Photo of Poets' Corner at Westminster Abbey‘Dead Poet’ and Other Poetry by Joe Tessitore The Society June 29, 2019 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 5 Comments Dead Poet Of what I was, not much remains, but that which does, indeed still strains to craft and pen a poem sweet, as I did when my heart did beat. I’m cold and stiff, yet still I yearn! (It seems as if I’ll never learn!) My best refrains, fraught with despair, for through my veins runs naught but air. Beneath this mound of earth and stones, the only sound, my clacking bones? Now mine to love for all of time; the echoes of unwritten rhyme. A sonnet for an epitaph? There are no more—don’t make me laugh! So Very Small Of we who do bemoan the past, in bitterness our lives are cast – vast graveyards of the heretofore; of that which was and is no more. Futility, our stock-in-trade; frustration then, our wages paid. What fools indeed, these mortals be! The Prankster speaks of you and me. It’s true that all the world’s a stage – the players, we of every age. The dawn of time, the curtain rose. When it will fall, God only knows. So very small, the parts we play. So sad to squander them away. A Haiku Wise is he who sees The forest beyond the trees And brings a chain saw I was hungry … after Matthew 25:42 “Food is better than money” he said. I told him “no” and I shook my head. When I got home, these words I read: “I was hungry and you did not feed Me.” He was huddled right in front of me and my shopping bags were plain to see – how cold and callous can I be? “I was hungry and you did not feed Me.” Forgive me for what I failed to do for every word that You say is true. I know now it was really You. “I was hungry and you did not feed Me.” Joe Tessitore is a retired New York City resident and poet. (Photo in post body by Joe Tessitore) NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 5 Responses Sue Caiazzo June 29, 2019 Hi Joe, all are good but I think my favorite is I was hungry. Very good, you are amazing Reply C.B. Anderson June 30, 2019 Joe, I don’t know whether, as Sue states, you are amazing, but your strength seems to grow hour by hour. I wish you a multitude of hours to to finish what you started on these pages, while in the fourth quarter of your life. Reply Joe Tessitore June 30, 2019 Thank you both, very much indeed! Reply Monty July 1, 2019 On this side of the pond, one will sometimes hear it mentioned that another is “growing old gracefully”; you, Joe, seem to be growing old versefully. Reply Joe Tessitore July 1, 2019 Thank you Monty, very much! Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.