cheery despite the harsh pains;
Open your heart more to simple pleasures;
Vouch for less moody the sordid refrains;
Embrace your sweet core with childlike treasures.
Wish upon a star to be your delight;
Ignite your feelings with sun burst splendour;
Love catapults far in inspired clear sight;
Life is yet willing to grant you grandeur.
Do what feels just right, embrace help that comes;
Empty the old gall and start new right here;
Sweet days follow nights to balance old sums;
Indulge and install your grand tale of cheer.
Go on and grab joy with grand thoughts lovely;
Now let your dreams toy with faith that's lively.
Leon Enriquez
26 Apr 2014
Singapore
(Note: This poem is an Acrostic Sonnet.)
Jimi Hendrix-Played electric guitar with his teeth and left hand
Ripped through scales, held notes, used flames on stage on command
Janis Joplin- Rolling Stone—Her cover enthralling ”Me And Bobby Magee”
Mezzo-soprano vocals and an "electric" stage presence that’ll ever be
Mama Cass- Of "The Mamas And Papas" Singer Alto—perfect pitch
“California Dreamin” rumor she choked on a ham sandwich
Mama Cass was in the club too
but kicked her out because she was 32!
Jim Morrison- “L.A. Woman” His presence quite a sight to see
The Doors, his band, Jim’s buried in a famous Paris cemetery
Amy Winehouse- Jazz singer—her deep, expressive contralto vocals
New York bluesy new Motown sound, knew she’d die young say the articles
Kurt Cobain-Modern day Rock Icon died
lead singer & guitarist of Nirvana, by suicide
Although rumor has it was Courtney Love
Kurt’s death meant he joined the fabled 27 club
A few of “The 27 Club” Rock Stars that rocked me!
A dormant sadness erupts in me when their songs are played
Rock Stars are noted for their high-risk lifestyles
Admissions free—no cover charge!
MEMORY OF NOTHING
Listen:
Drag branches comeback
Across the forest floor:
Knowledge of the rough¡
At water’s edge
I gather some things up:
“Happy Ending Story”.
We’ve the time to give the Babel Tower
A close reading.
Awful good, Tú
As Roy A. Rappaport’s
Ritual... as Communication and as State.
Our preferences might be
Toward more emphasis
On species places:
Smooth textures of dead wood
Knowledge of our hands on arms
The body-art of ********
Drinking cocoa
And tend to the faith
With a Vampire’s short stick
That smells of infinite urine
As Madonna.
History reveals itself to us
In this way:
Poetry, Tales, Essays are pamphlets
Of impossible interest
Multiplying voices-human, voices-animal
Voices-plant
Voice-life of Earth
As Dan O’Neill’s
Holiday for Cynics.
Look, little one
Courtney Love
We live this close to disaster
There is no turning back
From the tops of the trees
Which are so dense
Almost no sky is visible
Only the odor dilates the nostril
And quickens the heart
On a marijuana tortilla.
The buddhists have been tellig us
That the Self (Ego)
As we conceive of it
Is an illusion.
A good tip
Thinking about Gurney Norman’s
Jack and His Ego.
Is it?
It is that we are of a Time-Sexual
Wherein all species has been joined
To the Wo/Man
Of *****Sapiens
And Life is a single exercise of Cannibals
In constantly elevating towers
Of Bureaucracy.
Nothing in Somethingg
Something in our Nothingness.
Sleep deprived,
Feeling all the raindrops set off by the slightest
Welcome to bad weather
This thing called my life
Never been one to contemplate suicide
But damn if it doesnt feel like i live a lie
Let me tell you a story
One supposed to come with glory
But inside me is this....hall of stories
That echoes with pain
An existence of mine caught blain
I try to play it off
Some think i stole this identity
But i myself found mine stolen on that day
It was awesome...
But now my failure in everything
seems to wash that away
Cant walk on water
Can't heal the blind
This life does not feel like mine
Im beginning to loathe it
Hate it
Because you would think all my attempts wouldnt be in vain
No matter how much strength i gain
It feels like its never enough
Because after all you cant force love
Another depressed left hander maybe..
Like Kurt cobain with courtney love
Trapped inside a hell of my own failure
Stuck in this dungeons layer
The more i hide it the more it screams inside bit by bit
Inner strength falters
Feeling weary now, cant fight it
Tears of fire burn inside my souls eyes hot and wet
If this is the end of days then maybe im meant to feel nothing but pain....
