Claire Barreres Fusco Poems
A Fact I could hardly accept the fact he was dead Even though I knew it to be so-seeing him Lying still-appearing to be only sleeping A fact-yes-but not fully impressed On the mind shocked by the suddenness of That departure-without a simple-goodbye How sad those last words spoken by him "Do you want to watch Lawrence Welk?" I told him I was watching the ending movie So he returned to Welk-I to the movie The T.V. had been turned off in his room Quietly-he'd entered the bathroom That was always his favorite room A favored day as well-Kentucky Derby day He died in there On that day On my birthday A fact-yes a fact-and a sad one Although no goodbye-an assured hello Returning to life in God's paradise earth. A Great Robbery With such grand things to be said And so few that want to listen Therein lies a bleak disappointment How strange this stubborned resistance is A malady-as deadly as many Leaving but wondering how and why The mind will choose to refuse reasoning Discarding swiftly any true examination Or any pondering and evaluation Trading abstractions for obvious reality But how can you accept that robbery And chance to lose it all A New Blooming The little ivy plant arched gracefully As it draped ever so softly downward Not so grand among the more luxuriant plants Yet how symbolic of the scene before me With a friend near death A sigh becomes a roar As we walked past her garden We snipped a true rose-colored rosebud Then added a tiny bright yellow one Significant will be their future fullness Supplying such sweet scented splendor And I will dry those roses To set in a place of remembrance For that hour-when life will be renewed When flesh will be refreshed Back to the full bloom of youth Constant Pain Ah-shall I embrace my pain That ever desires to embrace me Shall I greet it every day? With a rousing and cheery hello No-I don't think so Now it seems to always be where It can color my life with nagging despair How weary and angry I've come to be To be governed by it's constancy Now sleep serves as mere relief for me But what recourse do I really have Against this cruel oppression The range from prescription to addiction With it's own additional trials But to tread on with a wan smile Then add to that-some laughter Looking forward-toward the time A time that when it's here Will end all pain ever after. Disconnect Witless ware Without Brain Devoid of vision Vacant stare That will encore Riots and roar That all to hell And this as well That man made weak The victim's squeak In picture frames The face escapes That hangs the wall Straight up and down And ruts are deep The poor dears sleep Don't waken them Theyll ruin the race. Egotism Well-what about ME Can you not see? That I am ME Noticed I'll be I'm fond of ME Oh me-when fractions flee Oh my-all decimal die Oh say-who are you??? After demise-vanity passed Eyes see eyes-insight is vast Pride's a midget carrying tools Rank and rigid molding his fools. Closure We often peer into a setting sun Through those string-thin sun streaks Past the patches of cloudy mist Looking beyond the seeming actuality Of myriad scenes or dreams Those many distant hopes Well beyond the mountains borders Our glancing eyes can perceive The subtle substance of eternity The Creator of good things gave us Lo-the brilliant copper ball appears With it's own silent prayerful hush That closes the blinds of another day Of life from the Universal King Get on with it Forget the past It didnt last >From days bygone Lets move along Why measure time By passed pantomime Today will become tomorrow With its share of joy or sorrow How can one finish the race With the mental gear in reverse So let us keep up the pace Discard what you should Just retain what is good. Hope Remains I know I would have been proudest of you Your eyes of very blue your strong body too But really what have you done To cloud those clear eyes over With what is not a victory won Under that hazy woven cloak as cover Over all that was fine in you But now-what can you do But fight the hell and horror Something that must be done by you To break free from those strands of sorrow >From that ongoing relentless contradiction The stranglehold named "drug addiction" Oh break its thick and crusty shell Rise up now from where you fell Break off the ties that bind Stand alone-or new friends find Turn back to the God that you once knew And prove to yourself that HE WILL HELP YOU. I May But A Coward Be I may but a coward be Yet would decline to see My sons to number among the score Of those young men Gone off to war To cringe in fear to scud and croll The muddy slimes of some foxhole But rather taste the grit of earth Six foot under from their birth Weary wars do not men make Warping of minds lies in their wake As born on unnatural fear and deed Upon which barbaric vultures feed I may but a coward be In Reality It seems deemed I had ruined everything And have I made your life so bad I wasn't really much of anything But I did work hard with what I had I grasped out for some deeper meaning Higher than all sorts of sinister