"comeau" poems
Joey Comeau
Writes things I sometimes don't understand
They're like little bones in a tiny
Bat skeleton
I don't know what they mean
Or what they do
Or how they fit in the whole scheme of things
But they make me feel powerful
And that's mostly good
Joey writes sentences that start with
"I want to"
And end with things like
"Break into an old lady's house and tell her I am the FBI"
He writes sentences that make me think
Of all the things I want to do
I want to crash my private helicopter
Into the side of a mountain
But escape just in time
I want to write like Joey
Simple sentences that hold the world in their hands
And crush it a little
Just because
Stephen King
Writes books that sometimes scare me
Right back to the second trimester
Right back to fetal position in the womb
But he tells the stories so well
The actions are so true
I believe them all
And I know I'd never be the hero in a horror story
(I'll be dead in the first twenty minutes of the film)
But I get excited at the prospect of reading
Because it requires less running on my part
Stephen wrote of his drug addiction
And his mom's cancer
And his ****** jobs
And his alcoholism
And his multiple failures before his success
And his loving wife
And it made me think
That even though I'm an itty bitty little person
With but one life to give for this universe
Maybe, just maybe
I can make it
In some scheme of things
Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 10:25 PM UTC
You are such an inspiration
Never a disgrace
And every time I hear your name
A smile appears on my face.
Now and then some tears
Fall from both my eyes
It's sad to think sometimes
I never got to say goodbye.
I know you're always looking down on me
From heaven up above
Your spirit is always with me
Whether in a flower or a dove.
You were a great husband and father
A great soldier as well
Because of your kindness and love
I have many great stories to tell.
You always kept me company
When no one else would play
I love how you made a certain time
Just for me during the day.
You always knew how to make me laugh
Even when I was sad
You put a smile on my face
And instantly I was glad.
You loved me for who I was
Even when I was a pain
With how much I whined and pouted
I was surprised you didn't go insane!
Every time you come to mind
That's when I start to cry
But then I remember you wouldn't want that
So I smile and wipe my eyes.
There are so many words to describe you
Sometimes, I don't know where to start
Hero, inspiration, guardian angel
I love you and you'll always have a special place in my heart.
-dedicated to my hero, my Grampy, Richard J. Comeau.
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 9:32 PM UTC
I’m there
By trevor comeau
1-17-11
I’m there
Whenever you may call
Waiting to give, all I can
To help in your desperate hour
Blow on the horn
Call out my name
Send forth into the land
I’ll be waiting there
I’m there always
Watching, stepping in
When your need is here
Simply call on me
I’m the voice in winter
I’m the voice you need
You may not want to hear
But my words can steer
I was there
Now your time has come
Repay thy debt
Then we both may be free
Jan 17, 2012
Jan 17, 2012 at 9:44 PM UTC