Best Cremations Poems

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CREMATION  -  Poem for a Husband and Probably his Wife, Also


He wants his bones
	No more grown
To her, he groans…
	Wants loss of bones

That is, Cremation!

He wants to lose
	That precious body
	No chance for a last toddy
That route couldn’t keep
	Those healthy bones
So it is she who’ll...

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A LEAF 

To feed a tree I grasp Old Sol‘s energy
Using chlorophyll and carotene,
Which to you look green.

Absorbed by me, which you cannot see,
Light energies yellow, red, and blue
Are converted into chemistry, producing a tree 
From ground-mined water and air-born CO2
Forming flowers, seeds, branches, life-giving...

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Dr. Harold Shipman, a respected British General Practitioner,
was found to be the most prolific serial killer in modern history;
it is estimated that he killed 250 patients and perhaps more.
during twenty-seven years of practice by lethal injection of heroin.

The majority of his victims were elderly...

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Timeless,
the eyes and fractured wisdom,
the two of us, extremely prudent, suffering
the dislocation of vigilance against wrinkled sin,
I am on my own today
disconnected to

the unearthly rehearsal
of breaking the cycle of carbon assimilation
in the veins of white lies, of crude bombs,
moonbathing we were colloiding in void
of consciousness...

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Don't come to us at Rainbow Bridge
You who declawed us are banned forever.
You are more than welcome at
Couch bridge, however.
There you may go and caress your
old couches, pet them kiss them.
Weep over our teeny scratches.
All couches do is hold bodies.

God did not create couches.
He created...

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Dear someone, 
there are no funerals
for the flesh
no hospitals 
for the mind
no curtains and no cremations
for all out pretty words 
paradigm, 
you can't save every patient
sweet,
a corpse would warm your bed...

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to cremations

I once bled black sin
it poured from mine heart and kin
once cooled it curdled into crimson
heavy thick n haired like a bison
open and free to parch the land
to match the beat of the oncoming band
never in the crowded ground 
whilst markers lost point to...

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Timeless,
the eyes and fractured wisdom,
the two of us, extremely prudent, suffering
the dislocation of vigilance against wrinkled sin,
I am on my own today
disconnected to

the unearthly rehearsal
of breaking the cycle of carbon assimilation
in the veins of white lies, of crude bombs,
moonbathing we were colloiding in void
of consciousness...

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The children are grown and gone
I'm four grand in the hole 
from pet cremations and such.
Just two of us are left to the will of the dust
With less distractions and hodge podge plans
life has taken on a hue of fledgling madness. 

Alone is our mutual...

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I used to be a curate in, and Beaky
named a North York’s town
while taking a sip of his beer 
and eying the company round.
We knew there was a story coming.
We could tell by the look on his face
and the way he squirmed and wiggled 
his...

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I have just read a lyric penned by Jenish Somadas titled "Sit Beside My Bed" which touched me very much.
As I have mentioned before in one of my poems, my Son David died eighteen months ago. I am being treated for anxiety and depression as...

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FUNERALS

I’ve been to four cremations,
Just since the start of the year.
And we haven’t even reached August yet,
So some more may occur by the New Year
For we’re all getting more and more ancient
Of course we must expect it,
Nearing the end of our time.
In history no-one’s cheated...

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I'm often called upon to write a verse
for someone's birthday or a funeral,
four or eight lines,
rhyme scheme of ABAB or ABBA.

But here are no rhyming line ends -
those small, same-sound four-footer ones
or those that have five feet or even more,
oh more, more beats than that,...

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I wonder how law
Comes in to play
We plead insanity
Lesser charges on the way

We are all insane
Each having our own little quirks
So, that brings me to wonder
If the Statute of Limitation works

I'm limited in thought sometimes
Vision has limited view
Limited in strength day after day
Patience has limits...

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