Greetings from Comeauville: 100 Short Poems by Bill Comeau 1955-2010

By Bill Comeau

100 short poems from poet, painter and preacher Bill Comeau - poems that will inspire, challenge and amuse.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Mar 28, 2011
• ISBN: 9781257184279

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Revisited

First Poem in New Book

To all Poets and Wordsmiths

With your permission

Father Freud,

I’ll take this

virgin page

and mix in

word sperm

idea seed

jet-black streams

visual voiceprints.

Soon the pregnant page

will bear the

fruit of our

reasoned passion.

Love child

of

emotion

and

the charlatan prince.

From the Early Poems

Belated Letter

To a lost loved one

i should have written sooner

to say thank you

and forgive me

and (is that all?)

NO

i really mean i love you.

but now time has taken you

to the endless mystery cycle

and

there’s no way you’ll ever know

what i felt for you.

yet

(just perhaps)

knowing you,

you always knew.

written for many, mostly for dad

American Exchange

Yesterday on the American Exchange,

One million units of hope in petroleum futures

Were traded for the promise of little cars.

Fortunes were transferred

From one ledger to another,

As those who have lost touch with hunger

Gained a thirst for blood.

Yesterday, in the Bronx,

A seventeen-year-old

pregnant girl fell thirty-four stories.

34 STORIES.

She was then transferred from

One ledger to another,

All part of yesterday’s

American Exchange.

New York Times 02/08/74

Freedom Fires

Keep the freedom fires burning

in the foreign sounding cities

to save the world forever.

Never show them pity.

For they seek to rape your reason.

Seek to take away your reason‘

and destroy your world forever.

Keep the truth bombs raining

On the unsuspecting cities

On the softly sleeping people

Ah, and wake them up to die.

In a searing flash of freedom

we will save the world forever

in the foreign sounding cities.

Let the walls down come tumbling

Future hopes and dreams all crumbling

Beneath the roaring bomb’s demanding

Commanding all to tumble, crumble

Crumble, tumble, tear and shatter.

What will the fractured future matter

to the people of this city?

Keep the freedom fires burning

in the foreign sounding cities

to save our world forever.

And so we did.

Another Samaritan

From: Fragments from an Unknown Gospel

Forgive

If you can

The many times

We wander past

Our wounded brothers,

Busy with others

Who can help us more.

Forgive

If you will,

The many times

When we have caused

The wounds.

Luke 10:29-37

Beauty and the Beast

It seems strange

Now

That once the beauty

Loved the beast.

That once

Her golden tresses

Transformed

My matted fur

Into something

Almost splendid.

But, it is written

That the beast

Should die alone

In the darkness

Of the cave,

Surrounded by loneliness

And memories of

What might have been?

It is almost enough

That once,

For a fleeting moment

I knew the unspeakable joy

Of loving and being loved.

But it is late,

A shadow creeps across

The door.

The cave grows cold.

"Better to have loved

and lost? Not always."

Back Porch Montage

To Greasy spoons everywhere

Three mops cackle in a rusty bucket