Angst Tribute Poems

Dissonant guitar 
and hiccups of angst 
drip golden licks of Nirvana;

Scream, follow me down 
for a time you know
that everything will be okay;
 Because it...

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A moonlight silhouette ... of a sleeping mountain.
A living forest ... tall trees in fullness.
Underbrush heavy laden ... a patchwork of paths.
The moon is hiding...

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In the depths of Tadoba, 
where shadows sway,
once lived Maya,
the Tigeress, in a mystical way. 
There was an silent under tone through the forest,
As she...

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On this day 40 years ago in 1978 my mother, Jacqueline Anne Trestrail, left this world after a relatively short battle with cancer - she...

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Wants And Needs

Your heart is a porch with a barbed wire fence
Armed guards and hounds drawing lines of defense
Used to sit there with you and...

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Once a hero
now a doddering old man
I cry...

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Connie was my friend, and I miss her smile.
Like a poem written in her own style,
she coached me to go that extra mile
and took the...

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D- ivine 
I-  nstitution 
V- ested with the 
I-  deals to 
N- urture and 
E- ducate 

W- eaving the path to 
O- verall...

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"Who can bear to lose a tie
With a dog that is man’s best ally? .......by poet


"Here lies my dog, motionless in his kennel
unable to wag...

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Through grief you depart; remaining only in my weeping heart.

I know you’re not to blame; you’ve alleviated your heartbreaking pain. 

So as you rest, pale,...

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it was of someone I once knew
but I did not yet know 
it was of love and kindness 
a union of spirit a familiar soul...

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Hello, Oblivion am I welcomed to thy realm?
            down into the darkness 
 ...

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If only I had known I’d never hear your voice again 
Or hear you whisper sweetly in my ear 
I'd memorise each word of love...

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CHRISTMAS IS CANCELLED

Christmas toys and tree’s in short supply 
There’s no real just reason in asking why

As for Turkeys for them, there is no CO2
It...

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years old microphones
grown kids ~twenty years~ bereaved
tapping tacit tears
beat hours beat ~TAPS~ trumpet tase
seared seats for the fallen’s kin

9/11/2021...

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