I wrote this poem about my grandfather, who, it seems, won't be around much longer.
Papa
I wanted to write a poem about you,
but all that came out
was a page of cliches
about death
and greatness.
I failed as a poet.
Failed to realize
there are some things
which can't be written,
can't be expressed. Some pains
that language doesn't know,
that maybe
haven't been given a name
because we can't understand them, or because
we fear them.
So I stopped writing.
Instead I stood outside
in the cold
and screamed at God
while my fingers got numb.
I thought of you,
mocked by your oxygen tank,
forced to breathe from a little yellow cylinder,
and I screamed again
and again
and again.
Wordless, hopeless screams
dissipated in the air
like the breath-steam leaving my mouth,
like the oxygen leaving your tank,
like the tears leaving the eyes
of everyone who ever loved you,
and I didn't have to wonder
what it's like
when a great man dies.
Please read this.
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Its an honest piece.
For life is quite absurd and death's the final word, You must always face the curtain with a bow
Forget about your sin - give the audience a grin
Enjoy it - it's your last chance anyhow.
METOOB
Forget about your sin - give the audience a grin
Enjoy it - it's your last chance anyhow.
METOOB
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Another step along the path, son...
If you are part of his legacy, he did well.
If you are part of his legacy, he did well.
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I disagree when you say that you 'failed as a poet'.
You've written a piece that clearly honors a great man who has befriended, taught and touched you in a way that will always be reflected in everything you do.
This is the most honest and heartfelt writing that I have seen in a long, long time.
You do the man a grand honor, young man. As LATS said "Another step along the path..."
You've written a piece that clearly honors a great man who has befriended, taught and touched you in a way that will always be reflected in everything you do.
This is the most honest and heartfelt writing that I have seen in a long, long time.
You do the man a grand honor, young man. As LATS said "Another step along the path..."
[FONT=Tahoma]"All I can do is be me ... whoever that is". Bob Dylan [/FONT]
# 5
You know how much I hate/don't understand free verse poetry, but this one actually got through to me. You did a good job.
I'm very sorry to hear about your grandfather.
I'm very sorry to hear about your grandfather.
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Originally Posted by: earthman buckYou know how much I hate/don't understand free verse poetry, but this one actually got through to me. You did a good job.
I'm very sorry to hear about your grandfather.
Well, he's still with us, thank God. But we don't know for exactly how long. He'll die within a year and a half for sure.
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Originally Posted by: Jolly McJollysonWell, he's still with us, thank God. But we don't know for exactly how long. He'll die within a year and a half for sure.
If I may ask, what is it? Does he have some disease, or is he just getting old?
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Originally Posted by: earthman buckIf I may ask, what is it? Does he have some disease, or is he just getting old?
I don't know the scientific name, but it's called "shadow on the lung."
# 9
Very well written. :)
You've come a hell of a long way since you first started posting at GuitarTricks.
You've come a hell of a long way since you first started posting at GuitarTricks.
# 10
wow, that was one poem I actually understood, but despite that it was still written extremely well.
I'm sorry to hear about your grandfather. :(
I'm sorry to hear about your grandfather. :(
# 11
That's deeply moving... I'm so sorry about your grandfather. I'll keep him - and you - in my prayers.
"It's all folk music... I ain't never heard no horse sing!"
- Attributed variously to Leadbelly and Louis Armstrong
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- Attributed variously to Leadbelly and Louis Armstrong
If at first you don't succeed, you are obviously not Chuck Norris.
l337iZmz r@wk o.K!!!??>
# 12
Good stuff man, i certainly related to it, and sorry about your grandfather.
Strat totin
Six string slingin
Son of a gun
I met my maker, i made him cry, and on my shoulder he asked me why, his people won't fly thru the storm, i said, listen here man they don't even know your born.
strat-man rocks with vox
Six string slingin
Son of a gun
I met my maker, i made him cry, and on my shoulder he asked me why, his people won't fly thru the storm, i said, listen here man they don't even know your born.
strat-man rocks with vox
# 13
I'm deeply sorry for you. We're all here for ya.
:(
:(
"And if you want it bad, don't ever let it slip away..."
Guitar nublet.
Guitar nublet.
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