Grandfather Suicide Poems

Tick, Tock, Tick..
The pendulum swings back
And drains away
Another drop 
Of my sanity 
Tock, Tick, Tock..
The pendulum swings forth
And drains away
Another drop
Of my mind
Tick, Tock, Tick..
How...

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THIS TOPIC IS RARELY DISCUSSED IN THE OPEN. MY STORY BEGAN IN THE DARKNESS, I WISH TO BRING IT TO LIGHT.
 IT STARTED IN MY...

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As a child, 
I loved to watch Grandpa build. 
His basement workshop, 
was filled with tools. 
Tools hanging on every wall, 
wood neatly stacked in...

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I remember when Grandpa used me everyday,                  ...

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New Shoes

"Grandpa, my shoes are too small, 
or maybe my feet or too big?"

"You are going to be ten foot tall, 
if you don't stop...

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In the clock the man is Red.
Play on Deadly Sands for years...
Tick-tock: bloody bleak son's!
Tick-tock: Humanity is DEAD.
Wading into time’s
Tide, wiping off the grime
In the...

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AntiPoem 36
“Silent Mercies”

(Poet’s Instruction: Softly play in the background Mario Lanza singing
“Your Tiny Hand Is Frozen” from Puccini’s La Boheme, while reading this AntiPoem)


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Look over...

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I feel like I've been burried alive ,
I'm loosing my mind , I've fallen behind , 
behind the line I could never cross or ever...

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Shadow Lights

Have you ever noticed? 
When you sit your hands upon the keys. 
If you close your eyes, 
just right...
not too tight, no peeking, but...

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Call Your Mother

Pick up the phone...
do it now. 
If you can.
Later if you must, 
I trust that you, 
know the difference. 

She never put you...

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The Perfect Christmas Gift

In a small bag, 
made of paper, 
the color of gold, 
old not new...
The handwritten letters, 
of a handful of kids, 
left...

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New Stomps
 
Today I have again, 
been told the value of my worth. 

Limitless...
or at least the value of 
new socks and shoes, 
by a...

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The Names of Angels

Caren, 
Sharon, 
Joy, 
Mary and Lee...
Do not fear, 
the names here, 
and you will see.

There are more, 
there are others, 
you know...

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Goodbye

I waved as you left the drive. 
I heard your sweet voice… 
ever cheerful.

Hours passed. 
I did the dishes. 
I cleaned up. 
I got ready...

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Pumpkin Pie

Warm fresh, aromatic…
nutmeg, cinnamon, clove(s)…ssss…. 

Butter crust, 
hand mixed, 
hand rolled,
by a 100 year old pin. 
Loved on,
by the cook. 

Flakes of heaven, 
peeled...

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