Kalliope
Means "beautiful voice" from Greek καλλος (kallos) "beauty" and οψ (ops) "voice". In Greek mythology she was a goddess of epic poetry and eloquence, one of the nine Muses.
Join us every Tuesday afternoon at the Daily Kos community political poetry club.
Your own poetry is always welcome in the comments.
Bongos, berets & turtle neck sweaters optional.
The keyboard is mightier than the sword.
I'm sleepy,
and I'm running late in posting this to the queue,
so,
you get pot luck,
as always.
colonoscopy
My results are normal,
a clean colon,
no polyps.
Well,
you tell yourself,
that bigjac is just no good;
he's supposed to give us poetry,
and instead,
he gives us the latest news of his personal life,
as usual,
but this time,
he's telling us all about his butt exam.
His butt exam.
Give me a fucking break!
Butt exam poetry!?
However.
I was in the hospital room with my father
when he breathed his last breath,
and he struggled to take that breath,
since his lungs were gradually filling with fluid,
everything was shutting down;
he was dying of cancer,
and they never did pinpoint
where his cancer started.
Maybe the prostate gland,
maybe the colon.
I have a mood disorder,
a milder version of bi-polar,
and I feel I'm in the autism spectrum,
so I never cried about anyone's dying and death,
not even that of my mother,
until a week before my father died,
when they told me he was dying;
I was at work,
and I couldn't stop crying;
I had to go home for the day.
And then I was in the hospital room when he died,
and then I saw them take him away
in a black body bag.
And then my first wife, Pam,
started getting sick,
and she was unresponsive,
and I thought she was dying right then,
but she lived another six years,
and then she died.
I'll skip over the three years between Pam and Tonia.
Tonia was with me at the clinic today.
My father never had himself checked for cancer.
I'm having myself checked on a regular basis,
so Tonia can have that many more years with me,
alive and kicking.
Have a nice day,
and thanks for reading.
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You have poetry in you,
I can feel it!
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