Brother Sorrow Poems

In mania, the body unbinds itself.
The skeleton’s dense marrow becomes hollow,
an avian adjustment. It is accelerated evolution.
Fluttering and floating in a slew of thoughts
like nervous...

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Everything black or white
Actions either wrong or right
Choices this or that
And life just a game of ball or bat;

When life so complex that all is...

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Patriarch, Dwight McIntosh
Friendly and kind, always a smile
Filled with joy, oh my gosh –
Love so alive, love that’s still in style

Patriarch, the man of the...

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A day
That I’ll always remember
A very somber DAY
A very sad day
A day to ponder
A day to wonder
A day
Not like any other day
A very unusual day
A...

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I won’t pretend we were close.
We both know that wasn’t the case.
Yet, news of your passing rocked me to my core.
Your wife asked what we...

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I always looked after my baby brother. I was like a mini superhero for him. Until I wasn't...

You can be the greatest hero and you...

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In the shadows of the night, 
When sorrow tries to take its might.
My friends are like shining beacons,
 Erasing my pain and my demons.
With snorter...

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A Tear for Don

I still shed a tear over you, Don,
I wish you were still here, alive.
Remember the day we first met, Don,
A pair of...

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Quote By Poet   
"Hearts are fragile, need to handle with loving care."  


Heartbreak ~ you had it your way  


Date Written:...

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There in the corner of the living room 
on a loveseat meant for two 
now only resides one
there he sits, by a warm fireplace
its occupant...

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It was here 
Here where 
Everything fell apart
Went to hell
I am to blame
A workhorse lamed

I was awake 
Alone in it
All the aftermath
You were never coming...

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Time froze for a second,
But life didn't come to an end.
People just stopped at their places,
Capturing their moments was me
Before time races.

Mom stopped with a...

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John My Brother 
For years I raged against your sensitivity 
Dismissing your poetry as naïveté 
While I intentionally closed my mind to the possibility 
You...

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MAY NASH 
	(1968)

Henry, I’ve stocked in the beer you used to like— 
a half-dozen cold bottles just waiting for you!
And the little tomatoes—  the...

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as the Towers die away 
alone on a beach where thunderheads Roll 
where I stood far from
shards of glass fire, horror, disaster
they televised only elemental...

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