I dont deny emptiness is filling me
A king without a throne
Or one to share my name
Story of the century
Burried with the height of my adventure
That i guess ended long ago just the same
With the other me's death and descent into hell
Here those 3 days are stretched maybe
Please somene set an alarm for me to hear
Chime the bell
Im dying slowly if you cant tell
Please someone
Wake me from my prison cell
Form:
Born in Aberdeen Washington
where he hung out,
“Underneath the bridge,
the tarp has sprung a leak”
Taught himself to play guitar,
liked to smoke some weed,
“And the animals I’ve trapped
have all become my pets”
Started writing songs,
had very deep meaning,
“And I’m living off of grass
and drippings from the ceiling”
Formed the band Nirvana
with some of his buddies,
“But it’s ok to eat fish,
cause they don’t have any feelings”
“Something in the way”
boy he’s got ambition,
“Something in the way yeah”
unwavering conviction,
“Something in the way”
chronic stomach condition,
“Something in the way yeah”
impending perdition.
Records started to sell
superstardom beckoned,
“Underneath the bridge,
the tarp has sprung a leak”
Took the billboard chart by storm,
Grunge had found its champion,
“And the animals I’ve trapped
have all become my pets”
Money started to come in,
met ‘Courtney Love’ it seems,
“And I’m living off of grass,
and drippings from the ceiling”
Got married had a child,
They named her Frances Bean,
But it’s ok to eat fish,
cause they don’t have any feelings.
“Something in the way”
by your own admission.
“Something in the way yeah”
is it drug addiction,
“Something in the way”
rehab with no remission,
“Something in the way yeah”
a round of ammunition.
Nothings in the way,
they can feel you breathing,
Board spells out your name
a very eerie feeling,
Gun went off by mistake
is the wound still healing,
Sigrid’s seance was no fake,
I am so believing,
A voice of burning nails
exorcising demons,
Goodbye Kurt Cobain
tarp was only weeping.
By
David Kavanagh
Inspired by
Sigrid Ermine poem
Called by Cobain seance
Lyrics “something in the way” by,
Kurt Cobain.
You began starring as the Brigadier in Doctor Who over forty years ago.
If you're wondering if people will forget you, the answer is Hell no.
When I saw you starring in Doctor Who, it was always great.
Now your fans mourn because your death is something they hate.
You starred with Patrick Troughton, Jon Pertwee and several other Doctors too.
You were Brigadier LethBridge-Stewart and you were a great asset to Doctor Who.
You starred with William Hartnell in the Daleks' Master Plan.
Besides being a great actor, you were also a nice man.
You starred in 107 Doctor Who episodes during its 26 year run.
Sadly you died of Cancer in 2011 at the age of eighty-one.
(Dedicated to Nicholas Courtney who died February 22, 2011.)
She asked her daughter to explain fully
How she became the target of a female bully
“The bully said I have an odd, long face
The kids cried, ‘Disgrace, disgrace, disgrace!’”
“Oh Mom, please, is it true?
Is my face odd and long, I’m asking you?”
Oh sweetie, I’m sure you heard it wrong,
No doubt what she said was O-B, oblong
“Oblong? Oblong? That sounds worse!
What is an Ob? It sounds like a curse!l”
No, no, my precious there is no disgrace
Many famous women have an oblong face
“Famous women? I hope it’s true
But can an oblong face be pretty too?”
Of course they can be both famous and pretty
Some even viewed as most attractive and witty
“Who are they, Mom, please tell me who?
What are their names? Who? Who? Who?”
Kim Kardashian, Carrie Underwood, Liv Tyler
Victoria Beckham, Maggie Q, Sara Jessica Parker
Meryl Streep, Angelina Jolie, Lisa Kudrow
Courtney Cox, Mika Jovovich, Gwyneth Paltrow
“Mom, I don’t know who those people are …”
That’s ok dear, each one is a star!
Having an oblong face is a reason for pride
A good thing not bad—no reason to hide
“Thank you, mom, I feel so much better
When that bully shows up I’ll just laugh and forget her!”
Mom’s huge hugs are always the best
Helping us see how much we are blessed