Best Lazarus Poems

Boots
in the closet;
I wait for them to walk
so I can follow.

Wallet
in my drawer;
he needs his license, money,
not a lot, 

t-shirt,
pair of pants,
running shoes,
his watch,

binoculars,
field guide, 
floppy hat.
I won’t forget.

I’m ready, boots;
lead me;
it’s not too late;
it’s not.

©Kathryn Collins 
June 14, 2007...

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I, Lazarus*, have seen the brickwork sky,
Its throne is made of night!
Its salt and lime are drying to the eye,
My wandering… 
a sound! a rumble, and a flash of light!

HHHHHHH! How sweet first breath!
That tasting life had tasted only death!

And what is THIS, that thuds...

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Of The Famed Labors Of Hercules
ninth poet, poet dedication series, Emma Lazarus

Through Time's mesmerizing and meandering paths,
Colossus of heroic worship rightly praised,
He that vented his strength and fought with half-god wrath;
Mighty Son of Zeus, his feats that this world amazed,
Carved in stone, sculptor Vincenzo de’...

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One day I fell ill and apparently died.
My sisters were grieved, one found Jesus and cried,
"If only lord you'd been here this day
 Our brother, your friend would have not passed away!"

In empathy and love Jesus tears weren't spared
And all could discern just how deeply...

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4 days wondered 
and wondered, 

wondered why

for days wandering, 
left far behind  

in that desolate place

the staff shepherding  
the long Lazarus queue 

black sheep
woolen hearts 

woven together
like tight poems huddled

all together, knitting
all the lost together

the rod cued 
hits the ground 

like a lightening...

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He has nothing left to give.
He was fifty years old and brunt out.
The last ember of a once beautiful firework.
Soft music couldn't do it.
Pills couldn't do it.
His son couldn't do it.
His wife couldn't do it.
Sex couldn't do it.
A beautiful sunset couldn't do it.
A quiet room...

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the rain falls warm, the air is warm
pinched
in the middle days of
winter

the air is faceless in singularity
before the sun is even
spent

the ghosts have eaten all there was
to eat
and the woman says
we shall never go this way
again

the mourners, them veiled in frayed black lace
the old womens'...

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too beautiful for me? okay
I arrange my fluids
in curve ecstasy

a vibrant meditation
and it is all

I will be philosopher of love
an esthete of the bodies

without desire
without passion

a pure soul...

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No doubt
you have heard of me,
but it's doubtful you'd
want to be me.

Just think.
What if you were me?
Just consider that
You were dead.

Just imagine
Coming back to life.
How would you feel if it was
said of you, "By now, he stinks"?

How would you feel if you were just
preparing to...

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Lazarus oh Lazarus tell me where did you go 
please excuse the pun but im dying to really know 

is there life after death or is it really R.I.P! 
is there cognitive awareness in that place we can not see?

is it just a construct of...

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New World Colossus Deception—2015 
     (Apropos The Sonnet of Emma Lazarus)
 
In her brazened left hand she holds the tablet year
of her shore’s liberty;
And a raised right lights the weary way to the land
 of the brave and free;
But today, blind...

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“The Lazarus Heart”



In the moment 
time stops:
suspended; seen
in solitary confinement
the heart of a soul
silent light weighted 
in the dark, rebellious
is the meaning of a name
Mary waits four days
in the flux
The Lazarus Heart
kick starts bedevilled 
by the blessed bees 
miracles of surrender
stung into meaning
the passion resurrects...

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in intriguing little crime scene
we have here eh Inspector Marsupial
a freeway overpass whore's 
cardboard box and mattress
and a paperclip necklace 
juxtaposed on a dissecting table
at some point a losing strategy
has to be examined
even if the last conclusion is
that we are here to be punished
for being...

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She was a fiery seashell,
  lost 'neath convoluted oceans
     amongst opuses of pure poetry, 
artistically outspoken 
   'tween invertebrate reality
secretly devouring mankind, 
  beware Herr Lucifer,   
she rose from the gaseous chamber
   to...

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Lazarus was dead for only a few days
Nothing could wake him it says
not even the tears and the weeping
even the loud groaning and moaning
with his final breath he blew out his candle
He was sealed in a tomb
like a prisoner in chains
sentenced to solitary confinement
All seemed...

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