Best Embalms Poems
Written: February 26, 2024
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Our slumber, a rock falling swiftly overnight,
Embalms serene, steady air that breathes.
It shapes our days as a harbor of zeal bright,
From choppy seas as ethereal rage seethes.
Encrusted jewels beneath its surface gleam,
Emerald caskets clasped in diaphanous silk.
Here, flaws relent as wealth raises self-esteem,
Adorned with pearl crowns and gems of pink.
A skull below the silt, bulging from the bed,
Bleach-white sockets gaze at vacant space.
Deep-buried creatures intertwine instead,
With live death as bones, they now embrace.
As deep slumber shifts the waves of time,
Wishes were all that revealed the sublime.
Categories:
embalms, appreciation, dream, sleep,
Form:
Sonnet
Two suits with familiar faces, the faces that we focus our battles.
These masters of the future, in your name they act, but you claim no blame.
So when a war is fought or the smog embalms us, will you still shout with tears that democracy lost out?
So the comedy continues, your part once more in audience.
And when our continued blinkered, forced ignorance prevails.
Will your sons and daughters blame the system, the money, or the Blairs?
Categories:
embalms, freedom, philosophy, political,
Form:
Free verse
Lily,
Her beauty surpasses the moon,
The fragrance of her voice charms the world
And draw sorrows away from mankind
She is a woman!
Lily,
Her smile embalms the sorrowful world
And soothes the weeping nations
Making them smile, and smile again
She is a woman!
Lily,
The glare from her eyes make heavens blush
And clouds to no longer hold their sorrows
Their tears fall and wet the earth
Because she is a woman!
Lily,
Who’se holds her sure-fire conviction,
That whips me into convulsion
And I mislay my age-old senses
Because she is a woman!
Lily,
Because she is a woman, I make a man
Because she is a woman, I am alive
Because she is a woman, I smile
Because she is the ideal woman!
Categories:
embalms, beauty, valentines day, wife,
Form:
Alliteration
From his voice springs the tenderest sound of lute
There is not a moment
mute
In the company of my little cherubim
Oh how I love him, how I love him!
Dissonance played in my core.
Before his birth
My first born.
Our pride and Joy.
The cold of winter is all but gone, gone, gone!
Even your sulkiness embalms my soul.
You and your sister bring the most
Joy joy joy!
To our household.
* to my little boy
Categories:
embalms, baby, care, child, love,
Form:
Classicism
freezing rain embalms cold heart ~ pellucid shell fissures with warm beating
12/23/2017
Written for Monoku Contest
Sponser: Silent One
Categories:
embalms, emotions,
Form:
Monoku
But for Rhymes
Of things I am uncertain I speak.
But what is not contained can leak.
Or it would be hidden behind the curtain,
Balm cracks of a wearisome life damn certain.
Between the sweet and the sour lies the beautiful.
In the in-between spaces is life bountiful.
Is beauty but for the visually gifted?
It self-reveals to the in-sighted.
Certitude embalms elation,
Preserved for futuristic salvation.
The song of ‘lukumba’ bird evokes irritation.
The grace of a noble eagle in flight needs redemption.
Save for the enlightened,
Living is a perilous endeavour.
Fierce courage though frightened.
Unimagined paths birthed in labour.
From side to side I swing and ponder,
The mystery of awe and wonder.
Silences are louder and louder.
Embracing me to cry on ye’ shoulder.
Nsamu Moonga-29/05/14
Note: Lukumba is a nocturnal bird predominant in Zambia. It is known for its attractive feathers and melodious song.
Categories:
embalms, deep, metaphor,
Form:
Monorhyme
She's
becoming
part of the order
of the tattooed butterfly
she has ceased to speak
has four metal wheels for feet
A chorus of numbers on her arm will forever chant to her inner being
they'll whisper to you everything you don't really want to ever know.