scheming Alert to the serious role of a Mother With deeper concern than many other True-at times my ways were flawed I able only to give what I could afford So with that exact set of circumstance You hear that music and dance that dance Then in reality you'll know how it was for me Not what you supposed-it seemed to be. Lost Insight I say this to you brother poet Where others can't see-you know it The blood bright sun in a fading sky The fluttered fantasy of birds that fly The struggled splendor of single grasses The poet's post-mortem as springtime passes And you might cry to see a bird die Or ponder where stars that fall from the sky And wish the moon full yours to hold Or on spacious heights-throw out your soul With this treasured insight to nature's preen And a willing laugh when wit is keen With this knowledge of esthetic wealth And yet it is task to smile at yourself I saw dark shadows in the morning sky Though the sun never rose It had burned itself dry............. Morning Mood Plainly poignant sky-palest pastel gray Playing top and around a brand new day Morning-moist hangs 'round a ripe-melon moon Fluting-sleepy sparrows-thin tinkling tune My walking wakens the resting day's gloom The fog's filmy footfalls follow me home Vision is veiled-sharp angles thus softened My spirit sewn in a shroud-then coffined. Progress Past After time had ceased to be In one eternity The stench of the rubble died And fires did subside Slowly, the skeletons rose They walked Dismembered-in creaking pose None talked Unconsciously brushed dry bones Burned black Vaguely remembered spoken tones Click-clack Weary eyeless sockets stare On their fallen city Crushed-now crumbling-did they dare Scientific pity !! Remembrance Remembrance is a sad street to walk Numbed and in mental disarray Each one to carry his own sorrow Turning over the hours-days and years Passed by now-but by no means gone Grief steps slowly on it's own path Yet we surely need to follow it Knitting together-the past and present Yet longingly focused on the future That time of sublime restoration Now we patiently wait for that day And turn in prayer toward god's promise When the sadness is transformed into joy By restored life of those lost in death To dwell forever in Gods paradise earth When remembrance will be passed away As it will be replaced by the treasure Of Gods will being done forever. Rushka-The Cat There she is again-wending her way Through the conglomerate of trees Of bushes and weeds-of twigs and leaves With her usual energetic leap through Thick forsythia with that same precision She blithely leaps onto the deck This furry-purry cat just as sweet as sugar So exhausted from doing-nothing we want see Now has a light snack at her feed bowl Surveys the exactness of her next move A jump onto her favorite padded chair Where in sunlight each whisker or wispy brow Is sharply illuminated as she sits awhile Now busy with the washing up after a feeding Just waiting for us to caress and pet her Opening wide for a grandiose yawn Ah-relax some-that's the ticket Until the next-kill in the thicket. Selected Sonnets Poetry-pale pastime-pauper's pursuit (of parenthetical phrase) to boot Food for thought is poetry Stuff-then-to feed the soul. Bluest sky cloudless Sharing an instant serenity Blue sky doubtless Synonymous with eternity There is a green-gilt spot I know Where many red-vest robins go Perched amid green grass and clover Just looking their worm-world over I envy the eagle Born as if brother Bird carefree is he But I not another Small Wonders One thing fascinating- Has to be-birds navigating Precisely through the trees Just as blithely as a breeze With never a bump or bruise Lighting on any branch they choose To whistle tunes that chase the blues Song Of Joy Press here to my heart-listen how it sings And banter not with me of trivial things That bring no joy-and half employ To cut from birds-their wings Nor concentrate-nor subjugate Your will to empty whims Yet have a heart for all of things For all things have their heart And judge not by mere surfacings But tear them all apart Bear not with idle that rumor That life contains no humor Develop not that tumor of the brain That will not see the rainbow-for the rain. The Elusive Butterfly Suddenly--a butterfly fluttered by my door I suppose to tease me with a quick hello The deepest rust with black its coloration As I kept looking out in hopeful expectation For just another-if brief-encounter But no-for he need hover and cover the woods Yet I was filled with this single appearance Thinking-perhaps once again as if by chance He might return to visit with me again With another short and shimmering dance. The Help That Healed Oh damned be that treachery Who sneer at the mother of their progeny How vapid you must be within Who walked from them as if a whim Where did you go as you silent wove The heartbreaking blow that left me lifeless So tortured-pressed-upon and hopeless You robbed us of our dignity Then thrust me out for all to see You had no further use for me And many thought that it might be That I had