Graham erekosimas poem Poems
Dear Mary
by Graham Ereks
Dear Mary,
The most pulchritudinous of lasses;
The thought of you gives me eternal ecstasy.
You're my lifesaver, my heartthrob and oxygen;
Without you I'm breathless, without origin.
Five years we've journeyed through the lillies and valleys of this heart-path;
Stronger and sturdier we've become, now in a wow-path.
......
The Entombment
by Graham Ereks
A woman of virtue
Is no more;
A woman loved by all.
A wife and, doubtless,
A great mother.
Surreptitiously death’s taken
Her away from us.
Your living body I reminisce,
Not your cadaver.
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The Brokenhearted Lass
by Graham Ereks
Forlorn, she saunters to and fro;
Saddened by the incessant din
And tiff on his part.
Her eyes are red,
For weeping has befriended
Her.
The winner of her heart
Has done her wrong—
The once ever beating heart
......
Quest for Ravenous Crutches
by Graham Ereks
In hunger's grasp, I hobble and strain,
Like crutches, my stomach in pain.
Wheelchair dreams, where food does reign.
Through the fridge I lurch and swoop,
Craving snacks like a ravenous troop.
Wheelchair spins, in fridge I stoop.
Cupboards bare, I shuffle and creep,
Crutches clatter, in corners I peep.
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A Cautionary Verse
by Graham Ereks
Rain on my parade
And you'll get Karma's raid,
Attempt thwarting my praise,
And be put below raise!
Be that jealous foe while I traverse,
And presently you'll meet that reverse!
A Cautionary Verse
by Graham Ereks
Rain on my parade
And you'll get Karma's raid,
Attempt thwarting my praise,
And be put below raise!
Be that jealous foe while I traverse,
And presently you'll meet that reverse!
Quest for Ravenous Crutches
by Graham Ereks
In hunger's grasp, I hobble and strain,
Like crutches, my stomach in pain.
Wheelchair dreams, where food does reign.
Through the fridge I lurch and swoop,
Craving snacks like a ravenous troop.
Wheelchair spins, in fridge I stoop.
Cupboards bare, I shuffle and creep,
Crutches clatter, in corners I peep.
......
The Living Dead
by Graham Ereks
I am a living dead;
Yes a living dead
For the backbone
Of my family is gone.
My eyes are swollen,
Pregnant with raindrops,
My body, embraced by kwashiorkor.
Of what use is life with these anguishes?
......
The Brokenhearted Lass
by Graham Ereks
Forlorn, she saunters to and fro;
Saddened by the incessant din
And tiff on his part.
Her eyes are red,
For weeping has befriended
Her.
The winner of her heart
Has done her wrong—
The once ever beating heart
......
Dear Mary
by Graham Ereks
Dear Mary,
The most pulchritudinous of lasses;
The thought of you gives me eternal ecstasy.
You're my lifesaver, my heartthrob and oxygen;
Without you I'm breathless, without origin.
Five years we've journeyed through the lillies and valleys of this heart-path;
Stronger and sturdier we've become, now in a wow-path.
......
