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Something Cashmere I Figured You Might Wear
By Peter Christopher Raymond
Copyight 2013
Pressing his swollen nose to the frosted pane
Leaving residue from the rocks of cocaine
Tin drums and sugar plums in mechanical display
Standing numb from a pint of rum and years of decay
On knees of glass he drags his ass to midnight mass
In hopes that he may yet be granted one more free pass
With all the lives victimized when into which he wormed
The only precious product of his worthless putrid sperm
She swiftly took her place with the choir upon the altar
He tried to shout her name but his speech frustratingly faltered
Receding to the distant pews where he could sit alone
As the vast imposing cathedral filled with somber organ tones
Spirits surged with darkness purged as her voice emerged
Briefly freed of the regret of having been a dreadful scourge
With every poisoned prick he's earned his place in purgatory
Where he's assailed with dire details of every damning story
Frequently bedeviled by dreams of decadence
Indulged in heavy substances and faced the consequence
Cast into her past with his last parental rights
No day in court nor child support nor words of bitter spite
When no longer needed he simply receded defeated
She harmonized on sacred hymns as he stayed quietly seated
Then as passing parishioners paused exchanging pleasantries
He quickly slipped a gift beneath a Christmas tree
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Thank you very very much! I
Thank you very very much! I love your work. It has such a terrific emotional weight to it.
wow this is an absolutely
wow this is an absolutely brilliant work.......... i truly feel unfit to indentify myself as a "poet" after reading this
encore, encore. nicely
encore, encore.
nicely played.
very much enjoyed
Thank you very very much!! :D
Thank you very very much!! :D
such a sad and delightful
such a sad and delightful poem at the same time! loved it. the irony and the message was not lost on me :) great write!
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Thank you very very much! :D
Thank you very very much! :D
Peter, this is darling, and
Peter, this is darling, and brought back memories of singimg in church choirs as I did, all through grade school.
....Nice write.. (however drunk the guy may have been...it doesn't matter..most all the nuns and priests show up at midnight mass drunk a lot!! Lol)
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thank you very very much.
Thank you very very much. Haha! Yes, I've often heard stories about the priests who ejoyed the communion wine just a little too much. When I was younger I had wanted to go to midnight mass on Christmas Eve because the idea of sitting in a big gothic cathedral at midnight on Christmas Eve really appealed to me, but my Dad thought it was too dangerous being out that late on my own.
Something I saw in this particular poem Mr Peter
Something I saw in this particular poem Mr Peter.In the last line to be specific "He quickly slipped a gift beneath a Christmas tree" Many a time we want to gift someone but are hesitant. The moment passes and we repent.Probably Christmas is the time to tie up loose ends and make relationships anew.I sincerely hope and wish you and your loved ones keep warm & close and be happy through the festive season.Christ bless you Sir.
©bishu
Thank you very very much,
Thank you very very much, Bishu! Merry Christmas to you as well. It's often hard for me to gift people because I'm afraid it might be awkward for them or me or the both of us. I do a lot of 'secret Santa[ otherwise known as 'yankee swap' or 'white elephant' ]' gifting.