caused this travesty And how did it turn out to be You being your own worst enemy For long I had suffered silently Only God Himself could set me free Nor would He ever abandon me But to KNOW HIM-is the vital key. The Last Enemy With silent precision death closes the book And as the flickering pages turn Yet another one's story has come to its end Within the framework of seventy-some years Crammed full with endless repetitive tasks That hardly ever engendered any true fulfillment Lacking key ingredients for a better blended recipe Which end result produced but sadness Although self-contained, it passed on to others Not by-deed-desire-nor design But by circumstances-ever so ill-defined Forcing mere casual impressions on the mind Left begging-where to look-what to find Answers yes-but of another kind Thus escaping from the liar's bind Attaining truth-ever so well-defined Bygone error falls from faded chapters Accept now the release-to rest in peace Secure in the truth-God's promise to men Of a return-to His paradise earth again. The Predators Sham Scammer Schemer The identity Any villain In whose mind Evil seeds sprout Looking to harm Those who are helpless And gape uncaringly At the hopeless pool of people The Savings Account The sky was brilliant in orange Holding just one white cracked ice patch That must have wandered in >From some fluffy-clouded sphere We gazed in wonder at the display Not having seen a sunset-quite that way Hovering, covering the entire expanse We soaked the sight of it into our eyes Drinking in this panoramic drama Too soon-it vaporized and was gone Yet we have it saved in our memory bank Wherefrom we make frequent withdrawals Twilight's End Once again is my favorite time Once more it is twilight time How soothing this sublime time My eyes search the amber pink As the horizon is dimmed with a hush I peer into the dusky shadowed evening My eyes eager to be filled With the simple sight of quietude Mere minutes will usher in the deep Transition to the crisp silent night The moon makes its startling statement Mid the stars of sparkled brightness Breathe deeply the awesome display Let it permeate your very being Let it remind you that life is good. Unconcern If you were-real I would not feel That when we speak My words never go Beyond the front of your face And since they do not Involve-money-business or profit They seem fallen on deaf ears Aside from some raised eyebrows And additional facial grimacing Seeing no-real-concern I too sadly feel Unreal. Users or Losers Now-the epitome Of sheer stupidity Is something to pity While entwined The closed mind Has nothing new to find How can one manage To avoid that challenge To settle for suppositions For flawed and rumored traditions Surely there is no valid excuse For chronic lingering brain abuse. Very Well Spent Spent -- the roses humbly bow their heads Grown heavy their limp textured petals Still the memory will ever remain Their stalwart standing in full beauty That simple-yet startling pose The lingering scent still tempts our nose The sublime-the magnificent-rose... We Poets We poets are that gender Who chew on the roots of life Who can separate the splendor Who dare spit away the strife Who contain to walk in enigma 'round multiple eyes with astigma Yet are haunted with beauty we meet Of those blinded ones roaming the street So set we songs on feeble strand For those who by chance do understand Dry your tear stained cheek-take my hand. Come live with us in our land. Why Poetry? I am not happy with regret But dream as all poets do Though visions were not always met They ever consistent grew This distortion or insanity The near constant search for what It's only tangible energy Converted to words we jot Would I could speak with Emily Whose lover lies secret still Hoping that she discuss with me The query of the quill The genius of Edgar Allan Poe With his analytical mind Had myriad fits of regret although His reverences were kind Or is it a running away A psychological thrust A kind of memora for days Our bones produce-but dust. A Lasting Love What can a thousand thoughts convey Though distant seem the warmth of arms Let them encircle you each day Knowing within ourselves alone That happiness begins and ends With vibrance as its undertone Of glory we only partial know Yet we sense that in our knowing Forever it will always grow A thousand selective thoughts Into a thousand years Of ever-enduring love With You Wherever you are-I am there too Wherever you go-I am with you I share in every sigh you breathe-echoing still another with you And with all that I view-my thoughts turn to you I mentally trace the steps you take-imaging all that you may do While for me this is true-it is not so-with you Letting Go Embrace the termination Welcome its cessation And that without fanfare Noticing nothing there A void when very deep The heart should never keep Worn out dreams alive Though wishing they survive Will wither and not revive The past cannot abide So then the dreaming died When noticing something real That ever the future will reveal
John and Claire Fusco