Tom’s poems 'Petals' and 'A Place for Me' were featured poems of the month at Poetry Deep by Ecaria on the website http: //www.geocities.com/ecaria/poetry/fp-aug02.html. His poem “Unless” was published in an anthology of writings “The Black Whole” by Down in the Country Press. See http: //press.downinthecountry.com/theblackwhole.html. It is available at Amazon and other major booksellers. ... more »
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Tom Courtney Poems
And so after gaining all the world we shall lose each other?
Allie and Me
And that was Saturday when Allie came home from college and she was so pretty and she had her hair curled and long and everyone couldn’t stop exclaiming
Star child so far away alone standing on the edge of the universe You can't be reached
All my Poetry
My poetry sets me back into my compulsions Deep within the womb of my mystery into the envelope of my hidden life
And you Think you Know What Politics is
And you think politics is all about voter registration and issues War, abortion, taxes, global warming, and medicare You think politics is all those candidates running for office
Best way to keep a secret is tell it, ju...
told the lady behind the counter at the deli that I’m crazy and she just laughed and said no! But it’s true I really am crazy And she said you don't look crazy And I said no I don't suppose I do
and the Rain
and the rain came sprinkled on my window pain came to touch my heart again when I met you
Call in the Night
Call in the night when the sun is a peach wear your white cottons and sit down next to me on this old porch
Who’s Coming to Dinner?
Who’s coming to dinner tonight? The silver and china are out Guest that I am in this house that used to be mine
Sheila your presence is hovering near in this late night confusion in my mind
Hello Jello, how are you? It’s cold in here, I’m turning blue But aren’t you happy, as they say?
Old Mr. Grumble
And this is the story of old Mr. Grumble He lives just a stone's throw, a toss and a tumble, Down ‘round the corner at the end of the block He sits in his house and stares at the clock
I just had a dream (It was late, late at night) And dreams are... Well... You know... They’re things that leave us wondering Just where we’ve been (and where we’ll go)
And Jenny this night is darkest as I’m standing in the rain You taught me every pleasure brings with it its own pain
Comments about Tom Courtney
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
after gaining all the world
we shall lose each other?
We failed to heed the admonition:
putting our stores in earthly treasures
coveting our bodies and our minds
losing the spirit we shared?
When we had vowed
in the depths of our hearts
in the holy sanctuary
and before God and family
we shall part our company?
And become again
what we once were
not so very long ago -
strangers - only now
once lovers and dreamers?
We spoke the words
repeated so many times:
you and I for all eternity?
You and I?...