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Richard Ledue Poem
Found the old New Testament
given to me in grade school,
and I always meant to read it
growing up, until I didn't,
storing it away
in a bottom dresser drawer
with some grainy pictures
I printed off the internet
when I was in high school,
leftover screws from shelves
I no longer own,
old love poems for people
I barely remember now-
all of it junk
that once had enough meaning
to be kept,
which proves our souls more
than I want to admit.
From: Second Hand Salvation (Published 2023)
Copyright © Richard Ledue | Year Posted 2023
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Richard Ledue Poem
A manager worried about how many pens
used in a month
can barely sleep, dreaming of running out
of ink, and how pencils aren't professional-
shouldn't everything be typed now
anyway? Even this poem
is Times New Roman, pondering
the merits of Comic Sans,
while a memo is sent on behalf
of an executive vice president,
wishing everyone Happy Holidays,
but also warning of the need
for cost cutting in the new year.
From: Dollar Store Blues (Published 2022)
Copyright © Richard Ledue | Year Posted 2023
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Richard Ledue Poem
I have not prayed enough to be like you,
I have not loved enough to write like you.
The night is my god, stars my angels
I'll never touch,
while the darkness that hides in my pockets
my lover, but we may speak to one another
in the ten minute afterlife of my brain,
trying to catch up to its dead body.
The conversation agreeable
until you joke that my heaven
is your hell, and I realize
the real Leonard Cohen more sophisticated
than such humour, proving
we all really die alone.
From: People More Famous Than Me (Published 2022)
Copyright © Richard Ledue | Year Posted 2023
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There's good and bad days,
like a shadow hiding from the sun,
only to realize it can't exist without light,
among reminders to wear gloves
because he's leaking chemotherapy fluid
and the doctor never came back in half an hour,
while afternoons get warm enough
to make us complain about the heat,
forgetting death just enough to feel uncomfortable-
there's good and bad days,
like turning the ringer on your phone,
before bed, wondering if tonight will be darker.
From:A Hard Homecoming (Published 2022)
Copyright © Richard Ledue | Year Posted 2023
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