Funeral Age Poems

Construction workers, fishermen,
hands broadened,
reddened cracks in the wintertime,
teachers, office workers,
a standing cashier feels aging
in her legs,
careers extended.
Can it be just a few more years til
they...

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Breathe Again
Did I truly accumulate years of experience, or were they merely years of monotonous repetition? The echoes of my past reverberate, etching pain into...

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While the tree on Allen street stand tall 
It suddenly remind me of you and the glory of god 
Sadly when the seasons change the...

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Beneath the damn blood-stained sunsets, cold and red,
Where shadows crawl on fields of poppies dead,
Some poor soul walks, burdened by the grit,
Memories of a war,...

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Legacy accompanied with inadequacy DESPAIR RING
uninvited GUESTS linkedin as the themes of mein kampf.

Despite countless factorial permutations
& combinations, this cyber surfer
avails left and right alm
seeking...

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Abuelito
The name that rang like bells throughout my home
Like the song of cumbia and regeton that your body will dance to
As you would call out...

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All the trimmed details
of the burial 
are finished,
as the summer solstice 
breeze             ...

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The gravity of time holds me down;
Like a tree I'm growing up in my place,
Or a bird caged in my own space. 
I keep waiting...

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Severe surge regarding thou shalt not kill violations

Fifth commandment breached regularly
epidemic of gun violence in America
bullets fly, scream and tear into flesh
senseless rampant mass killings
rip...

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Never advisable to be naked! 
       Unfolding ability to assume changes
       Depict funeral...

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"When I was younger, I could remember anything, whether it happened or not; but my faculties are decaying, now, & soon I shall be so...

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Trust is an oak tree with shallow roots.
so very treacherous in windy weather.
I feel as though I'm glued to the floor;
pinned like a moth to...

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Here it is again, the nightfall,
To stay for its allotted years
The entrails heeded the call
Attuned to their primal fears
In the alleys, in the pavements
A dark...

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When my Mother died, 
There was no state funeral,
No tear felt announcement,
She was not deemed documentary material,
And no one saw money making opportunities,
Because of her...

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I just finished flipping the calendar to March
I keep a paper one hanging on my kitchen wall 
despite everything being digital 
I’m old school some...

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