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Best Poems About / On ELEGY
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Breakfast Elegy
Breakfast Elegy
can't eat any bacon
a soprano is screaming
like a dying pig
the elegy of morning
a glass of orange juice
she is not singing
that faint groaning elegy
which no one can sing
the CD player is working
I fixed it
one CD I bought
shows a woman's white bare breasts
my coffee is cold
a sound of a school bus outside
it must go where it must go
there is a curtain
which hangs over the window
not over a corpse
drifting silence
a still fly on the table
just two of us
now
-Erbacce, issue 7,2006-
Suchoon Mo_
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Elegy
You are my living
Elegy:
Breathing, beating, beasting, feasting
incantation bleeding
Sound
Boiling to
Heat becoming
LIGHT.
You are my Living Beauty:
You.
Yes, You:
Burst begetting brilliance;
scintillant substance of quintessence
fetting my
realized, actualized
unconscious
EIDOLON:
Angel of The Lord washing the dirt
from sun-burnt
FACE.
We.
We are
Living this,
BEING this
Beauteous
ELEGY:
Fruitious Monument of Merriment;
Magnificent, Magical Melody.
copyright R Resh 2000
Randy Resh
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Haiku - R.I.P.
Communism, dead,
but still unburied, awaits
its elegy red.
© Jonathan Robin haiku written January 1993
Jonathan ROBIN
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A Requiem For Bartok
A Requiem for Bartok
Viola Concerto
which he never finished
poor and broke in New York
as so many were and still are
he died
there was no dirge
no elegy
no requiem
for a true artist
has no true friend
they called him a genius
a great artist
they even finished writing
his last testament
his Viola Concerto
but nobody knew him
he was alone
in his Hungarian solitude
nobody sang
a dirge
an elegy
not even a requiem
for him
one early spring night
in a Colorado town
far away from New York
I saw a woman on the stage
in the shadow of his light
let her viola sing
what cannot be sung
alone in the midst of the clamor
of symphonic chaos
people sat still
like silent tomb stones
just listened
vacant eyes
she was playing a loving requiem
for Bartok
Suchoon Mo
-Sage Of Consciousness, vol.2,2, May 2006-
Suchoon Mo_
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