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Poem Details | by jeffry cohan |
Categories: confusion, death, holiday, introspection, mystery,

NO THANKS I AM FULL AND DON'T WANT ANY WHORE

 I’M FULL THANKS AND DON’T WANT ANY WHORE

I am a transient with words unspoken
I am a soul who’s been damaged and broken
For years I lived someone else’s life
Being my son’s little league coach and picking up a drunken wife
I’m an unrighteous man who’s weary and far too tired
And cannot find my way out of the muck in which I’m mired
I yearn for consistency yet find only daily different circumstances
A mortal who is always and forever taking chances
All I want is one place to live until I live no more
And in essence I have become Jesus Christ’s finest whore
I am a troubled transient 
 © 2011.….Phreepoetree  ~free cee!~


Poem Details | by Gershon Wolf |
Categories: funeral, murder, spoken word,

Mark his words

Marc Antony's funeral oration
Masterpiece of shrewd persuasion
  Igniting sundry Romans' fierce desire
  To douse 'noble Brutus' life with fire

Poem Details | by Gershon Wolf |
Categories: death, mystery,

The Lady or the Tiger

The Lady or the Tiger
Frank Stockton never said
   For if he'd ever told us
   His story'd've dropped dead

Poem Details | by Sharon Smith |
Categories: death, history, people,

Griselda Blanco

Griselda Blanco, “The Black Widow”,
Female Narcotráfico
Killed her husband through suspicion,
And so took out the competition.

Cocaine Godmother, “La Madrina”,
Infamous Queen-pin Latina,
Her means of death her own creation,
Motorcycle assassination


Poem Details | by Asa Childress |
Categories: death, heartbroken, natural disasters, scary, sorrow, storm, weather,

Dark Dawn

Light is awaking,

New dawn is breaking,

A breathtaking morning,

Now faces scream warning!
Spreading lava!
Getting faster!
Eruption!
Destruction!
Shaking!
Taking!
Dark.


(by Jemima Faith Childress)

Poem Details | by Sneha RV |
Categories: betrayal, change, childhood, death, discrimination, holocaust,

Anne Otto Frank

A wonderful young girl, Anne Otto Frank,
Was forced to live confined, like fish in a tank.
She could have been saved, if about her people knew....

But nobody cared, she was just another Jew.

Poem Details | by Timothy Hicks |
Categories: bereavement, celebrity, writing,

The Starry Night

The Starry Night
by Vincent van Goh;
seeing it makes me wish to write,
but my page is white like snow.



NOTE: I realize this poem is very minuscule compared to Eileen's extravagant ode to Vincent van Goh... but this is what I got (a blank page)...

Poem Details | by Timothy Hicks |
Categories: art, bereavement, celebrity,

Maurits Cornelis Escher

Maurits Cornelis Escher,
artist or mathematician?
Methinks he's more like a torturer,
sending faceless men on a fruitless mission!



NOTE: He's a sketcher who drew the famous work, Relativity (as well as many others).

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/a3/Escher%27s_Relativity.jpg

Poem Details | by Gail Foster |
Categories: death, hero, humor, loss, poetry, sports, tribute,

On the death of Mohammed Ali, three clerihews

The man was a legend.  

So farewell, Cassius Clay, Ali
You knocked out a bit of poetry
That butterfly one sure packed a sting
And well done on the boxing thing

Mohammed, man, you’re counted out
You gave the boxing thing a shout
Wrote rhyme to make a grown man cry
And dodged the draft like a butterfly

Ali, you’ve packed your final punch
Man, you took boxing out to lunch
Men say that you are God today
Who made Mohammed out of Clay

© Gail Foster

















Poem Details | by Timothy Hicks |
Categories: bereavement, books, funny, , literature,

Charles Dickens

Charles Dickens
was said to be the pickings
of literature in the nineteenth century,
but I couldn't make it pass page three!

Poem Details | by Timothy Hicks |
Categories: bereavement, humorous, technology,

Scientific Mastery

How convenient it is too see
thanks to Thomas Edison's scientific mastery.
What do you suppose he would think of us,
visiting some place like Las Vegas?

Poem Details | by Sandra Hudson |
Categories: funeral, funny, satire,

Mark Twain's retort of sort

                At odds about the undertakers fees, Mark Twain jeered:
	“There is a system of extortion going on here!” 
	What horrific prices to pay for just a box and hole
	When it's not the body we care about, but the soul! 

