Short Ira Poems

Hillary To Save the Day

Hillary has come to save the day
For all his lies, Trump must pay
With IRA had many a hassle
When he bought another castle
In the end had to give them away.

Jim Horn...

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Ira Earl Hudson

January 6th 1961 - December 20th 2023


VIEWING
Terry's Funeral Home 
2337 N Williams Ave, Portland, OR 97227
Jan 18th, 2024 @ 4:00pm


GRAVESIDE SERVICES
Willamette National Cemetery
11800 SE MT Scott Blvd, Happy Valley, OR 97086
Jan 19th 2024 @ 1:30pm



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Femur sighs, given a break and transformed by love.
— by poet (inspired by Ira Byock)

What’s worse than an illness, an accident?
Imagine with me
helpless in the abyss…
Open to the curse of curs.

No warm or cold compress
No caress
No handkerchief

No matter how hard you have it,
if surrounded by compassion,
you’re not as broken....

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Back foot Irishman
who remembers his tripe 
Major Barbara n Androcles and the lion 
are we all asleep !

Just a man of his time 
like a five minute pop star
friend of nancy boy Bosie Douglas
bringing poor Oscar down

Better self love than grovelling in the dirt
how can any real man or woman dislike Shakespeare
friend of Michael IRA Collins
Back foot Irishman...

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Hi, Ira, hi!
How are you?
August wanders
outside a window here.
The rainy trace behind him
stretched from the far country.
      This August is similar to Alexander Block
Yes, Ira, he is a Poet!
You believe? 
This summer he has written for us
The hot sonnets 
and the songs of asters and phloxes.
Changeable August!
I am sorry, but
Probably, he will stop loving us soon.
Hi, Ira, hi! How are you?...

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To My  Friend Ira


 

You must forget

that we had bad luck!

We chafed our own wounds.

Inhale Spring!

Be happy

in spite of troubles,

because Winter

has finished for us.

Quickly buy a bouquet of snowdrops,

and at your home, prepare

a few different flavors of ice cream,

sprinkle them with raisins!

Ah! What a dessert!

It is medicine

for depression and trouble!

Enjoy!...

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