Uriah Hamilton

Accumulating Days That Lead To The Grave - Poem by Uriah Hamilton

In my mind,
I value the Easter Sunday life:
The resurrection
Of the spring sunrise,
The flowery parks and paths,
The children dressed
In their church school best.

But none of that life is me,
I’m the solitary soldier
Of the decaying urban streets
Breathing in the car exhaust
Of the common defeat;
I’m the midnight observer
Of dark poetic scenes:

I’ve seen violent dykes
Take off theirs tops
And threaten to fight
Until they kissed and made up;
I’ve seen a female wino
Face a storefront and scream
And then say her rosary,
Then retreat with boyfriends,
The bearded man with the mousy squeak
And the cowboy Elvis wannabe
To a dirty car
Where sexual transactions did transpire.

I’ve stood in oil and urine pools
Flirting with the saddest prostitutes,
I’ve patiently listened to the same snow job
From the same con man three times
In the same disoriented week
And fell for it at least twice.

I don’t make judgments
About any of this vice,
I just keep looking for meaning
In the accumulating days
That lead to the grave.

Comments about Accumulating Days That Lead To The Grave by Uriah Hamilton

  • (5/18/2006 2:15:00 PM)

    Well, some of us can't take place in the Easter Parade, but a peek at it is always nice - before we go back to unmade bed. I admire your gift. It seems that beauty is hurting you into song. It's worth it. I found much to envy in this write. (Why didn't I say that?) (Report)Reply

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  • Brian Dorn (4/8/2006 1:25:00 PM)

    Wow, powerful message... that's all we can do is keep searching for meaning in the time we have left.

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  • (12/29/2005 9:05:00 PM)

    Wonderfully written. The last three lines really pack a powerful punch.


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  • (11/14/2005 4:27:00 PM)

    Very well written! You are an extremely vivid writer. (Report)Reply

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  • (9/9/2005 11:25:00 AM)

    wow uriah, this is so amazing...honestly, I'm at a loss for words.. (Report)Reply

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  • (9/7/2005 1:18:00 PM)

    this was extremely vivid, and strong but i thought your last stanza was underdeveloped for such a well-written piece. could just be me. (Report)Reply

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  • (8/29/2005 6:38:00 AM)

    This is brilliant. Like many of your poems, it has a gritty 'urban' feel. Kindof reminds me of American movies.. like Dirty Harry or Streets of San Francisco. Makes me long to buy a hotdog from one of those guys who sell hotdogs by the side of the road and see those things you describe.. Brilliant vibrations of life! I love! (Report)Reply

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  • (8/26/2005 11:02:00 PM)

    I loved the first stanza, for I know 'Whatever man thinkest in his heart, so is he.' and the rest is what's happening around you. This is a strong poem, very well done (except for the lesbian dyke part.) Keep writing, and keep your mind strong, Uriah


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  • (8/26/2005 7:33:00 PM)

    Uriah, mon ami, you're a drummer with a different and positive beat. Good to read, never trite, and never boring. Cheers, Jerry (Report)Reply

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  • (8/26/2005 3:43:00 PM)

    this is a raw look at human life and a great write your talent shine like the sun
    keep up the great work uria

    Warm regards Allan

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  • (8/26/2005 12:47:00 PM)

    I am always suprised when you write of such things. Very vivid. It is such a contrast to the beauty and love you convey through most of your writing. I'm amazed at your ability to see such beauty that you normally write about while living among such things. (Since we are practically neighbors!) Take care, Sincerely, Mary

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  • (8/26/2005 12:16:00 PM)

    Very dark....maybe a little shock to some....But very true. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 26, 2005

Poem Edited: Monday, August 29, 2005

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