She graduated summa cum laude at the University of Auschwitz,
with a bachelorette degree in "work will forever set you free".
many others dropped out-leaving their chrysalis behind
herded into gas chambers-becoming tattooed butterflies
turning into clouds...…...stories never survived
ashen raindrops...................crumbling psalms
tapping on faces...…………………….truth becoming fable
a thinning and gleaning of ages
endless brutality becoming art
She finally left the flesh behind
became a tattooed butterfly
her tale will not survive
time never embalms
it crumbles all things
truth becomes opaque
a cleansing of the stable
as brutality is re-labeled art
It then becomes a weapon
of...…………...grand...…………..denial
~ ~ ~
Categories:
embalms, holocaust,
Form:
Shape
Something
from the sadness of a requiem
the branches are swinging
all around fir cones;
death, where are your pins?
Something
from the mildness of a lullaby
the waves are moving
the yachts are unfolding the masts
the boatman, where is the North Star?
Something
from the melancholy of a great yearning
embalms the bed clothes
the coach has not arrived yet
can you see the horses coming in the distance?
Something
from the joy of the first flight
is tapping at the window
blue butterflies among plum trees in blossom
you little child, has the heaven opened?
(Translated by Margaret Mioc)
Categories:
embalms, imagination, , Lullaby,
Form:
Lyric
Caustic words
Wounded is her core
Then twilight happens:
Diaphanous
The next day:
A lavender mist encapsulates atmosphere
Oh the sea is so serene.
Like a minty aroma
Embalms her soul
Acrid memories fade.
No longer is he a cynosure
But a shadowy tale.
She stops cursing
her ill-fate and fills her lungs
with vapor of the new day.
Afterall lost love is transient.
New days are long lasting they happen
day after day.
Categories:
embalms, appreciation, beautiful, grief, love,
Form:
Rhyme
The binomial scrolls list captive waste,
But the breathing chrysalis bound to the dark
Secured to the radian orbital stone
In the peripheral absence of the lark
She breathes alone
She remains unknown
She has no divisor to wilt her life
Nor governing census of phylum and foe
No patent pending inscription to wear
She has no divisor and no ratio
She is entombed
But she’s not doomed
The abyssal eclipse consumes their eyes
And the nebulous ash is in between
Their venom, their amulet of death
Embalms only the ones seen
Their sun is rayless
Their sky is starless
Upon the global breadth they have marched
Wearing arcane lenses of blinding light
Blistering bane of knowing all
Thinking the wrong is right
At the ecliptic frontier
I shed a lonely tear
Categories:
embalms, death, mystery, nature,
Form:
I knew what love is from my mom, my first sensation
Before I could grasp its meaning, I sensed that emotion
I enjoyed it in breadth and depth as a babe from my mom
She wiped away my aches with love’s soothing balm
A mother’s love involves sacrifice and pain
It is patient and persistent, never seeking any gain
Come what may, nothing can take it away
This many splendored miracle, shall always stay
Often, like dew drops falling from above
Or the warbling notes flowing out from the grove
Love leaves the heart go upbeat in prosody
Changing every sensation into rhapsody
As beams of silver cast by the moon
Or the cold touch of spray in the horrid heat of noon
It soothes, embalms and thrills the heart
Filling the void and leaving no dearth
Love sublime, sure like a candle lit
Consumes itself, and never dwindles a bit
It dispels the gloom and dissipates the fright
Invigorating the soul and healing every hurt
As brilliance to stars, fragrance to flowers
Music to flute or shade to bowers
Love is to Man, freeing him from all sores
Bestowing him the strength to meet all throes
Love can never be occluded or beguiled
Neither be stifled nor be veiled
Love puts all other things into place
And hems life with a lovely lace
Love is all we seek and too scarce to find
A magic thread by which hearts are bound
Hark! It is love that makes the world spin around,
And cures all the ills that surround
Oh! Love thou virtues I will defend,
Though seasons change and youth doth end!
Lying limp with all my songs unsung
I hope I'll live to love unbound.
