Where there's a will
there's a funeral
death is a fact of life
a grave undertaking
for a mortician
and one day some day
you and I
will wake up dead
hopefully the lifetime led
was of our own making
too late for looking back
no regrets and yet
it's appalling
when we wind up
in a winding sheet
waiting on that beir
aside from six feet under
where do we go
from here?
Some say, 'Heaven,'
some say, 'Hell,' oh well,
by then our goose is cooked, wagon fixed,
and we'll never know 'til it's too late
as they've punched our ticket,
cleaned our clock and wiped our slate.
Categories:
appalling, death, funeral, grave, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
Daunting I am here, merely a fear
worth haunting.
In dearly & aware so exhausting, clearly there
& defaulting.
Nearly Despair Appalling, severely I swear
it isn’t stopping.
Categories:
appalling, depression,
Form: Rhyme
I am one of the oldest trees around.
My roots grow aggressively and deep in the ground.
I am a sycamore, most regal and proud.
My branches so high I can touch a cloud.
I'm usually found near wetlands and streams.
My thirst is unquenchable, or so it may seem.
I've weathered many seasons, endured the test of time,
but recently my roots grew into your sewer lines.
I witnessed the crane pulling up on our street, now bringing me down
will be a true feat.
I'm now shackled in ropes which I find quite appalling,
the whining chain saws, my branches now gnawing.
The solemn neighbors gather in the side yard.
My trunk succumbs and hits the ground hard.
My aging stump is all I'll convey as my decimators
climb in their trucks and drive away.
Categories:
appalling, tree,
Form: Light Verse
golden grave diggers they never will earn enough ghoulish disrespect - -Thieves try to steal Sigmund Freud's ashes
Categories:
appalling, anger, corruption, death, evil,
Form: Senryu
the shouting and cursing,
the betting and arguing among
the drunken dockyard crowd
rises to a feverish pitch and
explodes into a diabolical din
as the wounded dogs
snarl and lunge once more
at each other's throat,
clamping their foaming jaws
on furry flesh, ripping it,
their growls muffled by gore
and dust and torn skin;
one seizes the other's jugular,
tightens his hold till the pavement
is slippery with blackish blood;
the vanquished falls, lies limp,
its frothy jaw now loosened,
just another mutilated carcass
there in the bloodied dust.
the shouting and cursing,
the betting and arguing among
the drunken dockyard crowd
rises to a feverish pitch and
explodes into a diabolical din.
Categories:
appalling, animals, pets, sympathy,
Form: Free verse