Linda Coker Poems
|4.||How Red The Waves||2/20/2007|
|5.||The Last Laugh?||2/21/2007|
|6.||The Fight Begins Downstairs||2/21/2007|
|16.||Song Of Seth||2/21/2007|
|20.||He Works Out At My Gym||8/6/2008|
|23.||God's Love For Me||4/27/2008|
|24.||Mrs. Talley's Rats||2/20/2007|
|25.||What Mature Women Understand...||3/8/2008|
|27.||A Summer's Farewell||2/20/2007|
|28.||Connecting With Corey||2/20/2007|
|29.||The Man In The Moon Has The Mumps||2/21/2007|
|31.||Turning Over A New Leaf||3/8/2008|
|32.||Dead Men Don't....||2/21/2007|
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Dead Men Don't....
His face was still and lifeless
Like I've never seen it before
The form resembled my loved one indeed
But I really was quite unsure
The mouth had fallen open
The brow had lost its stress
Such peace surrounded this motionless man
At his horizontal rest
I leaned in for a better glimpse
Then came an alarming ROAR!
I knew right away that this stiff was mine
For dead men just don't snore! !
It takes all I’ve got just to wake up
And whatever’s left to arise.
I drag my legs over the edge of the bed
And attempt to pry open my eyes.
Nausea rolls deep in my stomach,
My head feels quite dull, numb and thick.
I’m planted in front of the AC,
Determined I shall not be sick.