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Tammy Mccown Poem
I wrote a letter to Lisa
And sent it above.
It starts out "Dear Lisa"
and ends with "All my love"
I asked dear Lisa, are you happy
and where did you go?
Do you know how your missed
and if yes, how so?
I told dear Lisa that I look for her
in any mystical way.
I asked to see her pretty face
at night when I pause to pray.
I asked dear Lisa, is it you who talks
to me in my dreams at night?
And when looking above on a dark sky,
is it your star that so bright?
I told dear Lisa of how her mother
still cries with such grief.
And how on a sad day the pennies
she leaves gives comforting relief.
I reminded dear Lisa our last words
will lay heavy on my mind.
And how when younger we had a cousin
relationship like no other kind.
I told dear Lisa my memories of her
are happy and so very gay.
As children we would laugh, sing
and for hours we did play.
As we grew older
our lives did drift apart.
But my dear Lisa
you never left my heart.
I had one last question for dear Lisa,
Do you sing with angels?
Did Jesus take you by the hand?
Did he lead you to heaven
to be with him in the holy land?
When folding my letter
the tears sting my face with pain.
It was then I heard a slight whisper
Tammy, we will be together again.
Copyright © Tammy Mccown | Year Posted 2016
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Tammy Mccown Poem
Save me a seat in the front row.
Your in heaven now and God puts on a hell of a show.
There is no admission but leave your pain at the front door.
Just like Poe's raven who repeats "Nevermore."
Go ahead and put on those silly glasses it's all in 3-D.
Even though your vision's will be quite different than me.
In your movie, you will see your good and I guess your bad.
All the happiness and everything sad.
From the previews it shows your life from birth until death.
I'm told from your first cry until your last breath.
There will be no subtitles or audio to adjust.
The only words that appear is like on a coin stamped "In God we trust."
I don't remember it's in either scene one or scene two.
Out comes your family and friends that have passed before you.
Stop, end this movie you scream. I do not like this that person. I do not this show.
Patience, Patience the director replies. All is forgiven. That is why I put you in the front row.
Copyright © Tammy Mccown | Year Posted 2016
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Tammy Mccown Poem
Hello, I want to tell you my story and I don’t know how it starts.
So I plead with you to please open your minds but most importantly to open your hearts.
I forget my words, I tic, I stutter my sentences don’t come out.
Hysteria builds up inside I want to break things I want to scream and shout.
I know I’m enigmatic this I will agree.
But please don’t embarrass yourself not for one moment and think you’re better than me.
I will never apologize on how I think or even how I feel.
Because many of you need to learn the ediology and the
mindset of the mentally ill.
“I hear she’s bipolar” as they rythmatically shake their ugly heads.
Then one whispers to the other “have you seen her lately I bet she’s off her meds.”
When the moon disappears I am left with anguished thoughts and tension filled with unease.
I then skillfully and methodically look for my muse I raise my hand and a tear filled voice I say “may I ask you a question please?
31 is my lucky number as I stand in the food line today.
Bet never in my wildness nightmares though I would ever live this way.
My pillow is my companion as it buffers my screams of dispair.
This life that has been bestowed apon me I feel is beyond repair.
I find it quit embarrassing that I only have 3 friends named me, myself and I.
I’m sure that number will remain the same when I close my eyes and die.
I have layed on the floors of mentally ill hosptials and had my knees buckled at the county jail.
You see I have slipped into the darkness of the abyss falling into spine chilling hell.
I have re-read my loqorrhea and had a chuckle or two.
I do not know what will become of me so I will say farewell,audios, and thankfully and respectfully I bid you all adieu.
Copyright © Tammy Mccown | Year Posted 2018
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