Haiku About Actress Marilyn Monroe In A Red Dress On The Stairs

November 27, 2022 at 7:27 pm (Film, Personal essays, Poetry) (, , , , )

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  • Actress Marilyn
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  • In red dress on stairs for me
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  • Early birthday ₱resent

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  • A Private Eye’s Late Autumn Evening

    November 28, 2015 at 8:54 pm (Detective story, Life, Poetry) (, , , , )

    A Private Eye’s Late Autumn Evening

    Silhouettes cast shadow on the wall
    The light on the desk the sole light in the room
    The open bottle of bourbon remains untouched
    The ice in the empty glass melted hours earlier
    All that bourbon in the bottle
    in which was reflected the image of Carson Albion Private Eye
    Would it really ease the pain of painful memories?
    If it passed his lips
    Those lips so often kissed by bourbon
    yet rarely kissed by a woman he truly cared about
    He discovered many women didn’t really care about guys who had been knocked down
    by the school of hard knocks in life
    They most often fell for the guys who had climbed their way to the top
    no matter how many people they had stepped on and crushed to get there
    And so they ended up as trophy wives
    drinking from bottles themselves to cure their loneliness
    since once caught, they were looked at and paid attention to as much as those animal head trophies that lined the walls of their respective mansions

    Carson put the top on the bottle and put it away back in his desk
    He sipped the liquid left from the melted ice in the glass
    Another birthday spent alone
    Five years in a row
    A birthday spent alone
    Was it part of some 5 year plan planned by a Politburo of cruel Fates
    Whose threads formed a tapestry of Stalinesque style mercilessness?

    Carson got up from his desk and walked out into the night
    Lyrics from Simon and Garfunkel went through his mind
    In the corner stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade
    And he carries the reminder of every glove that laid him down and cut him
    until he cried out in his anger and his shame
    I am leaving, I am leaving
    And so Carson left.

    But did the fighter still remain?
    Carson stood at the street corner
    How much fight did he have left in him?
    He headed home.
    Tomorrow was always another day.

    -A private eye poem
    written by Christopher
    Saturday November 28th
    2015.

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    Haiku For Sherrie On Her Birthday

    June 6, 2015 at 5:04 pm (Life, Poetry) (, , , , , , , )

    Haiku For Sherrie On Her Birthday

    A gentle poet
    writes from heart her words of love
    Beauty reigns in mind

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    Haiku For Miyuki’s Birthday

    August 7, 2014 at 4:27 pm (Poetry) (, , , , , )

    Here’s a poem I wrote for a friend of mine in Japan whose birthday is today:

    Haiku For Miyuki’s Birthday

    Sunrise in Japan
    hails lovely new dawn today
    Miyuki’s birthday

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