"corinne" poems
great-grandma Corinne was always doomed
to leave the room just before a big event
she was in the bathroom across
the hallway the day I was born
she was in the supermarket across
the street the day her husband died
as is my fate to wish for love
in the moments before i leave
but i’d take a lifetime of clocks
ticking two breaths behind
to settle inside the cocoon of
your mouth for a whisper of time
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 4:20 PM UTC
Comme des prairies où poussent mille milliers de fleurs
Brille ton sourire, Corinne, ma joyeuse maîtresse,
Emblème de la beauté, blason de la jeunesse
Lis, rose et lumière qui fait chanter mon cœur.
Feb 15, 2011
Feb 15, 2011 at 3:08 AM UTC
Call me a knockout
and make my smile diminish
because you're my boss.
Sir, you're mistaken
I don't feel more attractive
when you honk your horn.
Whistling at me
only allows one of us
to show true colors.
Drive by and holler
void of personality
I'm just a figure.
Your blood may pump blue
But your soul is neon sign
broken and ugly.
A haiku for you:
Corinne Elizabeth Parke,
***** little *****
*lol
Apr 16, 2012
Apr 16, 2012 at 4:41 AM UTC
You never look back
It's the first thing I noticed about you
Your past, your pain, your failures
You never look back
But I always do.
When I walk away, I look back to see if you're watching
You're not
You are focused
You are direct
You are confident in who you are, where you are
You are you
But I am me
Me, who is looking up at you, marveling to see what you will accomplish next
Me, noticing every movement you make, every sound, every hesitation
Me, noticing when your smile isn't real
So I give you mine to use
And it fits you perfectly
You fit into it and my smile becomes yours
And mine is plastic again
The mold I use to create my smiles so I can give them away to those who need them
You, whose movements are fluid as water
You, who is always trying new things
You, who excels
You are an asset to humanity
A unifier
A guide to the light within the darkness
And I watch your work
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 6:29 PM UTC
No words came today,
Only images of what will never be.
Mar 4, 2025
Mar 4, 2025 at 7:19 PM UTC
Fifteen years old Corinne says that
alcohol is like confidence in a bottle
And she just ******* loves that ****
and I say, you know it's not something
you have to buy, at least that's what I've heard.
But I get her. To me, alcohol tastes
real real good until I'm drunk and then
it just feels like falling. And I get tired
of falling. Into things and out of things
so much so that I abstain from drinking
unless I'm in private and then
I sit in my closet with all of my hims'
and we get drunk together
and we **** to get her and
we fall together
like we get her. And we kind of do.
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 7:54 PM UTC
The Whispering Wall of Shah La Mere
Had drawn him over the hills,
They said that it only whispered truth
That the listening ear distils,
His lover stood at the further side
And whispered into the wall:
‘I’d like to give you it all,’ she said,
He heard, ‘I wish you were Paul.’
They’d fashioned the Dam at Shah La Mere
Where the valley narrowed down,
To catch the tumbling waters there
When the winter floods came round,
The wall of the Dam was curved across
From the cliff on the western side,
And fixed to stone in the eastern zone
On the hill called ‘Devil’s Pride.’
A walkway followed the curve across
That was barely three feet wide,
A thousand feet from the valley floor
You could walk it, if you tried,
There wasn’t a safety rail out there
For the faint of heart, or weak,
But those who needed to hear the truth
Would brave it, just to speak.
The whispers gathered and echoed there
At the centre of the curve,
And kept on muttering as you passed,
Trapped in the wall’s reverb,
The Whisperers, long gone, were caught
In their whispers of lies and truth,
‘I will be honest and true,’ became,
‘I’m still messed up with Ruth.’
Corinne stayed safe on the eastern side
While he walked out to the west,
They’d vowed their love to each other, then
Had thought to put it to test.
He passed the muttering echoes where
So many others had been,
The truth was turning to lies out there
With some of it quite obscene.
He stopped and turned on the other side
‘Can you hear me now, Corinne?’
And she had nodded as she had heard
‘Do you fear me, now and then?’
‘I’ve only wanted to be with you,’
Was the whisper she returned,
‘I’m only waiting for someone new,’
He heard, and his ears burned.
‘They say it only whispers the truth,’
He muttered, his eyes cast down,
‘I may be soon returning to Ruth,’
Was the whisper that came round.
He dropped her off at her mother’s place
From their trip to the Whispering Wall,
Then drove at speed to spend time with Ruth
While she caught up with Paul.
David Lewis Paget
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 5:44 PM UTC
If I went back time
and changed our fate
would I still be your friend
or someone you hate
would the memories be gone
as well as the jokes
what if you moved on
and this was all a hoax
so here I am
asking for an answer
If I went back in time
and changed our fate
would I still be your sister
or someone you hate
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 8:00 PM UTC
On the occasion of my dear Robin’s 70th Birthday
When I wander with memory’s lens
Through the landscapes of our common journey
I see you everywhere and always.
I find you in my office – sorting out the chaos
Or helping Corinne or Tylka
Cut to their respective chases
With logical and designing hands.
I see us descending step by dusty step
into the pastel kaleidoscope of Grand Canyon,
eventually catching up with Dawn, the adventurer,
waiting for us at the canyon floor.
We are waiting together still at the hospital
for the emergence of Michael, Nate, Stephen and Grace
And see them anew as they approach
The portals of majority.
I see us in Vienna and Rome with Kathy and Dave.
Soaking up history and leaving a few vocal traces behind.
I hear the magic of your voice lingering in the air
Breathing life into the spells of Rutter, Poulenc, Handel, Mozart
And songs of my own conjuring.
I feel your guiding hand in my restless soul
That cannot help chase new, improbable challenges.
We have shared triumphs, trouble, elation and sorrow
As if the highs and lows were
Equal rows woven into the tapestry
Of our common destinies.
In this beautiful high valley,
Graced by the Rockies opulent wonder,
My heart sings with love and gratitude
For all of our years together.
You are my everywhere and always
Through this Journey Beyond Compare.
Love, Robert – October 13, 2021
Oct 18, 2021
Oct 18, 2021 at 2:06 AM UTC