Funeral Analogy Poems

I worry that my coat will murder me.
Hanging on Banister’s Edge it’s a man lurking, dark.

I’ve seen rows of killers shadowed and waiting,
hidden in the...

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“we look for that that does not come and go
it cannot be organic form, subject to decay 
thoughts and beliefs are fickle, how little we...

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A tepid breeze delicately descends,
embedding a sphere of embers engulfed in saffron flames,
but intrinsic illuminations cannot soothe somber sorrows.
Splashes of persimmon and periwinkle horizons,
turn indigo,...

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Written: September 29, 2023
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Walking through the corridors of my dream,
Down the boulevard of anguish, it seems,
Breathing in the knell of an unreadable sky,
Haunt Harbinger hypostatization,...

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Thomas, an apostle of Jesus,
Called 
Or so presumed.

He was not an angel.
No, 
He never claimed. 
Although he played the part well.

Brother Tom,
Like we all called...

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Dream, dreams of empire
in realms vision scapes
an infinite fire…

Standing, casting away all thoughts 
onto the shores of a world afar 

As the Red Sea’s meet
in...

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

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For generations raps, taps and table turnings were
the signs of a spirit calling; the ghoul of you trying to 
deliver a message - to finish...

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Inevitable death defines afterlife - trois

So all I ask, would be
inviting, offering, and ushering me to 
top secret cygnet committee
to give this average sized 
chapped...

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I stand in the aftermath 
between the oscillations of time 
wondering idle thoughts of you

I feel my mind haunted by 
the passing moments of you
like...

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The bar door is ajar only fading voices
echo into the void, from nowhere...and afar!

Here n there, trash drifts
ghosts in flickering neon 

Broken floating bloated 
dead...

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Lurching out of the door into darkness 
A street full of people, bodies pass n collide

Plunging from dark to light!

Not looking at or thinking of...

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Sackcloth and ashes
blood and steel clashes 

carbon dust burnt at last 
digging the umber crust

sackcloth and ashes lie 
as time passes into the future 

it...

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A meeting of two moms can be a wonderful thing a meeting of two minds is a beautiful thing…

Shortly after we moved into our new...

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Emotional funeral for lost relevance.
Days, nights, years of abuse, and misuse.
endured nightmares as apprentices.
With the utterly shifting views, this is confusing.
Yet, nothing is grander to...

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