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Skull poem

My version of a calaveras.

Here Lies Charles Suddeth

Charles Suddeth

His friends were very few,

But his enemies legion.

Neither woman nor wife,

Could tolerate his presence.

He never had a single buck,

Owed most everyone in town.

He might have once had family,

Bu nobody claimed him.

He made the ladies grin,

As soon as he left the room.

He’s gone to Hell for sure,

If the Devil claims him.

We’ll never forget him, Good, ole what’s-his-name.

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Fiddlin’ John

Charles Suddeth

Fiddlin’ John challenged him to a do-or-die duel,

Winner takes all, murmured the dark-eyed stranger.

Fiddlin’ John picked up his worn, trusty fiddle,

Then I shall soon own you fiddle and all.

The stranger held up a shiny red fiddle,

You may play first, I shall be last.

A barmaid winced and offered Fiddlin John a drink,

He knocked it out of her hand and drew back his bow.

His fiddle gushed out with toe-tapping melodies.

He waited for the stranger to plead for mercy.

The stranger stood tall, horns on his head,

Hooves on his feet, as he took up a jeweled bow.

Tunes as dark as a mine shot out of the fiddle,

The door blew open, and the walls glowed red.

Fiddlin’ John searched for a back door,

I win your soul! Boomed the stranger.

The floor opened up into a fiery pit,

Down went Fiddlin’ John, fiddle and all.

Listen close this Halloween night,

The wind whispers hellish melodies.

Fiddlin’ John fiddles again this night.

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Just who am I?

 

Charles Suddeth

 

Hello me lovelies, just how are you?

I’ve been watching, listening, don’t you know?

I trust you are enjoying yourselves, don’t be shy.

Life is to be savored and sampled and devoured,

So of course, Do what thou whilst is the whole of the law.

 

Where the roads cross is where we shall meet,

By my golden rings and chains do know me,

I may even sport a derby or a beard or boots.

Fancy words and promises I will spout,

And I wager that my tales will agree with thee.

 

For I am the father of all deceptions,

I will greet thee with a snap of my fingers,

A toothsome grin, a flash of my eyes,

A stamp of my feet and a wiggle of hips.

Don’t be early and don’t dare be late.

 

 

 

 

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March 12, 1988, I married Suzanne Fisher. The Devil grew jealous. Darkness struck, Early Onset Alzheimer’s struck. She died on March 12, 2019, our 21st anniversary.  (Suzanne long, long ago as a baby)

SUZANNE

By Mary O’Dell

When I learn of her going, I grow still,

pondering the ache of her sickness,

how it spilled onto him, her husband,

and onto their son, whose name I don’t recall.

I remember how her vague eyes sparkled and lit,

how her lips curved in a smile

when my old cat climbed on the sofa

and crept easy on her lap,

how she reached to stroke the black fur.

How for a moment, she seemed back inside herself,

aware of the small life beneath her hand,

this brief connection.

I cannot know the fresh grief of this family

but I measure in kind my own,

and pray for us all.

A small, dark spirit appears now and then

to lure us back to the warm, living world.

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Late Dia de Muertos

My version of a Calaveras, Skull poem.

Fiddlin’ John

Fiddlin’ John challenged him to a do-or-die duel,

Winner takes all, murmured the dark-eyed stranger.

 

Fiddlin’ John picked up his worn, trusty fiddle,

Then I shall soon own you fiddle and all.

 

The stranger held up a shiny red fiddle,

You play first, I shall be last.

 

A barmaid winced and offered Fiddlin John a drink,

He knocked it out of her hand and drew back his bow.

 

His fiddle gushed out with toe-tapping melodies.

He waited for the stranger to plead for mercy.

 

The stranger stood tall, horns on his head,

Hooves on his feet, as he took up a jeweled bow.

 

Tunes as dark as a mine shot out of the fiddle,

The door blew open, and the walls glowed red.

 

Fiddlin’ John searched for a back door,

I win your soul! Boomed the stranger.

 

The floor opened up into a fiery pit,

Down went Fiddlin’ John, fiddle and all.

 

Listen close this Halloween night,

The wind whispers hellish melodies.

 

Fiddlin’ John fiddles again this night.

 

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