“Replay the riff in G,”
Robby said to Ray
“Come in a half beat behind,”
they both said to John
Then the three looked at Jim who said…
“Lay it all down,
turn it all over,
and pull it all back”
(8901 West Sunset Boulevard: West Hollywood California, 7-21-1966)
A wilted violet bows its pretty purple head,
Like me it has no energy as sorrow pleads.
My love, once so pure and vibrant now is dead.
My heart filled with passion, stilled, it bleeds.
I cannot bring him back though it would seem
I sometimes find him young and happy still,
So alive and handsome in a treasured dream.
If only I could conjure those dreams at will.
I often think that I can feel his spirit near,
With knocking sounds and blinking lights.
Late eves or early morn I hear his voice so clear.
I try so hard to connect with him those nights.
Sometimes I hold his watch and other things
I feel they retain vibrations of his energy.
I think of him surrounded by angel wings
And I know he is at peace with family.
10-07-21
This poem is about my husband Michael who passed away July 29, 2020
My son Robby passed away recently May 29, 2021 he was 44
I wrote a blog about my stepson Michael Jr. who is now in a nursing home slowly getting better thanks to all of your prayers. I know it seems confusing.
**Thank you very much Team Poetry Soup for the honor of POTD
Oct. 9, 2021**
R-estrictions
O-bliterare
B-arbaric
B-rutality's
Y-ucky
M-ystery
I-n
R-abidity
A-pplying
M-ask
A-nd
R-esistance
A-s
L-ockdown
M-akes
E-veryone
N-icely
C-ontain
I-nfection
O-r
N-astiness
Topic: Birthday of Robby Miramar Almencion (April 22)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
With apologies to Robby Burns and Sweet Afton - in celebration of Spring, and the return of our Bald Eagle family to their Great Falls home on the bonnie banks O’Burn Potomac:
Oh to be in Great Falls,
Now that Spring is on us,
Hearing baby eaglet calls,
A break from BREXIT chaos,
…and Trumpish walls and childish flaws,
…the wallaper, numpty, fanny baws “in Chief” - such grief.
So find your peace from the newest leaf of Spring,
…and singing eagle parents soaring on the wing
…bringing tasty scran to their eager eaglet fledgling
To illustrate this poem there are picture's of a Bald Eagle's nest with parent and two youngsters, Trump in Scotland, spring foliage and cherry blossoms along the Potomac. But I could not copy and paste here.
One fine morning, in early July,
A key opened a door that was locked-bye and bye
No notice, no call, no fateful warning
Uncle Frank walked in, unannounced, at eight in the morning
Lo and behold, the occupant was awoken
Some deep and recognized voice had spoken
Heading toward the voice, with sleep in his eyes
Robby said, "Uncle Frank! What a surprise!"
"Well, I'm feeling fat and a little shaken.
I'm afraid that yesterday I ate too much bacon.
May I please use Grandma's old bathroom scale?
Ever since her funeral, I feel like a whale.
With a shake of his head and a polite, "No."
Robby said, "You gonna wake up my ho.
A princess of mine is sleeping fair
So go ****ing weigh yourself in your own god damn lair."
You have a smile that could brighten the blackest of nights
I could melt in your beautiful baby blue eyes
Your soft black hair, and your bubbling laughter
You are the one I’m dying to capture
I’ve never met anybody with such a beautiful soul
When I’m around you I seem to glow
Before I forget-
Gramma-
You are so strong;
I'll always look up to you.
Mother-
Don't worry about me-
I'll be fine
As long as I have you.
Father-
I'll always be your little "Bones"-
Don't fret over nothing to say.
I love you.
Zach-
You were a best friend to me
Even when I had no others.
Kirk-
You are the most determined
Person I have ever known-
I'll always listen to what
You have to say.
Mark-
You were never my dad,
But you were there-
Thank you.
Grampa-
"Cows and Cabbages" never gets old-
What a gas-
I get my humor from you.
Robby-
You are my favorite cousin-
I hope you know that.
To my friends-
You made life liveable-
I love you guys.
And, to the rest of you-
Take care,
And don't leave anything unsaid.
well, it's happened!!!
they're nearly here...
galactic travels
of many a year....
death rays for nasty soupers
who speak with nasty word
fantastic treats for others
the nice guys, or so I've heard
either way, it should be cool
when saucers land
from way beyond the moon
I'm kind'a anxious somehow,
not sure why....
just hope they get here pretty soon..
Gort,! Klatu....Mirada....Niktoe!.....
wonder if they got
that model robot?
or the far more friendlier Robby....
whose lights and gears click,
whose top-heavy build
makes him sort'a wobbly
oh, well, don't matter much,
cause either way
that will not be a boring day!!