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Courtney Russell Poem
A cold crypt lay stone figured in the earth, as if it were the old man's reward.
Dark and bewildered the eyes of the beast, rested six feet on tranquil depths.
Shallow and without remorse, engulfed by the undertakers grit.
What death awaits under the devil's window sill.
Monotonous the cheer, hurray!!! hurray!!!!, an audienca, dethroned was the king, his
assassination by critic, no prize for his next of kin
No sorrow, only tears of a dream failed by others,
Who are we not to call his work art...left with an evil grin and the scent of gasoline
spread, burn was his words,as he fell silent in the flames
As the curtains rolled, applause lauded out, a true genius, a master of a play.
As it was in name death of a play-write,
and the end of his script
Copyright © Courtney Russell | Year Posted 2011
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Courtney Russell Poem
She moves elegantly, strolling, walking, running, being free, being full, full of pride,
full of ambition, full of everything except me.
She has vision, she has dreams, so she sacrifices, because she has needs, she cuts and she
bleeds, she takes it all in order to achieve.
She loves but leaves it be, the 9 to 5 has more need, more need than the need for me.
She takes no vow, no for better, no for worse, she works the blocks to fill her empty
purse, and fills her belly and then pays the nurse.
Dollar bills, to pay bills, full spoons to feed babies, questions get maybes.
Filthy hands leave dirty prints, soft moans leave evidence of gentle caresses,and that
kiss.......................
Oh that kiss.
Soft lips mending, tongues blending, till wills be bending, shocks and impulses our brains
keep sending.
Inside cores melt, creating a feeling, subliminal, leaving me all to myself.
Inheriting the memories, memories you forgot, but I couldn't
Copyright © Courtney Russell | Year Posted 2011
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