These Little Poems of Death and After Life
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In this startling collection of poems, Robert Joseph Foley, explores our reactions to life and its inevitable consequences, at turns tragic and horrifying; at turns
mordantly humorous, and offers the hope of reconciliation and peace after a fitful journey.
By The same Author of:
The Consequences of Playing God
Robert Joseph Foley
Robert Foley is a retired teacher of English and Drama. He has directed close to 150 plays in the New York area and lives with his wife of 44 years in Westchester County. Writing has always been an intrigue for him; since retirement, it has become a passion. These Little Poems of Life and after Life is his first foray into publishing a poetry collection. He is currently working toward production of two completed plays and working on a short story collection which will appear under the collective title, The Consequences of Playing God.
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These Little Poems of Death and After Life - Robert Joseph Foley
Copyright © 2010 by Robert Joseph Foley.
Library of Congress Control Number: 2010917362
ISBN: Hardcover 978-1-4568-1541-7
ISBN: Softcover 978-1-4568-1540-0
ISBN: Ebook 978-1-4568-1542-4
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These poems and the characters therein are creations of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidence.
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CONTENTS
Etiology
A Lyrical Introduction to Some Narratives of What May Come
When Senses Falter at Impending Death
The Visitation
The Rape
Where?
The Threshold
Setting It Right
Remembrance
Doppelgänger
The Days of Romeo Are over
On the Death of a Former Friend
the anteroom
Six Quatrains to a Final Peace
Etiology
Oh, fool the man who will not challenge death
Or at the least emit an angry cry,
Lamenting fate on ending circumstance
When sensing that his reign on earth must close.
How others laugh, slough off, or spurn their pose
At journey’s end has scant concern for me.
Bark scarred with letters gouged into a tree
Feels deepest pain in winter’s final blast.
Truth tell, my range of rage has grown so vast
That passing thoughts consumed with life’s debris
Conspire to throttle pleasantry in dust
And leave deep scarring of what might have been.
But these are matters for another din;
For now, these creatures met along the road,
Imagined some, some real, spin narratives
That share with mine the specter of last breath.
Their storm-swept souls exposed confronting death
Are offered here to help their brothers cope,
To give them strength when on their final trip,
One way without the prospect of return.
May each of you who craves a little turn
With one who hovers at the precipice
Unearth herein a voice that speaks your soul
And brings you pause to mull the life that’s left.
For none should slink alone forlorn bereft
Without the solace that life’s bitter pills
Should all be swallowed with a common draught
That makes it easier to share the pain.
ornaments.tifA Lyrical Introduction to Some Narratives
of What May Come
When Senses Falter at Impending Death
Thank God I have my faculties!
When cusping at advancing age
And salad days have passed to tea and cake,
While other poet counts the ways,
I’d rather just enumerate decays.
wrinkled skin unsightly veins
broken nails diminished brains
blood-soaked pouches under eyes
untoned muscles in the thighs
matter seeping from the mouth
scrotum wand’ring too far south
Or still acute enough to use the nose,
Which won’t permit imagination to repose.
Steeped in sense of scent
All too noxious to relent
The wizened nostrils sniff out fresh bouquets:
warm farts hovering in my bed
armpits reeking like I’m dead
unwrapped cheeses left to rot
the smell of cancer in my cot
punk in toes that penetrates my hose
nothing comes out smelling like a rose
I hear it all but can’t discern a word
I’m constantly repeating, What?
But in the night when Morpheus arrives
A simple whisper wakes me up.
The sounds that stir me are absurd:
a toss a turn a spouse’s snore
can lead me to the brink of all out war
a creaking bed a faucet drip
a neighbor nibbling a potato chip
grinding teeth a nighttime wheeze
a stomach grumbling from Chinese
And taste transforms itself to fetid waste
For what was once comestible now returns as indigestible
Coating heavily on the tongue.
When egg foo yong refuses turning into dung,
Taste buds are overwhelmed by backed up turd:
unleashed a sour belch
becomes impossible to squelch
the aftertaste of bitter pills
all types of medicines to cure my ills
of onion garlic provolone
intolerance of milk or mascarpone
And thanks for touch or what remains of it
For while there’s barely sense inside my cock
The tumor in my sack’s as hard as rock
And when the lights are out I feel myself to bed
Scraping fingers on the walls in dread.
the mattress lump the dried out hump
the cramp in calf that makes me jump
plantar fasciitis in the foot
every joint in body gone kaput
an aching back or rotator cuff
sciatic pain that sears my duff
And so I’m grateful to my God for granting faculties in age,
For granting full enjoyment until