August.22.2022
The Meaning of Love Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Categories:
embalms, love, mom, sweet love,
Form:
Rhyme
Come from the East, they tracked a star and gave a king their gold.
Then leaving by another way, warned in a dream, foretold.
Another sought him - Rachel weeps; she will not be consoled.
Then frankincense for a high priest, to consecrate the child.
Grain offering: the bread of life was beaten, scorned, reviled.
Propitiation for God's wrath, that we might reconcile.
Last, myrrh, a precious fragrant oil for healing, it was said.
With nard, his feet washed with her tears and hairs atop her head.
When mixed with wine, a bitter gall; with herbs, embalms the dead.
There's naught else mentioned of these men, but this we know is true:
The Magi recognized the signs, and further followed through.
So seek this child; you don't need gifts ~ in truth, He just wants you.
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for the Writing Challenge - Write a Christmas Poem Poetry Contest
sponsored by Constance La France
11/27/2022
Categories:
embalms, christmas,
Form:
Rhyme
Pushing cascades crest bastion, stomach lost
Largesse spread wafts orange blossom bridal
Bestows clouds let go to marshmallow moss
Fearless flight crinoline crash vertical
In gospel gothic deep chasm, drunk mink swims
Stirring fate, bleeding tea leaves bewilder
Leather gil quiver, loaded to the brim
Goddess mink Milda, silk coat cylinder
Poison spore auburn myrrh lassoo arrows
Immune audine preened, unwitting Otto
Seduced by sadist, dart sought embargo
Incapacitated poderoso
Discharged firearm, struck futile, fratenised
Love liege embalms gun powder, satisfied
Ninth February
Hijacked by
Milda Audine
Categories:
embalms, analogy, animal, baptism, drink,
Form:
Sonnet
Automobile prohibitive maintenance costs
pitches me pitifully begging for alms
lamenting dog forsaken
melon collie unpleasant circumstances
pleading with outstretched palms
disgraced to beg, perhaps donate
major organ and/or entire body
to ease vehicular qualms
aha... methinks the missus could pose
as ventriloquist after mortician embalms
these lovely bones, but, hmm...
even then post mortem
agitation most likely becalms...
Straitjacketed impasse finds
yours truly going for broke
to nurse our 2009 Hyundai Sonata,
which monetary outlay doth yoke
mine fate heading, née accelerating
at ever increasing speed
emitting plume of smoke
which thick noxious exhaust
would immediately choke
any innocent wheel chaired,
or ambulatory pedestrian,
bicyclist (think Chernobyl),
a nightmare that did woke.
Mein kampf reduced between
a rock and hard place
analogous to trapped betwixt
Scylla and Charybdis
inadequate funds to purchase
newer preowned car,
nor paltry monies to erase
utter nightmare, yes
father did spring me
unexpected mullah, yet
the near future will menace
this dirt poor aging baby boomer,
and his moderately significant other,
she too needs more than solace
lacking gainful employment and
financial resources, maybe brazen
to broadcast such
amidst digital populace
such tsuris (Yiddish meaning
trouble or woe; aggravation)...
Just letting of figurative steam
emblematic of this easily
intimidated fellow with decent
original (long "e") meme
all throughout his life shouldered,
or voluntarily stationed to sidelines
courtesy crème de la crème
topnotch competitors within
human race attain the
supposed "American dream"
or similar facsimile thereof
finding one fool on the hill
gagging at extreme
pauperism, yes mainly linkedin
to series of unfortunate events
(Lemony Snicket would ogle,
envy chiefly hanker ring)
hashtagging me more supreme
regarding amassing adversity.
Thank you stranger near or afar
understanding how or why
Sylvia Plath crafted The Bell Jar
a cult classic, I would never
attempt to duplicate, my par
for the course literary contribution
might... humph earn me one lone star
if ever dabblings in scratching
out feeble efforts courtesy this word Tsar.
Categories:
embalms, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
embalms
the living body
to make it sweet
for decay
Categories:
embalms, body, satire,
Form:
Quatrain