Giacomo, Max and Me by Fredrich MohreSaturday nights were special,
In the good days, times before.
That was when Id dim the lights
And padlock the front door.
Then all the others went to bed,
cause they didnt want to hear
the sounds of classic opera;
the music I revere.
Id ice some beer and pour some booze,
Put TOSCA on DVD.
Just music and my canine pal,
Just Puccini, Max and me.
A flask of German malted,
A shot of Jackie D
Will lock your problems up, away,
And let your mind be free.
I introduce Giacomo Puccini,
( a name you might not know)
a genius of melodic word;
but died some time ago.
He wrote such lovely opera,
I was an instant adoree,
Heartfelt touching arias,
From Giacomo, to Max and me.
Now who is max, you ask yourself,
The other of us three ?
A big old gold retriever,
With a varied family tree.
Wed share a bowl of popcorn,
Hed sip some of my brew.
And never would he tell a soul,
If I cracked a note or two.
Ya' couldnt ask for a better friend
For our operatic spree,
Puccini, beer and popcorn
.
Giacomo, Max and Me.
How he loved the sound of opera,
And he never could disguise,
The touch of Butterflys lament,
Id see mist hang in his eyes.
He would stay on thru the evening,
With his tail a beating time,
And when we howled together,
It was music most sublime.
Wed do some verse from La Bohme
T'was beautiful potpurri,
La Scala would have welcomed us
Giacomo, Max and me.
Oer the years our operafest
Began to slow its beat.
Maxs ears began to go,
Soon, hard to keep his feet.
He quit his brew and popcorn,
His eyes could barely see.
I felt the pact might soon disolve
The magic of us three.
The day before our opera,
The vet said theres no cure,
With love and wishful thinking,
He still could not endure.
While I hummed some Nessum Dorma
I let the Doctor do his deed,
As we said our last goodbyes,
I sensed his soul was freed.
Max's tail was slowly beating,
To his last Puccini score,
I watched it slow, then sadly stop
And then it beat no more.
He passed on to a better place,
Sans pain and misery.
But Saturday night is empty now,
No Giacomo, no Max
.just me.
The last command performance,
Would have made Max very proud.
A lot of booze, and crinkled notes,
played the CDs much too loud
I slobbered thru the passages,
Assurred no one would see
My pouring beer and pouring tears,
For giacomo, Max, from Me.
Too soon the house lights brighted,
The stage, again was my abode,
And I took my final curtain call
Face down in the commode.
I stumbled to the bedrooom,
And dreamed of used to be
My mind was swiftly swept away,
To Giacomo, Max and me
I drempt hes on Puccinis lap,
Beneath a popcorn tree.
And Callas sings Musettas theme
As only could Marie.
Then Curuso wails Piagliaccis grief,
As Max howls right on key.
harmonizing with new friends,
as he waits for me.
Be it decades, years, or just next week,
Whenever it may be;
Ill see his tail still beating time,
As he greets his tenor wanta-be.
To blend again, as once before,
Giacomo, Max and Me
03/11/2005 Author's Note: *This is dedicated to my best friend MAX....found as a raggedy pup, with a charm that transends most people....
Saturday nights will never be the same...Auf Wiedersehn
meine fruende.... Max ( 1988-2004 )
Posted on 03/11/2005 Copyright © 2024 Fredrich Mohre
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Madeline Pestolesi on 03/11/05 at 07:10 PM Oh good! You were accepted! I love this poem. Of all the applications I voted on, this was the best. Welcome and keep writing! |
Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 03/11/05 at 07:26 PM so glad you got in (i voted on your app in member applications)... this piece is so rich and full of reverie... a warm welcome to pathetic... blessings... |
Posted by Shonda Creemer on 03/12/05 at 01:31 AM You actually made me cry. Loved this Fredrich. Welcome to Pathetic! So glad you are here. :) |
Posted by Anne Engelen on 03/12/05 at 09:39 PM Most enjoyable read!! Welcome to pathetic :) |
Posted by Charles E Minshall on 03/15/05 at 10:21 PM A very good poem to read. Welcome to Pathetic.
I look forward to more of your poems...Charlie |
Posted by Amanda L Marron on 03/23/05 at 08:06 AM This is such a great piece, it brought tears to my eyes! I hope you can find another dog just as great as Max, pets are an important part of life as human friends are. I love my dog very much. But getting off on a tangent, beautiful piece! |
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