Short Alex Poems
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By courting with death
we validate life
The deeper the fall
— the sweeter the height
(El Capitan, Yosemite: June 2017)
Alex Smart was no fool.
He knew he was smart and cool.
He had deep dimples,
And not a trace of a pimple,
Because it was his first day at school
Situation climaxed for Pretti, bad
Worse day the poor guy ever had
Murdered in the street
ICE turned up the heat
Now America is Pretti got-damn mad
He was born Alex Wanton Wells -
A healer of the incurable and a remover of spells,
Died chasing his insatiable appetite for quails;
He’s not there, for he kicked the pails!
Injustice For All
a slap on the wrist
unaccountable justice?
Acosta Epstein...
countless of women are pissed
a signed sketch denier's been seen
Antagonistic
Lying conspirator
Earsplitting
Xenophobe
Judgmental jerk
Offensive
Naysaying
Empty-headed
Spreader of misinformation
Written August 8, 2022
For a lady who had a twinkle in her eye and one of the most powerful reading voices I have ever heard...
When Alex Lascelles
Did the readings at church
Her deep ancient voice
Like a dignified drum
Sounded like God
by Gail
As I go
this sorrow
should not overshadow
the message that is sent for all to borrow
no goodbyes, only tommorrow
see you later
death leads to a better life
after
you have shed light, on others lives
look up to the skies
close your eyes
I am here
I am near
through memory and spiritually
physically
as you carry on my legacy
Form:
To have a child to be a father,
it's so worthwhile. A gift received
that ever growing shall steal our
hearts before we've known.
This gift of life looks up at me,
so small and perfect my heart
is warmed just instantly.
I hold her close I feel amazed,
both stunned and thrilled. Just
hanging on this moment I take
a gasp. my daughter Alex we
meet at last.
Form:
Its your birthday!
Your finally fourteen!
But there's something,
Something we have planned.
You will not know,
And we can't show,
Not until Saturday.
So all the little things,
A cake, candles, and balloons,
You will be surprised,
What we have in store for you!
Your turning fourteen,
Your getting older,
Let the younger charcoal smolder,
Today is your day,
And let it may,
Be the best day you have.
Happy birthday Alex.
Form:
Purple hair
Deep brown eyes
Someone who can fight
Despite all the lies
See a frown
Upon his face
You give him a hug
To remove its every trace
Unaware of how much
He is loved
We would fight all his fears
Have them all shoved
He is an amazing friend
And can not be forgotten
Always be wanted
Unspoiled and unrotten
For Alex inspires me
To be all that I can
So everyone please stand up
And give him a hand :)
All across the U.S.
From the east to west coast
Folks are mourning the loss
Of the “Jeopardy” host.
He was there on our screens
More than 35 years
In a job few would choose
As their hoped-for careers.
Always steadfast and calm,
Never ruffled or down,
He was king of the hosts
Though he needed no crown.
At the end he did share
With us all his last answer.
The question – “What killed him?”
A mean Stage 4 cancer.
Alex
Graduation day comes every year
With joy, happiness and even a tear
You’re a tall slender red head
As pretty as can be and with that said
Your getting older and you will leave
We say goodbye and in you we believe
How proud we all are
With schooling and study you will go far
With love in our heart
A new venture you will start
Stay safe and be careful being on your own
We love and will miss you even if your grown
Form:
He played football with the Detroit Lions in the NFL.
In the seventies, this man became an actor as well.
Less than a week ago, his fans had bad luck.
We lost the man who was nicknamed the Mad Duck.
He played in the NFL on and off for twelve years.
People loved to see him play, that much is clear.
He began starring in Webster in 1983.
Playing football and acting was his destiny.
(Dedicated to Alex Karras who died October 10, 2012.)
Wolves
Tell the sheep:
You don’t see us
Our teeth our hunger our own pain
You won’t see what we must do
To you
You see life and love through the lense
Of human beings
Oh how sweet
How touching
Friends and neighbors
We see you
Through what we want
Your wool your blurry vision
Your care for the Lamb
It’d be best if the world went dark
The last light
Doused
By us for you
Make you blind and bleating
Then what will you do
But worship us?
Off to my shift at the mirage
Its feigned oasis has been dry since my arrival
And looks like it always was
The thirsty come to drink
Fistfuls of sand falling from cupped hands
Some think it a ruse
That we hoard what’s left for ourselves
Behind locked doors and hidden closets
That a lack of persuasion is all that bars them from paradise
Others trudge along, futility in their steps
Aware that if paradise existed
It has been scorched irreparably
Yet we continue