This clerihew is derrived from reading Mark Twains views on burying the dead. His only quotation is the second line.  ( Mark Twain and the Carson City Undertaker) - February 1864

Sandra Hudson, 1/18/2012



Poem Details | by Gail Foster |
Categories: addiction, celebrity, death, eulogy, farewell, time, tribute,

Howard Marks, a Clerihew

So, farewell, Howard, Mr Nice
Massive reefers were your vice
Life’s but a spliff to puff and pass
All grass is weed, all flesh is grass

by Gail

Poem Details | by Gavin Childress |
Categories: bible, christian, death, jesus, mystery,

Forbidden Fruit

I warn thee, chylde, of hemlock's wayes,
Such Berys ende thy tender Dayes.
If thou would'st eat Forbidden fruit,
Trie the Pulp and drawe the Root-
Its Wormwood and its Poyson'd sap
Woulde take thee to thy Maker's lap.
Thus Forbidden fruit woulde draw
Thee to Eden's Joye once more.

Poem Details | by The Didds |
Categories: career, death,

Cuba burns while Castro Fidels

Farewell then Fidel Castro
You have come to the end of your show
With Che and a cigar you seemed so cool
But over Cuba you no longer Raúl ...

Poem Details | by Timothy Hicks |
Categories: bereavement, film,

Jack Reacher the Movie

He watched the show, sitting on the bleachers,
that author Lee Child,
as his creation, the great Jack Reacher,
became five foot seven, meek and mild.



NOTE: I'm sure I'm not the only one who was gravely disappointed at Tom Cruise playing Jack Reacher. *sigh*

Poem Details | by Gail Foster |
Categories: appreciation, character, death, drink, farewell, humor, tribute,

Farewell Father Jack

So, farewell then, Father Jack 
Let this be writ upon a plaque
"All things pass;
Drink, feck, ****..."

by Gail

Poem Details | by Asa Childress |
Categories: allah, bible, christian, death, god, heaven, jesus,

In Jesus Alone

This world cannot offer the level of Love,
or the Joy found in Jesus alone,
From the oceans below to the mountains above,
I no longer consider this 'Home'.

Shallow pleasures of Sin, for which I were a slave,
Began many wars of the past,
They Remain beside footprints approaching the grave,
The Door to the Joy which will last.

Poem Details | by Robert Pettit |
Categories: death, history,

Antoine Lavoisier

Antoine Lavoisier A pioneer in chemistry in his day. A royal tax collector he was made. He lost his head with a guillotine’s blade.

Poem Details | by Joseph Coogan |
Categories: celebrity, death, mentor, people, philosophy, science, suicide,

The Life and Death of Socrates

Socrates
Would ask big questions as he pleased.
But when he was told to die,
It was his students who asked him why.

Poem Details | by Edward Johannes |
Categories: celebrity, death, eulogy, paradise, tribute,

From Medic to Cultured Gun Man

From Medic to Cultured Gun Man

Richard Boone
Now scattered ashes in Hawaii’s sea tomb.
Played a doctor in Medic,
Then Paladin who could have even spoken Samoyedic.

Poem Details | by Ernesto P. Santiago |
Categories: death, health, life, mystery, people, political, social,

Killing a Spy


Russian spy A. Litvinenko 
Had no heart, for a status quo;
But, when he revealed his odium, 
He earned the deadly polonium.


Poem Details | by The Didds |
Categories: death,

A clerihew for Brucie

On the death of Bruce Forsyth, British entertainer

The Forsyth saga is now gone
strictly come dancing the whole night long
You played cards right with Anthea, your girl,
So we played it at home and gave it a twirl.

Poem Details | by Andrew Crisci |
Categories: family, hope, inspirational, people, sympathy

SYMPATHETIC HOMAGE

They come from a country in Eastern Europe...
dreaming of freedom, reviving their faint hope;
I'm quickly learning to speak their language,
to understand them and offer courage.

Poem Details | by The Didds |
Categories: bereavement,

Westbury Cement Tower

On the occasion of the Westbury Cement Works tower being demolished ...


Farewell then Westbury cement works tower,
No longer over south wilts will your presence glower,
Once you were used by Lafarge
But now you'll be gone, just like Farage.