^This is my first poem in a long time.
a family gathering tonight
we sang and laughed
My father is near the end
He didn’t sing or laugh
But one day he will sit beside his King
Lamenting woes turn brilliant gold in the glistening Sun in the Heavens
We all are pathetic when we die
When my father died he was almost alone
With just a nurse in a nursing home
Barely able to perceive the World around him
No vigilant family by his side
His brothers were away that day
And couldn’t cross the mountains between them and himself
My brother was 200 miles south of the mountains
And the rest of the family 400 miles west
He had not been a real father for years
And he spent every day smoking and drinking beers
We’d visit him him for two weekends a year
For decades at a time
He cheated on my Mother and paid the ultimate price
By dying almost alone in a nursing home
But ties of blood thicken in the mind
And one year later me and my brothers were very sick
My brothers had back trouble and I became sicker in the head
And mood swings added to my troubles
I became angry at my Mom
And she nearly withdrew her support of me
I wrote to everyone I sorta used know
I nearly moved in with a woman at a Psych Ward
I did things I never did before
But the brief bi-polar period eventually disappeared
Like a Summer storm in the night sky
My brothers got off the bed
From back ailments partially in their heads
And grief took care of itself
My father was good and bad
Like the rest of us
And although we were sad
Life went on
This time we shared, was time well spent
of this I know, we can be sure
but now it seems, to come to end
which feels so thoroughly premature
it might be true I cannot meet,
these hopes and dreams that are of yours
thinking so is self-deceipt
but then again, this has been my course
I have at times, beaten the odds
and such once more, seemed close at hand
was I too eager, to have these thoughts
and do I still, not comprehend?
Oh s–t the dog got hit
Hounded , foundered like
a horse who rides again
the purple knight - the
purple night. Give up the ghost,
while up the coast some
nobody knows your name.
it’s a shame the cat got
out of the barge, carrying
large - cockles and mussels
alive, alive - O. Jackie O
O - Oprah. sat down to tea
in a hotel by the sea where
they draw hours from. Dripping
salt tear. Oh do you see the tears in their armor.
Waiting for dusk to shade their eyes from fright
and disconceoation. The purple night rides by
and doesn’t see the two O’s==t Ive said it again.
sal tears twice the eyes…
Waiting for fish and chips
My man is gonna eat
He talks about an old couple
Who come in most days
At 11.30 every day
He sees them when he walks to work
I stand
In laws stale sweat still in my nose
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