Pieces of Me

By Blaine Bethune

The text is a collection of poems written by Bethune as a response to what he went through and learned in life. Readers will discover that as he grew up never really knowing the beliefs of his parents or neighbors, he felt cheated and went on to write poems that deal with ignorance, emotion, social norms, religion, life and much more. This book also contains details that recall the events that happened in the authors life, who were the people he cared about, how he reacted towards what happened to him, and so on. Ultimately, this release will give any reader a clear view on Bethunes personality.

Pieces of Me is highly-recommended to poetry enthusiasts as well as readers seeking direction and inspiration in their lives.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Sep 29, 2009
• ISBN: 9781469122991

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Copyright © 2009 by Blaine Bethune.

Library of Congress Control Number:       2009908096

ISBN:         Hardcover                               978-1-4415-6231-9

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CONTENTS

Preface

Alzheimer’s

Loving

The End

Amazing woman

A Father

I Weep

What a whiner.

(Mel, in Serenity.)

OLD

Blessed

Magic eyes

The quacking duck.

The Judge

Beloved

The Truck Stop

Hanging On

PIG

Blue Fantasy

Tears of God

The old couple

Adulthood

Ignorant people

Afterlife

Old Age

The day I met a King

One

Weeping

The Mother

Son of a Bitch

The Dummy

The Robin

The way

The story

Who is my enemy?

The Boss

Why Be Good

The Shit

Success is….

Leaving

The pearl

Going Blind

My Neighbours

Dreams

It’s about fucking time

The little girl

Mistakes

Tidbits

How should I live my life?

Raising Children

About me

Preface

I was born in a farming community near Melfort Saskatchewan. People here lived their entire lives beside the same neighbours.

Consequently, they were very careful in their relationships, for if you made an enemy of your neighbor, he was going to be a thorn in your side for the rest of your life. You guarded your beliefs carefully. You never, ever talked religion or politics.

Because of this, I grew up never really knowing the beliefs of my parents or neighbours, some of whom I admired greatly. I felt cheated and swore that I would not do that to my kids. Thus began my writing. To my surprise, in trying to condense my beliefs to their essence, I discovered I liked writing poetry. I apologize for that, and should also warn you. This is not a children’s book. Nevertheless, here I am…

Alzheimer’s

Forty seven years together.

Four girls she bore him.

But now there were times

When she could not see their faces.

Frightening times when she did not know

the man sleeping beside her.

But the worst days were the clear ones,

when she saw what was happening.

One day he came into the kitchen

To find her standing there crying.

He stood beside her

Listening to his heart break,

Until he too was crying.

Two old people hanging on to each other,

As they slowly died.

Loving

Don’t love them because,

you’ve known them for a longtime.

Don’t love them because,

you need them.

Don’t love them because,

you’re horny.

Don’t love them because,

you made them.

Don’t love them because,

they made you.

Don’t love them because,

they love you.

Love them because,

you feel good when they are happy.

Love them because,

you would have good things happen to them,

even if you hate them.

Love them because,

you choose to.

Love them because,

you do.

The End

I finally made it to the edge of the

universe.

I looked and looked, until I learned

I was blind.

So I screamed and hollered, until I

learned

I was deaf.

So I stood there, weeping bitterly,

until