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

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Another Christmas poem.

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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.

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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

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encore, encore. nicely

encore, encore.

nicely played.

very much enjoyed

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Thank you very very much!! :D

Thank you very very much!! :D

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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 life SIMS, but not as we know it" - ¡$&am

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Thank you very very much! :D

Thank you very very much! :D

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This was quite striking as I

This was quite striking as I read.

What a tale dear poet.

Your orchestration of such a timeline and its resolve are well encaspulated.

Here, upon your pue of regretful self spite.

Beneath the vibrant dome of serenaded majesty.

A collision seems to happen.

One that is placed carefully beneath a spire

symbolic of an ever wrapped gift, never truly opened.

I get a lot from this, Cheers to you.


"The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible; but all natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence." R.W.E.

 


 

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Wow!! Thank you very very

Wow!! Thank you very very much. When I had finished it I couldn't decide whether the main character had opened a door into his daughter's life or rather hastily missed out on a oppertunity for healing. I've been at similar crossroads many times myself. I had to think to myself, "well, if he's made a grievous mistake does that mean I have as well?" Those were what I drew upon for inspiration. I pretty much do write myself into every poem I write. I love your interpretation a lot. And cheers to you as well! :)

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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. "

 

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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.

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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 

 

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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.