A Bit About Curt A. Rivard Sr.~
My name is Curt A. Rivard Sr. I am a writer and a performer of Love, Death, Biblical and Psychotic poetry. As odd as that combination may seem to someone, I feel that all my different styles of poetry are a true reflection of who I am inside as I express myself in an attempt to explain all that I witness through a certain sequence of letters and words in a rhyming order.
I was born in New London, CT. in 1969. At the age of 7, I can retrace the steps of writing poetry for the very first time. It wasn’t until 1992 when I was 23 years old that I then picked up the pen again and started to write a private collection of love poems for a very special and beautiful person in my life. After twenty-five years and five wonderful children together I still write with purposeful intent for them.
In 2012 I started to work and study an internship in a funeral home. That is when my Death, Biblical and Psychotic poetry was born. Most of my death poetry was written while gazing upon the deceased as they lay ever so peaceful during the early morning hours between 1-3 AM after I had assisted with the
I consider myself a one of a kind poet who has come up with the idea of writing and selling my poetry backwards, (masking), requiring the reader to hold the poem up to a mirror to read. My custom works are written on 110 index cotton-lined paper. I use a vintage glass nib-dipping pen, which I dip in a special mix of embalming fluid, aloe and myrrh. This idea came to me after reading John
Later in 2012, I started to attend any open mic poetry events around and it was then I knew I had the gift to perform my poetry to crowds. Shortly thereafter I took on the persona (alter ego, Dr. Simon Barr Frost) and started to walk into live open mic events dressed up in disguise as a plague doctor with a mask, which helped keep my true identity a total secret from everyone.
On 12-12-12, I wrote a poem called Anubis My Pet. The inspiration for my poem Anubis My Pet began with looking at an advertisement in a copy of the Red Book (A directory of over 50,000 funeral homes in the USA, Canada and Mexico) and how I saw Anubis bending over a mummy preparing it for the afterlife. I wanted the same treatment and reward when my time should arrive in return for all the care that I had given to each and every person who I’d helped prepare for their journey. It was my original intentions to only release my death poetry to any funeral director who listed an e-mail address in the Red Book and if so, I would then send them a complete digital copy of my works along with my resume and my Bio. My intentions were to also ask each funeral director for $10.00 for the complete collection of 100+ poems in hopes that they would enjoy and also help fund me so I could continue my education in Mortuary Science (something I still am passionate about and want to finish).
Anubis My Pet ~
Anubis the ruler of the underworld carries vast ancient fame
And today, I’m his next opponent in his weighing game.
Lying spine to spine his prep room table was cold,
Made out of a lion’s carcass it was formed from pure gold.
I’m in his arena with a sold out crowd,
They are all the God’s, its judgments day for me
I know all the rules
I know how to play and what is expected of thee.
He makes his way into the lecture hall
Standing so rigid and ever so tall
Scale in one hand, his pure gold scepter staff in the other
Helping him walk so he don’t fall for he then would have to drop to all fours and crawl
Hearing his heavy breathing coming all the more closer
We now meet face to face
I’m not afraid I am content in his place
Confident he looks to his audience, to the left and to the right
To the balcony he then looks next, then to me suddenly with a death fright
For upon my lifeless body he saw a chain bearing charms in the shape of an urn
Fifty molded in sterling, representing all my subject’s I had to embalm while earning my internship
All around my chain they hung forever
I carried them like they were my gang.
Cold wet pressing snout I feel it on my neck looking for my major one
He can’t find it,
What the heck?
The Jackal’s ear is now on my chest
He’s not given up just yet
For he is no one’s pet
When we are done today he will lick my hands, wag his tail and be mine forever, I will bet
No pounding sounds of my drum
He takes his scepter to open my mouth
Then sees verses and powerful words writing on my tongue
Able to speak, breath and eat
I offer him everything I learned as a treat
Murmuring and shouting from the belly of Ammit they shout in rage
“Weigh his heart and do your part, you done it to all of us and right from the start”
Under duress he had no choice
Then came the cutting open of my chest and out the opening he heard a voice
Eyes were amazed and his canine senses were all in disarray
Because in my body my heart did not stay
Paws went digging in like looking for his buried bone
Suddenly he had a much different tone
Because the only thing he found in me was a feather
Now he’s wishing he had left me alone
Have no fear; I am just the same, I am here to help avenge
That’s how my heart turned into a feather
Because I write with passion I write with respect
I write for the ones you had already met
Upon the scale, it is weighed and lighter than thou
This can’t be right he now thinks somehow
A riddle is then placed upon me before forever death is on my lips asking me just how?
I answered him and told him that when I write
I write with a feather, I write from the heart
And in my ink well I put a drop of embalming fluid so forever my words would be preserved
For all the ones I had already served.
No need for a recalibration I won
Then I was welcomed to a grand celebration.
Given eternal passage to my afterlife he quickly asked me for my parting autograph
And in return he gave me his golden scepter staff
I WILL RETURN!!!!!!
Final Thoughts ~
My never-ending work in progress Last Poem and Testament (A Memoir of Moods and Madness) can be found on the Internet. Simply Google my name and using the Hello Poetry link provided. I am also currently working on a few other projects, The Longest Hour, Poems Inspired by the Bible, and also having great fun re-writing Dante’s, The Divine Comedy and following his entire unique original one of kind rules.
In closing, it is my hopes that you enjoy my poetry as much as I did writing them and with the 100k reads to date, I thank you all also very much.
PS “Hey what can I say, but I always do say, Welcome to the Show!”
Curt A. Rivard Sr.
For artwork piece~
(Custom Anubis artwork done by “IZZY” from Egypt, who I had the great pleasure of meeting and sharing my vision with and in return we together produced a masterpiece).
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